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Post by polarized on Sept 3, 2024 12:44:51 GMT -5
Wrenpaw Apprentice Ceremony & Puddlepaw Crush {--} with Icepaw, Lightpaw, Whorldusk & Puddlepaw Wrenkit squeaked of joy, it was finally her apprentice ceremony. After she shrugged Mistleheart away from her constant grooming, she ran to the front of the crowd. She felt her siblings join her. She beamed in the gaze of Dapplestar and her clanmates. Who was going to be her mentor? What was going to be her warrior name? She purred of delight as she sat down and stared at her leader. She was first. She stood forward, gleaming at Dapplestars words. She nodded vigorously, “I do!” She meowed. She purred as she heard her mentor was Whorldusk. An awesome warrior! She purred. But something held her back. As she heard the warriors call her new name; Wrenpaw, she wished Frozenlaurel was there. Her father she missed so much. She looked to silverpelt, then shook the bad thoughts from her head. He would want her to be a great apprentice.
She stepped forward, and touched noses with her new mentor. She gleamed at Whorldusk, she would follow the warrior code strictly! “What will we do first?” She purred, but something caught her eye. She looked to her right to see the older apprentice, Puddlepaw. She felt her heart skip a beat as she was staring at him. Was he always so handsome?… She kept her thoughts to herself. He wouldn’t like her back anyways.
[[ She’s getting so big!! ;-; ]]
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Post by asrise on Sept 3, 2024 13:34:51 GMT -5
Ravenpaw with Hazelpelt, Mistleheart and Whisperingpaw Ravenpaw tested his paw, feeling the strength return to it as he shifted upwards slowly. That’s a relief… I can finally get back to my apprenticeship duties! It had been far too long, at least in Ravenpaw’s opinion. How would he ever be able to become a great warrior if he kept getting injured? Would he ever get a mate or kits if he couldn’t get through his apprenticeship? I’ll just make up for it! Mistleheart will be super impressed when she sees just how well I get over my sprain! Maybe she’ll even move my assessment closer!
So, he leapt at the chance when Mistleheart asked him to go on a border patrol with her. The whole clan was still on edge from the rogue plot that had killed four of his clanmates and taken his former mentor, Thrushfleck. Even though the rest of the cats on the patrol were on edge, Ravenpaw felt energy coursing through his body. If we see any rogues, I’ll make them pay!
He had almost lost himself in scenes of flinging himself into a rouge camp, clawing at the worst enemies of the clan, getting his paws on that traitor Flax… And how much everyone would cheer when he returned! Maybe someone would want to be my mate, then… and I’d be a good father too. Suddenly, Whisperingpaw’s meow shook him out of his daydreaming, and he trailed behind the patrol, budging up to them when they stopped short. The scent of sickness pricked his nose, spurring the young tom’s curiosity more.
Under a bush, he caught sight of the source, an older molly. Her fur was haggard and dishevelled like a rouge, but the vivid purple of the collar around her neck made her kittypet roots clear. I’ve never seen a kittypet in such an awful way before, though! Ravenpaw felt a pang in his heart. Even though YewClan had just had a bad experience with outsiders, he couldn’t help but to want to bring her back to the camp to recover. Obviously, Mistleheart and Hazelpelt felt the same, and they returned to bring the unconscious kittypet back to the medicine den.
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Post by lemonshortbread on Sept 3, 2024 18:32:16 GMT -5
Cinderdapple Rushing Creek | w/ Lightpaw dewbranch Gets Lightpaw as an apprentice Team building with Lightpaw Spends time fishing in the nearby river
Her second apprentice, and so quickly after the first. Cinderdapple was honored to be trusted with another, she felt like she had done...okay with Monarchlightning. The gray tabby molly was already proving to be a great warrior but Cinderdapple couldn't help but feel that was primarily due to Monarchlightning's own capabilities. She was strong willed and a hard worker, Cinderdapple was just sort of there to structure lessons. The distance between them emotionally hit the gray and white molly on multiple occasions and hopefully this time with Lightpaw it would be different if she could learn from her mistakes. The warrior led her apprentice through the dense undergrowth, making small talk along the way, the scent of damp earth and pine needles filling the air.
The gentle murmur of flowing water accompanied by the occasional splash of fish breaking the surface grew louder as they neared their destination - Rushing Creek. Her emerald eyes glinted with determination. Today was their first lesson, going over two vital skills - fishing and teamwork. It was difficult to ignore the small pang in her heart as she thought of Frozenlaurel and the valuable lessons she had gleaned from his fishing practice with her. As Cinderdapple's white paws led her to the creek's edge, she paused, glancing at Lightpaw who seemed just as eager to start with their first lesson. "Today, we're fishing," She motioned her owl-masked head towards the water, "But it's also much more than that, it's about learning to work together. You can't win a battle or catch difficult prey if you can't work with your clanmates. Learning to anticipate your partner's moves and rely on one another is half the battle."
The warrior began to wade into the water, the long white fur of her belly brushing the surface of the stream, "Plus, patience and precision are part of fishing. You'll do well to remember that in everything you do. Go ahead and wade in, get used to the water." She instructed. Luckily this part of the creek was shallow, with small fish here and no need to swim to keep one's head above the water. Swimming lessons would come along shortly, but for now, Cinderdapple wanted to cover some basic principles.
Once Lightpaw was settled beside her she continued, "Fish are fast and slippery, and they're easily startled. If you're not careful, they'll dart away before you can catch them. Let's position ourselves on either side of that school of fish there," She motioned with her head again towards a group of minnows clustered together, attempting to swim upstream. "I'll push the fish towards you, and then you'll strike, okay? Watch the way your shadows falls." Cinderdapple warmed nudging her gently with her shoulder towards the opposite side of the fish, their tails facing the apprentice.
Cinderdapple took up her position in front of the school, crouching so that she was poised to lunge at them. With a quick kick of her hind legs and batting of her forepaws, the fish scattered towards Lightpaw.
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Post by Sapphirejas on Sept 3, 2024 19:34:53 GMT -5
lazzylake (Dapplestar) (mention), polarized (Wrenpaw) (mention), dewbranch (Lightpaw), (mention) stormshade1 (Icepaw), mention, chocolatemilk7 (Drizzlemimic), dewbranch (Whisperingpaw) (mention), whispering (Flashpaw) Mistleheart (Cheers the loudest when her kits became apprentices, thinks Whisperingpaw isn't considerate -, gossips with Flashpaw about FlowerClan's healers +++, spars with Drizzlemimic) "Wrenpaw, Lightpaw, Icepaw!!" Chanted Mistleheart "Wrenpaw, Lightpaw, Icepaw!!!"Mistleheart cheered the loudest as she watched her three surviving kits, Wrenpaw, Lightpaw, and Icepaw be named and given to mentors in ther apprentice's ceremony. Wrenpaw was given to the young ginger warrior, Whorldusk, who lost his previous apprentice, Gingerpaw from tainted prey. Lightpaw was given to the owl-patterned gray and white she-cat, Cinderdapple to train under, while Icepaw was apprenticed to Dapplestar herself. Mistleheart was tearing up. Her beloved three kits were growing up, no longer tiny scraps of fur in the nursery, but are now big apprentices, ready to train to become warriors. Mistleheart missed them as kits, but she knew that all kits have to grow up one day.. The fluffy white furred she-cat was so proud of her daughters, and can't wait what kind of cats her kits will be when they become warriors. Mistleheart will be moving from the nursery back into the warriors den today, leaving it empty. She couldn't wait to sleep among the rest of the warriors again. As the apprentice's ceremony ended, Mistleheart started thinking of Whisperingpaw. She was one of the kits of the former rogue, Hopbramble and she STILL haven't been made a warrior yet, because she lost so much training from the whitecough she had moons ago. The white and gray-furred warrior knew she was also made a warrior late all those moons ago, due to lost training from her snake bite and grief from her Clanmates' deaths from the yellowcough outbreak. But Mistleheart wished that she was more considerate of other cats' feelings like she was, as she spotted her snapping at Whorldusk while he was grieving for his father's death. Some foxlengths away, Mistleheart spotted the medicine cat apprentice, Flashpaw sitting alone. She padded up to him and greeted him warmly. "Flashpaw, who are the healers of FlowerClan you have met at the Half-Moon Gatherings?" Mistleheart asked Flashpaw curiously, her fluffy white tail quivering with excitement for the prospect of the answer. She have never known any healers outside of YewClan! After the gossip with the medicine cat apprentice, Mistleheart walked up to her former apprentice, Drizzlemimic for a friendly spar since she had some free time before she go out on a patrol with her apprentice, Ravenpaw. "Hello Drizzlemimic, would you like a spar with me?" the fluffy white warrior mewed breathlessly. asrise (Ravenpaw), jaybun! (Hazelpelt), dewbranch (Whisperingpaw) Mistleheart (finding Mari while on a border patrol with Ravenpaw, Hazelpelt, and Whisperingpaw) Mistleheart padded under the treetops in the forest if YewClan's territory, with her apprentice Ravenpaw, a senior warrior Hazelpelt, and her apprentice Whisperingpaw. Leaves were growing lushly in the trees, signifying late newleaf, and the weather was very warm. The patrol was very on edge about the dangerous rogues that make themselves home in YewClan's territory. Suddenly, Mistleheart picked up the bitter scent of a rogue. She raised her hackles, and her heart rate quickened. "I can smell a rogue inside the camp!" Yowled Mistleheart fearfully. " It could be Flax! I'm worried about following it in case disaster strikes again!" But when Mistleheart heard the other cats' responses, they all followed the scent anyways. Sniffing the air, Mistleheart learnt something... " Hang on... The scent doesn't smell like a rogue... It smells like a kittypet, and they are sick! Let's help them!" Running towards the scent, Mistleheart saw that it was coming from inside a bush. Using her forepaws, the fluffy white-furred warrior uncovered a lifeless smoke brown kittypet with a purple collar around her neck. A trickle of green mucus came from her nose. When Mistleheart pressed her paw on the cat's chest, she found that they were still breathing, and the slow pulse of their heartbeats. They were still alive! Mistleheart turned her head the other cats, especially the senior warrior Hazelpelt. "This kittypet is unconscious, and they have greencough! Lets bring them back to camp, heal their greencough, and help them regain their consciousness."Mistleheart waited for the other patrol members' responses.
Whorldusk's responses are coming later today or tomorrow evening!
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 3, 2024 19:35:29 GMT -5
Heavy »
porcupine with puddlepaw - @
Before joining YewClan, Heavy had never put much thought into porcupines. They were creatures she rarely ran into, and when she did run into one she often turned the other way. While not aggressive or even dangerous on their own, the calico had never wanted to chance getting pricked with one of their many quills. Tales of cats being poked by porcupines and dying from the infection that had settled into the wounds had startled the former loner, but now that she was older and wiser, and lived among a group of cats with healers who knew how to stave off infection, porcupines no longer gave her a chill down her spine.
So when she and Puddlepaw came across a lone porcupine quill while on their patrol, the calico took a step closer before pausing, motioning for her apprentice to follow suit. ”Puddlepaw, can you tell me what this is?” She asked, voice low. They weren’t on a hunting patrol or in any danger, but it was always best to keep a low profile while out in the territory.
The young tom cocked his head as he stepped forward, leaning down to give the quill a sniff. ”It’s not a pine needle, but it kinda looks like one,” he observed, tail swishing as his nose scrunched in thought.
Heavy smiled. ”You’re somewhat on the right track. It is like a pine needle, but not quite. I’m sure you’ve heard of a porcupine before?”
This grabbed the orange tom’s attention. He stood up tall, eyes bright with recognition. ”Oh yeah! Scarletdrift has talked about them before! I’ve just never seen one…” His words trailed off as he glanced back toward the quill.
”Would you like to see one? Or at least, try to see one?”
Puddlepaw shot his blue gaze back to Heavy, excitement rolling off of him in palpable waves. ”I do!” He puffed his chest out and gave a nod, paws kneading the ground.
Heavy purred, unable to stop the wide smile that spread across her face at her apprentice’s enthusiasm. In the moons she had been training him Puddlepaw had grown taller and filled out a bit more, his kit fluff gone and his muscles refining into hard, lithe areas of power. A fine warrior he was going to make. Each and every day he was proving that, but he was still a young cat. A young cat with a lot of life to give, and so seeing him this way, so eager and so innocent, was a nice respite from all the stress and complications the last few seasons had thrown their way. ”Breathe in the scent and track it. We might be lucky enough to find it.” Heavy herself had already taken in the scents around them, drawing in the aromas of the forest; the porcupine had passed through earlier in the morning, but if they were lucky, and quick enough, finding the creature would be a simple task.
A nod of acknowledgement was all Puddlepaw gave as he began to draw in a deep breath. Heavy watched as he concentrated on the smell before taking a few steps forward, catching on to the trail the porcupine had left. As he managed to collect the scent trail and follow it, Heavy fell into step directly behind him. ”It won’t be much longer until you’ll be expected to safely collect quills yourself. I’m sure you know how YewClan will use porcupine quills for decorations, weaving them into feathers or moss to link them together. Medicine cats will even sometimes use them to collect berries, sticking the berry onto a quill to hold. We must always be careful with them, but there are ways to make handling them safe.” Even though Puddlepaw was tracking the creature down she could tell he was listening by the way his ears were swiveling toward her, taking in the information he was being given. Heavy smiled to herself; he was going to make a great warrior some day soon.
Slatefoot »
warning flowerclan about a fox with amberrise - tigersdoroar & seedpaw tries to set a good example for the apprentice
A flash of ginger grabbed Slatefoot’s attention as she and her patrol walked down the slope near YewClan’s border with FlowerClan. Her eyes squinted, almost certain it was a trick of the dawn light glinting through the plain land grasses, but as she concentrated on the movement she soon realized that what she had spotted was more than just dancing sunlight.
Instinct tightened her shoulders, curling her claws out of their sheathes. Foxes were a rare sight and Slatefoot had only lay eyes upon a fox once or twice in her life, but she knew how dangerous they could be, especially to young apprentices and small kits. Her thoughts immediately went to Seedpaw, her temporary apprentice and nephew that padded alongside her, tensing as he himself caught sight of the fox slinking through the heather of FlowerClan’s nearby territory. He was still small and had the vaguest hints of the nursery still in his scent - a fox would most certainly want to take advantage of that. A part of her wondered if she should have her patrol turn back and report the wily canine to Dapplestar and Heavy, but Slatefoot was quick to decide against that. Looking out at the vast expanse of open land and grasses swaying in the wind stirred a part of her heart deep down. An innate urge to rush forward and run alongside the breeze.
FlowerClan. Once an enemy Clan. A Clan that had declared war on Slatefoot and her Clanmates. A Clan that Slatefoot had crossed onto their land one too many times, causing tensions to flare and fangs to bare… A Clan she had shared blood with.
Stemriver.
By blood she was more FlowerClan than YewClan. Her father had been born there, and while he had died a noble YewClan warrior, his blood had always belonged to FlowerClan. That meant Slatefoot’s blood would always belong to them as well.
The war long over and relations now at ease with the other Clan, Slatefoot continued on, determined to finish this border patrol.
As the trio neared the stream that marked the border between YewClan and FlowerClan, the fresh scent of FlowerClan warriors washed over Slatefoot. She paused, tilting her head upward, friendly yet level-headed all the same. This would be a good example for Seedpaw to follow - respect the bordering Clans but never allow yourself to show weakness toward them. Even if they were her and his kin.
Slatefoot dipped her head in greeting as a brown tabby emerged from the cattails across the creek, a small black and white tom following while a third cat - a pale gray molly with charcoal rosettes, an owl mask, and piercing green eyes - soon appeared as well. Slatefoot paused at the sight of the gray molly, immediately recognizing how alike she and the FlowerClan warrior looked. The same sleekness in their pelts, the same rosette pattern. She reminded Slatefoot so much of Stemriver, yet all the same she looked so much like Cinderdapple as well. This molly was her kin. Stemriver’s sister, perhaps? Cinderdapple and Drizzlemimic’s mother? Perhaps even Stemriver’s mother? Despite seeing her kin in FlowerClan at gatherings, Slatefoot had never made it a habit to get to know that side of her family. She wished that she could, and she was civil toward FlowerClan warriors, but a huge part of her still felt ashamed, felt guilt, that she had been the cause of the war so many seasons ago. No cats had died due to the war, but if she had acted more rationally, if she had been less eager to cross borders, then perhaps that whole ordeal could have been avoided in the first place.
The molly shook her head. ”Good morning,” she mewed briskly, hoping her voice did not betray any of the longing thoughts that lingered inside her mind. Quick to hide those emotions just in case they had slipped out, Slatefoot swiftly announced, ”We noticed a fox in your territory as we were coming down from the ridge. It seemed in no hurry to leave your fields.”
Something inside her wanted the gray molly to speak, wanted the cat who was quite noticeably her kin to acknowledge her, but the green eyed warrior merely turned to her patrolmates, allowing the brown tabby tom to take the lead. His eyes betrayed nothing yet his tail twitched in unease. ”Thank you for the report. We’ll be sure to deal with the fox.” He dipped his head to Slatefoot, about to turn and head away when the black and white tom, clearly an apprentice, opened his maw to speak.
”Are we going to fight it, Burrtangle? I bet I can claw the fur right off it!”
The brown tabby, Burrtangle was his name apparently, couldn’t hide the affectionate laughter in the twitch of his whiskers as he turned to the apprentice. ”We should try our best to not fight the fox. Chasing it off our territory without a fight is our best bet,” he explained to the apprentice who was clearly crestfallen at this news.
Slatefoot couldn’t hide her own amusement, remembering her own days as an apprentice, how eager she had been to fight and prove her worth as a member of YewClan. But that amusement didn’t last long, her yellow-green eyes drifting back to the silent, stoic molly. She met with a cool green gaze, the owl-masked warrior looking away as soon as Slatefoot had looked over at her.
What she wouldn’t give to know what the FlowerClan warrior was thinking.
Shaking her thoughts away once again, Slatefoot flicked her tail through the air, gesturing for her patrol to continue on. ”May you chase the fox off swiftly, and may StarClan light your paths!” She called to the FlowerClan warriors before turning to head back down the creek, knowing she had a patrol to finish while also realizing that if she stayed there any longer she may be unable to stop herself from calling out to the FlowerClan molly with whom she shared blood with.
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Post by jaybun! on Sept 3, 2024 23:01:14 GMT -5
HAZELPELT Helping Mari with Whisperingpaw, Mistleheart, & Ravenpaw! - helped out Puddlepaw! - x
Hazelpelt waved her tail good-bye to Puddlepaw, watching with some amusement as the young tom ran off to join the other apprentices in camp. He was a good kid, hard-working, much like his father. She'd been happy to spend a little time tutoring him. Heavy was a wonderful mentor, but the calico molly had her paws so full being deputy; Hazelpelt had been wanting to help lighten her workload anyhow. Turning, the cinnamon-furred molly ran to catch up with sunhigh patrol as they began to leave camp. Hazelpelt gave a friendly nod to both Mistleheart and Ravenpaw, and a fond blink to her own apprentice, Whisperingpaw. Who had grown up so quickly! Then again, it's not hard to get bigger than me. She thought, eyeing the distance between the top of her head and Whisperingpaw's now much taller shoulder. Dapplestar needs to hold that ceremony soon!
Together, the patrol set off, picking up the opposite side from Slatefoot's earlier group. She doubted the rogues would be bold enough to cross into their territory from Flowerclan's border. A warring clan was an alert one, Hazelpelt nearly wished they would try if only to see them finally get torn apart by some cat at last. The way things were going... Mistleheart stiffening up snatched her full attention. Hazelpelt let her jaw fall open at the other molly's yowl, tasting the air. The scent that hit her tongue stank of sickness, tinged with a familiar sweetness that only brought the reek into sharper clarity. Fear prickled along her spine. What if the rogues had began sending their ill into YewClan territory? A cough could spread through the ranks quicker than any claw.
Whisperingpaw didn't share the same hesitancy. Led by Mistleheart, Hazelpelt reluctantly followed, ears perked for any sign of foul play. The party came to a halt outside a bush, the stench of sickness barely cut back by the crisp scent of earth. Trying not to breathe too deeply, Hazelpelt poked her head into the foliage. Ah, she felt her hackles lower as she caught sight of the cat hidden within. The brown tabby inside took rattling breaths, a purple nylon collar not unlike her own looped around the neck.
"We'll take them back with us," Hazelpelt nodded in agreement with a pang of pity. The forest was no place for a kittypet to be left on their own. She would know.
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Post by chocolatemilk7 on Sept 4, 2024 7:23:19 GMT -5
Drizzlemimic- Cheers loudly for Icepaw's naming ceremony/Sits beside Whisperingpaw and Petaltree/Spars with Mistleheart It was time for Mistleheart’s kits to become apprentices. It felt like just yesterday it was Shadepatch’s kits’ turn. And before that Puddlepaw and Flashpaw’s turns. Time moved so quickly in the clan. Drizzlemimic was still young, just that there were plenty of younger warriors now. He trained an apprentice and got a mate. He lost a close cat to him, but didn’t let that weigh on him too much. Despite this, he still had plenty of life ahead of him. And now, it was time for some cats to properly begin their journey. Drizzlemimic sat down next to Petaltree and Whisperingpaw, since Hayfeather still hadn’t recovered from Frozenlaurel’s death and he wanted to give his mate some time alone with his brother. He watched as Wrenpaw, Lightpaw and Icepaw all walked up, one by one, and were named apprentices by Dapplestar. It must have been hard for them to lose a sibling at such a young age. What would he have done if he lost Cinderdapple? Frozenlaurel’s death already hurt too much. But they pushed through that grief, it appeared. “Wrenpaw! Lightpaw! Icepaw!” He cheered. They were Mistleheart’s kin, so obviously they were gonna be tough. After the ceremony ended, Drizzlemimic spent a little time alone. He loved talking to other cats, but he also enjoyed his alone time. To think and reflect about the rogues and Frozenlaurel. He enjoyed it, and was happy to see Mistleheart when she ran up to him and invited him to spar. “You beat I do!” The two engaged in a mock fight, like they did when Drizzlemimic was still Drizzlepaw. They would likely have to do actual fighting soon, so this was good practice. Drizzlemimic didn’t see a blow coming, causing him to the fall to the ground. If they were enemies, he would have taken some serious damage. “I see your time in the nursery hasn’t softened you up too much” he chuckled. Dawnshade- Border Patrol with Drizzlemimic/Saw some FlowerClan cats across the river Dawnshade felt a warm breeze on his pelt as he walked through the sunlit forest. The rogues were still around and could attack at any moment. After Thrushfleck’s dissapearence, nothing else bad has happened to YewClan. But Flax was still out there. He was too afraid to tell anyone outside of Cinderdapple about his suspicions. Now that he was on patrol with Drizzlemimic, he should tell him too. They might not have the best history together, but he would surely listen to him. He had to! Dawnshade wondered about what other cats might have figured out Flax’s paw in the matter. He wasn’t sure how much Hopbramble had discussed with his siblings about Flax, but they were smart enough to realize he wasn’t to be trusted, right? As the two continued along the FlowerClan border, Dawnshade noticed a FlowerClan patrol. He froze for a second. He remembered intruding onto their territory just a few moons ago during leaf bare. Luckily, he was never caught, but the thought that the apprentice actually saw him, or at least a tuft of his fur, still lurked in his brain. He was caught of guard when he recognized one of the cats on patrol. It was Skypaw! Except, he looked warrior aged now. He made eye contact with him for a second, but he didn’t seem to recognize Dawnshade. He sighed in relief and continued, while wondering if FlowerClan had problems with rogues as well. They can’t only be after us, right? To be fair, even if they did, they would be too proud to announce it at the Gathering anyways, so they had no way of truly knowing. He gave Drizzlemimic a glance, who was staring at the FlowerClan hills. He remembered that the tom’s mother was from FlowerClan, but she gave her kits to YewClan. He must feel weird near the border. He didn’t doubt that Drizzlemimic was loyal to YewClan, after all, he himself was of outsider origin, he just hoped they wouldn’t have to fight FlowerClan any time soon. As he was thinking, he heard Drizzlemimic’s voice from not too far away. “Dawnshade! I found something!” He ran up to his clan mate to investigate, where he saw the same red liquid he saw with Cinderdapple. Deathberry juice. His suspicions were only confirmed further by the berry husks on the ground. “At first I though it was blood, but it’s deathberries. They’re near the northern border, but still on our side!” Dawnshade looked on to see how much of it there was. “There’s so much here… It’s like they’re planning to poison the whole clan!” Dawnshade wouldn’t have excluded that possibility. They agreed to search around the area, maybe they could find more clues? It was long and tireing. It looked like they wouldn’t find anything. Drizzlemimic wanted to call the search off, but Dawnshade continued. And it payed off. Near a few remnants of deathberries, under some leaves, Dawnshade discovered a tuft of ginger fur. Not like his own. Darker. He brought it over to Drizzlemimic. “It’s Flax’s fur. I’m sure of it. He’s behind this!” Drizzlemimic hesitated to say anything, but eventually he spoke. “We’ll tell the clan about it.” Tagging Sapphirejas
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 4, 2024 10:09:08 GMT -5
Seedpaw »
training twice as hard recently
Last moon had been a lot for Seedpaw. A brother dead, a father missing, and a grieving mentor, he had been swallowed down by grief and sorrow. These emotions still swimmed in his head, minnows in a pond of water, but he was doing his best to push past that and make up for what felt like missed training sessions in the last moon. If he wanted to become a warrior then he needed to push himself and do better. Gingerpaw would want him to be a warrior. Thrushfleck would want him to keep going. Pondspeckle would want to resume training an apprentice who had advanced rather than stagnated. Seedpaw was determined to show his Clan that he was worthy of being a member of YewClan, that he could work and train despite all the hardships that had tried to push him down in the last few moons.
In his last training sessions with Slatefoot he had been sure to train twice as hard. He wanted to prove himself to his temporary mentor as much as he wanted to prove himself to his actual mentor. He wanted to make Gingerpaw proud in StarClan and wanted to make Thrushfleck proud of him wherever his father was. He was going to be a warrior that YewClan could be proud of, that all the Clans would know.
All he had to do was make sure he trained hard and well, and then he could achieve his goal.
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Post by dewbranch on Sept 4, 2024 13:26:01 GMT -5
Whisperingpaw Petaltree's Warrior Ceremony, Border Patrol || with Hazelpelt, Mistleheart, Ravenpaw Whisperingpaw really hoped she would be made a warrior this moon. She and Petalpaw had gone on patrol with Dapplestar of all cats last moon, so surely she had proven herself? Feeling like this wasn't something that Whisperingpaw was used to, and she snapped out of it. She was a confident cat, if she wasn't made a warrior, it wasn't her time. Sure, she was bigger than all the other cats in the apprentice's den and the younger apprentices kept bugger her on why she wasn't a warrior yet, but she wasn't put down. YewClan didn't want warriors who weren't ready. But I feel ready. Only time will tell.
A meeting was called. Petalpaw was called forward and given the warrior name Petaltree. Whisperingpaw was not called. She was not given a warrior name. Whisperingpaw just shrugged to her clanmates. "Petaltree, Petaltree!" She called. Whisperingpaw would just to have to wait to make a nest next to her littermates.
Whisperingpaw was on a border patrol. Unlike most of times, this was not planned by Hazelpelt, but Heavy, the deputy. It was her time to prove herself. Ravenpaw, Mistleheart's apprentice had been down with a sprained paw after the start of his apprenticeship, but unlike her, he didn't need this. She needed to prove herself. I will become a warrior.
Whisperingpaw did, of course know of the dangers of the forest at this time. Rogues were terrorizing YewClan, and they seemed to be lurking everywhere. Dawnshade was convinced that Flax and the rogues had poisoned prey and snuck it into the fresh-kill pile, where it had killed four of her clanmates. Not only that, but Thrushfleck had gone missing... and so had Flax. The cats of YewClan had a right to be wary. I hate this. Why do they attack us? Can't we just make peace? Can't they back off?
Whisperingpaw's muscles tensed when she heard the wail. Mistleheart was the first to hear it, alerting the patrol. It was then that Whisperingpaw caught the scent of the cat, but it didn't smell quite right....
At first Whisperingpaw thought it was the scent of twolegs on the cats fur, but there was a seperte scent there that smelled of the creatures she had encountered last moon, but it wasn't the scent that stuck out to her. "Whoever that cat is, they're sick, and they belonged to twolegs. We have to help them! As far as we know they didn't belong to the rogue group, and they will die if we don't help."
It seemed she had done the trick. The patrol made their way through the trees to find a cat sleeping under a bush, her pelt barely moving. But it is moving!
"We'll take them back with us," Hazelpelt mewed. Mistleheart meantioned greencough, and Whisperingpaw shivered. She didn't want to get greencough! Whitecough had been bad enough. We have to bring her back. She needs us! Nodding to her mentor, and then to Mistelheart, Whisperingpaw helped her clanmates carry the sick tabby back to camp, resting her in a nest in the medicine den for healing. "Hopefully she gets better." Whisperingpaw murmured to Hazelpelt after they left the den.
[[ this girl is the opposite of Foxclove lol ]]
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dewbranch
first tennis match tomorrow; nervous as heck
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Post by dewbranch on Sept 4, 2024 14:12:52 GMT -5
Lightpaw Apprentice Ceremony, Training Patrol || with Dapplestar, Wrenpaw, Icepaw, Cinderdapple Lightkit still wasn't sure she was ready to be an apprentice. She wasn't sure if she wanted to leave Mistleheart's side. But I'll actually learn to fight! To hunt! This motivated her, and when Dapplestar called he ceremony, she wasn't so nervous. She was still nervous, (What if she got a bad mentor? What if she wasn't even made an apprentice?) but she wasn't going to let that stop her. Wrenkit was called first and given Whorldusk as her mentor. Lightkit remembered that Gingerpaw had been given to Whorldusk as well, but Gingerpaw had died last moon. So had Gustkit and Frozenlaurel. Her father and her brother. Both gone, just like that.Lightkit was called. She almost missed hearing her name, thinking of Gustkit, but her heard the last part and padded forward, trying not to look sad. I don't want my clan to think I'm scared of clan life!"I do" She had heard Ravenpaw, Gingerpaw, and Seedpaw utter them only two moon ago, and now it was her turn. Her turn to become an apprentice! She already felt so old. She felt like she could do anything, defeat any foe, hunt any mouse. Touching noses with Cinderdapple, Lightpaw felt proud but also... also a little lonely. Why couldn't Gustkit be here to get his name alongside them? Why couldn't Frozenlaurel cheer for her? Icepaw was also given her name and apprenticed to Dapplestar. Wow! That's cool!●●● It was her first full day as an apprentice! Cinderdapple had shown her the territory after she had been given her name, but this was her first time actually able to train. She had seen her littermates go to the training hollow for fighting practice, but Cinderdapple didn't follow them. Instead she guided Lightpaw toward the river. Lightpaw's claws flexed, she wanted to practice with her littermates! Maybe Cinderdapple is going to show me a secret move that she doesn't want any of the others to see! It was probably better anyways, she didn't want to mess up in front of her siblings. But... It didn't seem like they were going to practice fighting. Cinderdapple was talking about... fish? Teamwork? Lightpaw took a pawstep back. Teamwork didn't sound like fun. Do I really need to learn how to work in a team?Cinderdapple stepped into the river, still chattering. Lightpaw recently followed the long-furred molly into the river, hissing in annoyance as her paws got soaked. "Fish are fast and slippery, and they're easily startled. If you're not careful, they'll dart away before you can catch them. Let's position ourselves on either side of that school of fish there, I'll push the fish towards you, and then you'll strike, okay? Watch the way your shadows falls." Cinderdapple explaiend, and Lightpaw nodded. Cinderdapple sent the fish in her direction, and Lightpaw swiped at it, having it scurry off into another direction. Soon all the fish followed. "Why can't I learn to fight like Wrenpaw and Icepaw? It's not fair!" She mewed. "I don't even like fishing! I get my paws wet and I'm not good at it!" Lightpaw bounded out of the river and sat on the riverbed, giving Cinderdapple a pouty face. [[ girl is throwing a temper tantrum lol ]]
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Post by Sand on Sept 4, 2024 18:22:33 GMT -5
Spottedfur : - says something patronizing to Seedpaw (-) - gives Monarchlightning a respectful nod - hears Twolegs shouting Whilst in camp, Spottedfur had heard of the many patrols that returned back home. Two specific patrols had caught his attention— the one that Seedpaw had been a part of and Hopbramble’s incident with the rogues. Apparently Seedpaw’s patrol had warned FlowerClan about a fox creeping across the fields. He could remember the days when FlowerClan had been not so kind to YewClan although that hadn’t lasted for long. Still, it annoyed the elder which made him approach Seedpaw anyways. Even if the apprentice had been training twice as hard, was it really enough? Hopbramble’s patrol of two cats were able to fight a pair of rogues and send them away from YewClan whereas Seedpaw hadn’t done anything special on Slatefoot’s patrol. He had given Monarchlightning a respectful nod for a job well done too.
“You may be training twice as hard, but it doesn’t really show. Sticking your tongue out at Drizzlemimic? That’s childish behavior,” the former warrior commented in a patronizing tone. With that, he padded away to the camp exit to go for a stroll.
As he wandered through the never ending forest, the sound of shouting from Twolegs caught Spottedfur’s attention. “Why are they so talkative and loud? Don’t they realize the forest belongs to us?” he muttered with a roll of his silver eyes. As the shouting continued, the elder chose to turn back and head home. Clearly the forest wasn’t the place to be today.
[ mentions: Feathertalon ]
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Post by Sand on Sept 4, 2024 18:31:50 GMT -5
Monarchlightning : - trespasser with Hopbramble - thinks Flashpaw is full of himself (-) Despite the chilly morning air, the sun was trying to rise. Monarchlightning had been paired with Hopbramble, her mother, for a border patrol on the northern border by Heavy. She was excited to patrol with her kin instead of her clanmates that she wasn’t all that close with. The silence in the forest was unsettling at first, but she and Hopbramble padded to the northern border with tension due to recent events.
The issue with the rogues had only increased since Flax and Thrushfleck had gone missing along with the many deaths of her clanmates. The dark grey tabby had an interaction with Flashpaw, who was training under Shadepatch. The more she watched and interacted with the apprentice, the more she believed he was full of himself. Of course he took pride in his role, but Monarchlightning thought it didn’t make him any different from the rest of the clan. His knowledge of herbs wasn’t fascinating to her either. Yet part of her wondered if he knew he was appearing so egotistical— at least that’s how she saw him.
At the sound of her mother’s voice, her blue gaze narrowed in response. “You’d think they would have learned to avoid us by now,” she commented quietly before nodding in agreement. “I understand. The rogues deserve to be taught another lesson and we’ll be the ones to deliver it.”
She flanked left as Hopbramble had instructed, unsheathing her claws so she could defend herself and her clan. Monarchlightning kept up with her mother’s movements, copying them as they approached the rogues in complete silence. Their dark pelts made them almost invisible whereas their bright gazes gleamed with eagerness. Once their eyes had locked, the dark classic tabby leapt at the patchy pelted tortoiseshell.
The tortoiseshell didn’t reel back and opted to fight back against Monarchlightning. The young warrior batted at the other she-cat’s chest as she tried to push her down with her weight. The tortoiseshell fought back with some ease, batting at Monarchlightning’s ears and neck. The dark tabby hissed, pressing the rogue to the ground. The rogue’s back legs were pinned underneath Monarchlightning’s front paws, making it difficult to move. Yet the rogue was able to lift her off, sending her slightly up into the air and onto the ground. She’s a better fighter than me, the warrior thought, but she wasn’t going to let it deter her confidence. With a grunt, Monarchlightning got to her paws before lunging at the tortoiseshell, aiming for her exposed chest. A yowl came from the rogue as they rolled together, exchanging multiple bats and blows. She was able to push the rogue off, who had grown tired. She too took a step backward, hissing at the patched tortoiseshell furiously. “Go back to where you came from!” she growled, raising an unsheathed paw at the other rogue.
“Ha! You don’t scare me, little one,” the tortoiseshell commented with a hiss before backing away when Hopbramble approached her and the other rogue. Her eyes lit up with panic and it took nothing for the pair to sprint away.
Her mother’s movement and laughter left Monarchlightning with a smug smirk on her face. She couldn’t help but let out a snicker of her own. Blood from the tortoiseshell rogue covered her claws as if it were meant to coat them. She turned to Hopbramble, beaming with pride at her compliment.
“I think they will be avoiding us for quite some time now. Especially after the way you fought against them, I swear you could’ve handled both of them on your own! You’re amazing,” she purred, nuzzling her mother gently. “Thank you. That sounds like a good plan.”
With the rest of their patrol being uneventful and rather calm, Monarchlightning felt a sense of relief once back in camp. Hopbramble and her had shown the rogues what YewClan was capable of. They wouldn’t go down without a fight.
[ mentions: lemonshortbread ]
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Post by Sapphirejas on Sept 4, 2024 20:24:43 GMT -5
lazzylake (Dapplestar), polarized (Wrenpaw) Feathertalon (Heavy) (mention) Whorldusk (Gains Wrenpaw as an apprentice, debates patrolling with Heavy, is questioning where he belongs) Whorldusk woke up in the warrior's den when he heard the call of the leader, Dapplestar. He padded to the crowd of sitting cats, and saw Mistleheart's three kits; Wrenkit, Lightkit, and Icekit all looking at each other, looking very excited. "Of course! It's their apprentice ceremony!"" Thought Whorldusk, his ears perking up with a ray of hope inside of him. Whorldusk had an apprentice before, Gingerpaw. But he died only one moon after his apprentice ceremony due to eating tainted prey, and he wasn't able to train him very far. But now there was a chance... a slim chance he might be chosen to mentor one of Mistleheart's three kits! The ginger tom had deep respect for the older warrior, unlike the hostile relationship in the past over the so called Warrior Code... Mistleheart supported and comforted Whorldusk while he was broken over his father Bubblingheart's death, and also when he lost his first apprentice, Gingerpaw and his sister and littermate, Foxclove due to the tainted prey caused by deathberries. Dapplestar asked the first kit Wrenkit to step forward. She seem very happy and excited as she walked up to the black-furred leader. As Dapplestar renamed the young silver tabby she-cat to Wrenpaw, Whorldusk braced himself in the crowd of warriors. Why am I expecting my named to be called? It will only lead to disapointed! Thought the ginger tom. "...Wrenpaw's mentor will be Whorldusk. I hope he will pass all of his knowledge onto her." Dapplestar spoke, keeping her voice firm and strong. Oh, it's happening! Thought Whorldusk, his heart skipping a beat when his name was called. And on the first of the new apprentices too!With his sleek muscles trembling with excitment, Whorldusk pushed through the crowd of cats to reach his new apprentice, Wrenpaw. She smiled at him as he touched noses with her. "What will we do first?" purred Whorldusk's new apprentice. "Wrenpaw, you will be learning your defense in a battle." Whorldusk responded, smiling a little. "You won't be learning any fighting moves since it's only your first training session, but a warrior's defense is the key to winning and protecting yourself in battles."Taking his place back with the warriors, Whorldusk watched as the other two cats, Lightpaw and Icepaw be mentored to the gray and white she-cat Cinderdapple, and Dapplestar herself, respectively. As the apprentice's ceremony drew to a close, Whorldusk couldn't help but think about her deceased sister, Foxclove. He knew that she would be very proud of him, taking on another apprentice. It felt very strange, and grief hung over the young ginger warrior when he remembered he was the only living family of the former leader, Bubblingheart. His feelings of feeling like that he was an outcast to the Clan gripped Whorldusk again. He felt he didn't belong in YewClan, but live as a loner, living the rest of his days the best he could. But Whorldusk knew he couldn't abandon his Clan and his Clanmates just because he felt like an outcast. He had duties to do as a warrior of YewClan, and pressure lay heavy on his shoulders of having kits to carry on Bubblingheart's legacy. Whorldusk would of course ask a she-cat in YewClan if she was willing to carry his kits, and if not, ask a she-cat outside the Clan. The Warrior Code didn't matter to the ginger warrior of course. Whorldusk's thoughts drifted to the ginger calico she-cat and deputy, Heavy. He debated whether he wanted to patrol with her. It would be great to patrol with someone who was experienced, but at the same time, Heavy was getting older, and may seriously get hurt on a patrol due to her age. polarized (Wrenpaw) Whorldusk (Fighting training with Wrenpaw) When Whorldusk awoke from his sleep in the warrior's den, he padded to the fresh-kill pile to get something to eat before he trained his new apprentice, Wrenpaw on battle defense. Knowing what happened to his previous apprentice Gingerpaw, and his beloved sister and littermate Foxclove, the young ginger warrior checked his prey for any signs of deathberry juice inside. Only when he saw that there was no juice, he started eating it, savouring every bite of the prey. When Whorldusk finished eating, he padded to the apprentice's den to wake up Wrenpaw. Once she was up, they walked together to the training grounds out of camp. Whorldusk took every breath of the late newleaf air, enjoying every moment of being outside camp. He paused in front of his apprentice, gazing into her yellow-green eyes to begin the lesson. "Wrenpaw, the most important part of battles are keeping cats out of your personal bubble to prevent them from injuring you. Imagine a magicial shield around your body, protecting you from attacks. And then when cats invade that bubble, you swipe back, preventing your body from injuries..."Whorldusk paused to stare at Wrenpaw, who was swiping at the air with her claws, and performing moves that was only supposed to be attemped later in an apprentice's training! "Whoa whoa whoa... stop Wrenpaw!" shouted Whorldusk, exasperated. When Wrenpaw stopped, Whorldusk stared into her eyes, angry at her for attempting advanced moves. "What in the name of StarClan do you think you are doing?!" Whorldusk yowled at her, frustrated with his apprentice. "You are not ready to perform moves like that, Wrenpaw! You have to learn just the basics first! Understand?!"Whorldusk took in deep breaths to calm down. He felt his heart rate lower as he gazed at his apprentice. "Just be careful... Ok Wrenpaw? I don't want you to get injured on your first training patrol like Ravenpaw did with Thrushfleck... before he got lost... You would be so embarrased and frustrated if you had to miss out on training while you were in the healer's den, when the other apprentices get far ahead of you... I'm only helping you get the best future as a warrior."
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Post by polarized on Sept 5, 2024 10:13:15 GMT -5
Wrenpaw Patrol {--} with Whorldusk Wrenpaw wriggled in her nest. Sleeping without her mother and sisters was hard. She missed them all cuddling together, something about it was comforting to the tiny molly. But it wasn’t long until she felt a prod in her side. She looked up to see her mentor watching her. “Whorldusk?” She asked sleepily. It was so early! She blinked the sleep out of her eyes, and climbed out of her nest into the clearing. She followed her mentor, his ginger fur sticking out in the forest. She yawned, picking up her pace. This was her first patrol as an apprentice! She had snuck out once out of camp before, to see Frozenlaurel and Gustkit’s grave. She missed them too much. She was shook out of her thoughts when her mentor stopped. This must be the training area! She looked around, surprised by the sights. She padded forward, her claws flexing. She couldn’t wait to fight other apprentices!
Whorldusk had started to explain to her, but Wrenpaw wasn’t listening. She was flailing her paws in the air, her claws slashing an invisible enemy. She had seen the older apprentice Whisperingpaw doing this move! She jumped out of her fur when she heard Whorldusk’s yowl, and she stared fearfully at her mentor, her ears twitching. What had she done wrong? Weren’t apprentices meant to train? "What in the name of StarClan do you think you are doing?!" The ginger tom hissed. "You are not ready to perform moves like that, Wrenpaw! You have to learn just the basics first! Understand?!" She looked at his eyes, blazing with fury. She didn’t do anything wrong! She wasn’t like the other apprentices! She hissed to herself, then continued the rest of the training session. How come her sisters got better mentors? She grumbled to herself.
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dewbranch
first tennis match tomorrow; nervous as heck
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Post by dewbranch on Sept 5, 2024 16:15:43 GMT -5
Whisperingpaw Hopes Hopbramble is okay & Is talking with Lightpaw (+) || with Lightpaw
Whisperingpaw was not made a warrior this moon. She thought she had done well on last moons patrol when they had found Mari, but it was not to be. She was still not a warrior. You could say she wasn't in the best mindspace right now. Stupid whitecough! I hate coughs! I hate training! I hate not being ready! Whisperingpaw had thought she was ready, but she guessed she wasn't. I really am getting too big for the apprentices den, and it's really lonely in there without my littermates....
Whisperingpaw had tried to make little conversations with the other apprentices. She had tried to seem like a cool older apprentice and not a daadbeat one, a cat who was mourning not being a warrior. That's just not who I am.
It was now that she was talking to Lightpaw, one of the new apprentices. "Can you believe Iceaw saw Gustkit in a dream? And that Wrenpaw got to train with the older apprentices?! She's so lucky!" Lightpaw exclaimed, and Whisperingpaw let out a chuckle. She was by far the oldest apprentice. I might even be the oldest apprentice ever! That is SO something I can brag about when I'm an elder.
"That's cool Lightpaw. And I bet you'll have so many fun experiences during your lifetime, Wrenpaw's training with the older apprentices will seem boring." Whisperingpaw commented. Lightpaw just nodded, seemingly lost in thought. The younger apprentice could a chatterbox at times, but most of the time she spent alone it seemed. "Bye!" Lightpaw called over her shoulder, padding back over to the apprentices den.
Sighing Whisperingpaw's gaze focused on the medicine den, where her mother was staying yet again. She had been injured by a rogue during Whisperingpaw's early apprenticeship, when she had had the dreadful whitecough. Now she had heat stroke. Cats can die of heat stroke. Whisperingpaw didn't know what she would do without Hopbramble. Ha! Hopbramble is too strong to be taken down by some sickness.
But even still, Whisperingpaw couldn't help worrying about her mother. She remembered Stormmask who had died of heat stroke a short time before her apprenticeship. She sort of wanted to visit Hopbramble, but she was pretty sure that her mother would just tell her to go away and stop worrying about her. I just hope she's okay. @tag [[ if she's not made a warrior next moon I think she's gonna cry ]]
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#ACEBF6
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 5, 2024 19:48:28 GMT -5
Seedpaw »
new training session with whorldusk, mistleheart - Sapphirejas ravenpaw - asrise & wrenpaw - polarized brings a herb back for shadepatch
Feeling anxious was an understatement when Heavy mentioned pairing up with a cat that wasn’t Slatefoot. Seedpaw had trained with other warriors around, but he had always been with Slatefoot, his aunt gently teaching him how to hunt and fight effectively for his Clan. She wasn’t Pondspeckle but he was growing to enjoy the time he got to spend with her, glad that she had been chosen as his temporary mentor. Slatefoot was understanding and kind, but brave and loyal to her Clan as well. He knew he could turn to her when he needed help or had a question, so when his grandmother suggested a new way of training, Seedpaw was rather nervous about it all.
He glanced toward Whorldusk, the ginger tom who was to accompany him for this training session. Seedpaw swallowed his nerves - not only did he not know a lot about Whorldusk, but this was the son of the leader before Dapplestar. Surely it would look terrible if he failed a leader’s son! And worse yet if he did terrible and made the other warriors think Whorldusk wasn’t capable of training an apprentice. Just calm down, Seedpaw. You’ve got this. You can do it.
That was a lot easier said than done.
As the brown and white tabby fell into step beside Whorldusk, he nervously glanced around the forest, trying to spot prey. A robin was the first thing he noticed, but a too quick movement of his paws had the bird fluttering away. Seedpaw’s ears burned, unable to look at Whorldusk in fear that the ginger tom was angry at him. If he had been a little quieter, a little less eager to catch the bird, then he would have made the kill. The apprentice’s pelt prickled. He’d just have to do better next time.
And he was able to do just that.
By the time Whorldusk and Seedpaw made it back to the group, both toms had an abundance of prey hanging from their jaws. Seedpaw puffed his chest out, noticing he and Whorldusk had more than the birds Mistleheart and Ravenpaw had caught. He did flash a sympathetic look toward Slatefoot, noticing how she and Wrenpaw had managed to return without a single catch. Slatefoot had once told him that hunting was not her strong suit, but only now was he starting to realize how true that was.
With prey in tow the patrol made their way back to camp. On the way Seedpaw spotted a newly blossomed patch of chamomile, a herb he knew well due to his mother having offered him some for his anxiety more than once. With a purr he managed to collect some even with his jaw full of prey, happily carrying it back home with him. If Shadepatch wasn’t out with Flashpaw then he was going to bring her one of the mice he caught for a meal and gift her with the chamomile he had collected. She would surely be happy with that, Seedpaw just knew it!
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Post by asrise on Sept 5, 2024 22:43:59 GMT -5
Ravenpaw with Seedpaw, Wrenpaw, Whorldusk, Slatefoot and Mistleheart Ravenpaw bunched his hind legs, waiting for a moment as the thrush he was watching pecked at the ground. This was his chance! He pounced, landing rather sloppily, but still trapping the bird under his paws. He fumbled with it for a second before plunging his teeth into it, killing it. Ravenpaw turned back, looking at Mistleheart’s disapproving expression. Oh come on! I caught it, right? He wanted to exclaim, but he kept it in. Complaining certainly wouldn’t help him become a warrior quicker. Maybe Mistleheart is trying to hold me back from greatness…
But when he returned with the birds that he had caught, he found a sight that couldn’t help but rankle a bit. Seedpaw was sitting proudly in front of a whole pile of prey, a whole lot better than the measly two creatures he had caught. He scowled right back at his littermate. The apprentice didn’t even have to look at Mistleheart to know that she was a bit disappointed. Well, it could have been worse. Ravenpaw wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he had come back with nothing, like Wrenpaw had. He shot the younger apprentice a sympathetic glance, hoping they wouldn't feel too bad about it.
“Stars above!” Ravenpaw groaned, leaning in as he faced a group of FlowerClan apprentices that he and Flashpaw had huddled with. “My mentor is really working me hard! I mean, it’s just hunting practice after hunting practice! She must be trying to work my paws off… I haven’t slept properly in days!” The FlowerClan cats nodded eagerly, adding their own troubles. He was about to burst into a full explanation when he suddenly caught himself. Oh, I probably shouldn’t be telling cats from other clans this… A good warrior keeps his clan’s secrets. Flashpaw’s pretty lucky he’s a medicine cat. He doesn’t have to worry about all that.
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Post by polarized on Sept 9, 2024 2:03:16 GMT -5
Wrenpaw Training patrol {--} with Whorldusk, Seedpaw, Ravenpaw, Slatefoot & Mistleheart Wrenpaw was eager for her training session, she felt like she could barely contain herself! She was going out with the older apprentices, Seedpaw and Ravenpaw. That wouldn’t slow her down! It was until she had realised she had to switch mentors with the other apprentices for a training session she had began to worry. Whorldusk already was annoyed with her, surely she can’t do the same with another? Wrenpaw found herself face to face with Slatefoot. She didn’t know much about this warrior, only that she was the last kit of Heavy’s still in the clan. That was a lot for the tiny Wrenpaw to handle, yet she told herself to do it anyways. She could feel the warriors gaze on her, prickling her fur. “We could catch some birds, right?” Wrenpaw asked Slatefoot. But before Wrenpaw could ask anything else, the other pairs sprinted into the forest. Wrenpaw blinked and Slatefoot was already running. Wrenpaw broke into a run, trying to catch up. Her tiny paws seemed useless for speed. How come Ravenpaw and Seedpaw got to be so much bigger?
Wrenpaw looked to Slatefoot when they had both stopped. She had to prove that she was a great apprentice to Slatefoot, or else she might tell Dapplestar to delay her warrior ceremony. “Look! I’ll catch that bird!” She looked up to a tree in the distance. Wrenpaw shivered, the only cat she knew that climbed trees was Gustkit. Wrenpaw never had the knack for climbing either. I mean, catching birds, it was in her name right? It felt like Wrenpaw wasn’t good at anything she had tried before with Whorldusk. Yet, she had to do this. She stalked forward, before sliding her claws into the bark. She continued to climb, her paws aching from the amount of pressure she was holding the tree with. When she could see the bird from the corner of her eye, Wrenpaw miscalculated a step, causing her to fall back off the tree with a massive yowl. Wrenpaw flailed her paws until she found herself dropping into a pile of moss. It wasn’t long until she realised her one mistake had scared all of the prey in the area. She climbed out of the moss, it still clinging to her fur. She felt hot with embarrassment, and struggled to meet the eyes of Slatefoot. I’m such a bad apprentice… Wrenpaw told herself. “Im sorry.” She murmured, before following Slatefoot back to the training clearing.
Looking around, she could see the prey the other pairs had brought back. Whorldusk and Seedpaw had caught tons! Wrenpaw looked in astonishment. Then, turning to Ravenpaw and her own mother, Mistleheart had even caught a few birds. She avoided Mistleheart’s gaze, she probably thought she was never gonna be a good warrior. She sat down beside Slatefoot, shuffling the dirt underneath her with her paw. Would she ever be good enough to be a warrior?
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Post by stormshade1 on Sept 9, 2024 7:39:28 GMT -5
Pondspeckle Grieving, likes spending time with Drizzlemimic (chocolatemilk7 )
It hurt.
It hurt like a physical pain. Like something was ripped from his body that he’d never get back. It stung like a million shards of glass imbedded into his heart. It hurt.
His mouth tasted... bad. He needed water. He was thirsty. Somecat had deposited a soaked ball of moss next to his nest, and he lapped at it eagerly.
At some point, Drizzlemimic came. Comforting words. Pondspeckle liked Drizzlemimic. Pondspeckle liked him a lot. Maybe they could be friends. Pondspeckle knew that Frozenlaurel always liked Drizzlemimic and his sister. Pondspeckle owed it to him to at least try.
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Post by stormshade1 on Sept 9, 2024 8:00:10 GMT -5
Icepaw Patrol (lazzylake , dewbranch , lemonshortbread )
They were happy.
Icekit, Gustkit, Wrenkit, and Lightkit... they were happy. Together, and happy. But then everything faded away, except for Gustkit and herself. She noticed she was bigger now, bigger than the kit. Gustkit slowly padded up to her.
“Icepaw?” He rubbed against her flank, purring.
“I’ve missed you, Icepaw.”
Icepaw squeezed her eyes shut, tears threatening to burst.
“I... I love you, Gustkit.” She finally said. Gustkit looked her straight in the eyes.
“Goodbye, Icepaw. I’m sure I’ll see you again. And – one more thing before I go – say hello to Mistleheart for me.”
Then everything melted away.
Icepaw was an apprentice. Finally an apprentice. And an apprentice to Dapplestar herself!
She was going on a patrol! Like a real warrior! Dapplestar, Cinderdapple, and Lightpaw would be going with her. Lightpaw! She'd be with her sister!
They padded out. They were going to the place that they always trained.
“Hey, uh, I had a dream last night. It was about Gustkit.”
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Post by Sand on Sept 9, 2024 12:59:55 GMT -5
Spottedfur : - sprains his paw after stepping wrong on the ridge side - thinks Hopbramble was nice today - thinks that Flashpaw has been acting strangely The pleasant weather was too good to waste on sitting in his nest today. Spottedfur offered Scarletdrift to go on a walk with him, which the elder agreed to. As the two toms ambled on, he thought of Hopbramble who had spent plenty of time with Slatefoot, who seemed impressed by Slatefoot's insights. The two warriors seemed to get along and he thought it was nice that Hopbramble had been genuine with the younger she-cat. Then he wondered why Flashpaw had been acting strangely as of late. Was something going on with the medicine cat apprentice? He pondered if telling Shadepatch about his concern for Flashpaw was a good idea.
"Scarletdrift, don't you think we're still as fit as before?" he meowed abruptly as he approached the ridgeside, not even questioning his movements. He was as spry as a young warrior! There was no way he'd slip on the ridgeside, knowing that he had plenty of dexterity in old, aging body.
Except the sudden feeling of pain accelerated once he padded on the wrong part of the ridgeside. It began in the arch of his back paw, the one he had injured and scarred many moons ago in a fire. With a loud hiss, Spottedfur glanced at Scarletdrift with concern. "My paw…!" he meowed, trying to catch his breath. "It doesn't feel right. We need to go back to camp now, I can't walk like this."
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Monarchlightning : - hunting patrol with Dawnshade & Petaltree - wonders what the rogue group is really like Ever since Monarchlightning and Hopbramble's scuffle with the rogues, she couldn't stop thinking about them. Why did they believe they could just walk into YewClan's territory and get away with it? She and Hopbramble had proven to the rogues that they would attack them again without mercy– she just hoped that would be enough to keep them away.
As she was with Dawnshade and Petaltree, two of her littermates, Monarchlightning felt at ease. The three were warriors now, full of determination and the will to succeed. Surely the trio could hunt successfully for their clan without any interruptions. Yet the sudden sound coming from a thick shrub caught the patrol's attention. Monarchlightning's blue gaze narrowed as she glanced at both of her littermates. "Maybe we should check it out," she decided, waiting for their responses.
Dawnshade offered to check the sound out, so Monarchlightning stood off to the side in case her brother would need assistance from them. The dark grey tabby heard a hiss and peered over to see a skunk which was face to face with the tortoiseshell tom. The skunk then began to spray Dawnshade. Her eyes widened in surprise yet the scent was putrid– the tortoiseshell warrior was not going to be sleeping in the warriors' den tonight unless every cat wanted to reek of the skunk's odor.
"Dawnshade!" Monarchlightning yowled, watching as the skunk hurried off. She forced herself to breathe through her nose despite the skunk's spray being nauseating. "There's no way we can hunt now, you smell terrible! Let's just head back to camp, maybe Shadepatch has something for you."
The dark grey classic tabby padded ahead of her littermates, trying to ignore the scent coming from Dawnshade's pelt. She was a tad frustrated that they had missed out on a decent hunt, but Dawnshade's health was more important than prey right now.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 9, 2024 17:47:36 GMT -5
Heavy »
speaks with dapplestar about war - lazzylake spending time with hopbramble & asks monarchlightning to be her runner - Sand
Frozenlaurel, a loving father who had braved the wilds for his kits. Foxclove, a young warrior with a whole life ahead of her and a heart of gold. Gustkit, a bright-eyed kitten who had never experienced life outside the nursery. A trio who should have never met the end as they did. A trio who should still be here now, two fierce warriors and one promising apprentice.
Thrushfleck, her only son and recently a father. A cat who’s fate was still unknown. Whether dead or alive he was missing, unable to be with his mate and unable to be there as his two surviving kits advanced in their apprenticeship. Gingerpaw, Thrushfleck’s son and Heavy’s grandson. A spirited young tom who would have made YewClan an amazing warrior.
And now Cinderdapple. Blood kin of Stemriver and raised by Heavy. The third cat of Heavy’s family that the rogues had taken from her. The fourth if she added Gustkit, the young kit’s mother being Mistleheart whom Heavy had cared for when she had been just a kit herself. Either way, she had lost one too many cats due to these rogues. She was sick and tired of all this unnecessary death. All this unnecessary sorrow.
Heavy had never been one to suggest jumping into battle, but she was at the point of going to Dapplestar and asking the leader to support an attack on the rogue group. If the Clan took the first strike then perhaps they’d have the element of surprise on their side. The Clan would be prepared for war then, their claws unsheathed and their fangs bared. Perhaps if she were just a warrior this burning desire to fight and get the threat over would be dull or even nonexistent, but as deputy the desire to protect her Clan, to protect what remained of her dwindling family, was too strong to ignore. War meant possibly losing more of her Clanmates, but at least they were doing something rather than standing about like sitting ducks.
Yes, she decided, she was going to speak with Dapplestar about all this rogue nonsense. The calico’s paws flexed, claws yearning to unsheathe. She was ready for battle.
It was late by the time Heavy returned to camp from her patrols. YewClan was preparing to settle down for the night, groups of cats gathered together around bodies of prey caught earlier in the day. Hunger clawed at Heavy’s own stomach, but she had more important matters to tend to, more pressing thoughts that required her attention. Yet she stopped by the fresh-kill pile on her way to Dapplestar’s den, grabbing a plump woodpecker to bring to the leader. Discussing the idea of war would go over better on a full stomach, Heavy had concluded.
Stopping only once she had reached the leader’s den, Heavy gently sat the woodpecker down and called out, ”Dapplestar, may I speak with you?”
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If war was in YewClan’s future, Heavy needed cats she could trust and have at her side. It was Hopbramble that Heavy found herself gravitating toward in the last few sunrises, spending more time than not with the tabby. As a former rogue herself Hopbramble would have the most information on the rogue group and how to defeat them. Any information she gave up would be beyond valuable, and not only that but Hopbramble was a fierce fighter. She was not afraid to raise her claws at an enemy and draw blood, and that’s what YewClan needed right now. They needed warriors willing to fight with all their strength. Warriors who were willing to uphold the vow they had made upon receiving their warrior name. Heavy needed a cat like Hopbramble at her side, willing to give her life in the hopes of bringing peace to YewClan once more.
It wasn’t just Hopbramble that was on Heavy’s radar. Monarchlightning, one of Hopbramble’s kits, had also grabbed the deputy’s attention. On one of the calmer days when the wind wasn’t blowing about as hard, Heavy managed to pull Monarchlightning aside, taking the young gray warrior outside of camp. Monarchlightning was young, only three moons out of the apprentices’ den, but she was a capable feline with her mother’s spirit and knack for battle. Not only that but she was quick on her paws, a perfect candidate for what Heavy had in mind for her.
Nearing the top of the ridge near YewClan’s camp, Heavy stopped. She squared her shoulders as she looked out to the territory, knowing that somewhere out there rogues were slinking about, planning their latest attack on the Clan. Those rogues were Monarchlightning’s kin, but like with Hopbramble, Heavy had no doubt the young tabby had no affection in her heart for such monsters. ”I fear war is coming,” the calico started, not willing to dive into the results of her conversation with Dapplestar some days earlier. It would be the leader’s decision on what course of action they took and when she would decide to announce it to the Clan. Heavy was not going to undermine her leader. But she was going to prepare. ”Whether or not that happens I want the Clan to be ready. You’re young, but I’ve noticed how swift-footed you are. As quick as lightning.” Heavy’s whiskers twitched in brief amusement. ”Would you be willing to take the role of runner while I prepare roles for the rest of the Clan? I need some cat who can quickly relay any information they find out back to camp, and I believe you’re the perfect cat for that. So what do you say? Will you be that cat?”
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Heavy knew all too well what it was like to lose a loved one. These past few moons wouldn’t let her forget what that specific grief felt like, but there were times when that grief hit harder. Times when that grief consumed every waking moment and made patrolling and being awake almost impossible. As a member of a Clan it was the duty of every cat to care for those who had succumbed to such sorrow and offer them kindness and sympathy. In order for a cat to feel better they needed time to heal, but they needed compassion and understanding just as much.
Which was why Heavy had decided to visit Hayfeather.
Laying down next to the grieving gray tabby, Heavy allowed her fur to brush against the tom’s, calico fur intermingling with gray. She knew he was still deeply grieving after the loss of his father, the only parent he had truly known, and Heavy was still sad about it as well. But her sorrow was different. Her sorrow was only an underlying issue whereas anger was the main symptom. Those damned rogues had murdered him with their backpawed poisoning, taking far too many innocent lives from YewClan. No longer was the deputy going to stand for such immoral practices, but for now she wanted to focus her anger into compassion. Hayfeather needed somebody at his side, and as both his Clanmate and his deputy, Heavy wanted to be that somebody.
She was brought back to her days in the nursery with her kits as she began rasping her tongue along the tabby’s neck and down to his shoulders. She made sure to smoothen out the tufts of fur that had become tangled and dirty from lack of grooming, careful to ease the strands out of their loops. ”How are you feeling today?” She asked softly in-between strokes of her tongue. Heavy did not expect an answer, knowing how hard it could be to talk when choked by grief, but she had asked it to let the young tom know she was concerned for him. That she was looking out for him and wanted to be there for him should he need it.
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Post by dewbranch on Sept 9, 2024 20:02:36 GMT -5
Whisperingheart Warrior Ceremony! || with Dapplestar, Hazelpelt Whisperingpaw yawned, padding back into camp alongside her mentor, Hazelpelt. Getting sick and missing the entirety of leafbare had set her back a lot, and she was still not a warrior. One might think it was a little discouraging, and it was, but Whisperingpaw wasn't a cat who gave up. She was a cat that kept going, no matter the setbacks.
Yawninig again, Whisperingheart started to make her way towards the apprentices den when the meeting was called. She hadn't noticed Hazelpelt pad over to Dapplestar when the had entered camp, or even leave her side, but there she was, standing beside Dapplestar with a smile on her face.
Is this it? What else could it be? Whisperingpaw padded up alongside her clan and gathered below Dapplestar. Please be it. Please be it.
This was it. Whisperingpaw was called forward, and that was what she did. The speckled grey she-cat wove her way through the crowd of cats, her eyes trained on Dapplestar. Her chest was puffed out, her shoulders held high. I am ready.
"I do." Whisperingpaw vowed. Every warrior uttered those words before getting their name. Just two words could change everything. A cat's position, name, everything. Tonight she would be a warrior.
"Then from this moment on, you shall be known as Whisperingheart. StarClan honors your initiative, and we welcome you as a new warrior of YewClan."
Her clan cheered her name. Her eyes scanned the crowd, finding Hopbramble, Dawnshade, Amberrise, Monarchlightning, Petaltree, and Hazelpelt. They were all smiling at her, cheering her new name. Whisperingheart. StarClan knows I have waited for this.
Dipped her head to Dapplestar, then to her clan, Whisperingheart made her way towards the entrance tunnel, where she would stand guard for the entire night, keeping a silent vigil. YewClan will sleep well tonight, safe. I will make sure of it. [[ YAY Whispering is FINALLY a warrior! Sad that this moon there was also a lot of tragedy but you gotta have happy times too ]]
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Post by asrise on Sept 9, 2024 21:28:13 GMT -5
Ravenpaw Border Patrol - Pawprints with Mistleheart, Hazelpelt and Drizzlemimic Paws. Ravenpaw’s own ached, but that was the least of his concerns at the moment. The rogues, those beastly cats shadowing YewClan, poking their heads out only to snap their jaws at them, they must be near… Fur on the back of his neck prickling, he cast his face downwards. Parting his jaws. A sharp scent hitting him back, and the sight of slight dips in the dirt. It was all the patrol needed to hold their concentration through the winding trail that was wrought through the pines.
Memories pricked at Ravenpaw as Mistleheard led the patrol down the trail unabated, but still on edge. Thrushfleck… His father had disappeared alongside that heartless weasel, Flax several moons ago, never to return. It was almost worse, not knowing whether his father was dead. What if he’s been held in the rogue’s camp all this time, suffering while we haven’t even thought of rescuing him?! What if Flax, and Saffron, and all their cronies are around the next bend, or up the next tree?! I can’t break my concentration - not even for a moment! One missed sign could get us into an ambush.
It all made the young apprentice’s head swirl, and his paws feel light on the ground as he struggled to keep his way. But he pressed on. What kind of warrior would I be if I couldn’t protect my Clanmates from danger? Obviously, not a very good one. He gave a humourless sniff of a laugh to himself before just about walking face first into Mistleheart’s furry side. They were at the border again, almost exactly where they had first picked up the prints. The prints were less visible, but Ravenpaw could still catch the scent of them if he pressed his nose to the dirt.
“Why’d you stop?” He asked indignantly to his mentor, who didn’t seem to bother to go over the border. Didn’t she care about finding the rogue camp? After all, she was one of those who had suffered the most from the poisoning attack... “I- I mean, we gotta go further! What do we report to Dapplestar, that we walked in a circle and saw enemy prints?” Ravenpaw sputtered, even if he knew full well how much of a fool’s errand it would be to walk into a rogue camp with only three warriors and an apprentice.
So, simmering from the new knowledge of the rogue pawprints encircling the border like choking weeds, the dark tom retreated with his clanmates back to camp. The rogue problem would only grow worse, stabbing new fear into the hearts of YewClan with the death of Cinderdapple. Ravenpaw gulped. The signs of war and paranoia piled up like the sticks that Scarletdrift and the other apprentices were placing around the camp, bulwarks against the still mostly invisible menace that surrounded the clan. All the preparation made him even more worried. Would it be enough? What if the rouges trapped them in the camp? When the older tom approached him, Ravenpaw shook his head violently. “I’ve already helped the elders like… So many times this moon! Ask some other cat!” He grumbled loudly, stomping off.
Noticing Slatefoot and Mistleheart, he overheard whispers about the rogue that Slatefoot’s patrol had caught earlier. Whispers of the rogue’s plans, something he seemed to need like water and fresh-kill these days. Ravenpaw kept his ears pricked, sneaking up behind the two to listen in on their conversation, hoping to hear just what kind of information they had about the rogues.
OOC -- did this one in writing club so i actually turned my brain on this time
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 10, 2024 11:48:24 GMT -5
Slatefoot »
Patrols were on an all time high. Rogues had been prowling the outskirts of the territory for far too long, and here recently they had been gaining the confidence to step across the border. Not only that, but they had killed a Clanmate, a cat that Slatefoot considered a younger sister.
Cinderdapple.
She had been so young, so full of life. A capable warrior, it had come as a shock to Slatefoot upon seeing her limp body being dragged back to camp, blood caking her gray fur, turning her white owl-like mask a faded vermilion. She had been the last cat Slatefoot would expect to see leave camp and not make it back alive. It was some solace to know that she was in StarClan now, able to reunite with Stemriver, but it shouldn’t have happened. She should be here now, experiencing life, advancing as a warrior.
It was all the more reason why Slatefoot jumped straight to frustrated anger when the lip-curling stench of rogue slapped her in the face.
Immediately she pushed herself forward, heading the patrol. ”Seedpaw, stay with me.” Dawnshade and Whisperingheart were newer warriors, but they were warriors whereas Seedpaw was still just an apprentice. He had been an apprentice for over a season now, but a ‘paw was still a ‘paw. He was the least likely to know what to do if something happened. Not that he was their weakest link, but as his temporary mentor and his aunt, it was Slatefoot’s job to make sure he stayed safe. If Thrushfleck ever returned she didn’t want him mourning the loss of two sons instead of just one. ”Dawnshade, Whisperingheart, circle around.” If all went according to plan, then this would only take but a few moments.
StarClan was surely smiling down on them as the patrol managed to surround a scrawny gray tom, his eyes wide and flashing with fear, fur bristled to make him appear twice his size. Fear-scent wafted off him like waves. Slatefoot’s tail lashed; this could very well have been one of the cats involved in Cinderdapple’s murder. He could have been involved in the poisoned prey. He had not shown her Clanmates any mercy and she would not do the same for him. Yet she still glanced between him, Dawnshade, and Whisperingheart, acutely aware of how the two warriors faintly resembled the rogue. A family connection, perhaps? Whisperingheart and Dawnshade were Hopbramble’s kits, and she had been a part of this rogue group before joining the Clan. They very well could have kin that still remained with the rogues.
But that didn’t change Slatefoot’s opinion one bit - she would show this tom no mercy just as he had shown them none.
Lashing her tail and unsheathing her claws, the dark-furred warrior held her head high as she bared her fangs, flashing them menacingly at the cowering tom. ”What brings you on our land?” She growled. ”We aren’t so kind to outsiders anymore.” She raised a paw, giving the rogue a good, long look at her unsheathed claws. ”Though we may let you go unharmed, if you answer our questions.” Slatefoot gave a look between Dawnshade, Whisperingheart, and even Seedpaw, taking in that her apprentice was shifting from paw to paw, clearly nervous at the proximity of the rogue. She made sure to lean closer to the tom, wanting to give him a source of comfort. ”Where did you make your camp? We know it’s somewhere nearby, or else you flea-pelts wouldn’t always be in our borders,” she growled, ears flattening and fangs glinting once more as she awaited an answer.
[ i'll give somebody else the chance to play the rogue since i feel like i hog it whenever there's an outsider conversation ;w; ]
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Post by Sand on Sept 10, 2024 13:21:22 GMT -5
Monarchlightning : - planning with Heavy - spends time with Icepaw to help her train [++] Although Monarchlightning had only been out of the apprentice's den for three moons, she was quite confident in her abilities as a warrior. After all, she and Hopbramble had defeated a pair of rogues two moons ago with ease. Yet it seemed like the rogues weren't ready to give up which showed they had plenty of determination and strength in their numbers. It worried her, especially when the clan had just lost Cinderdapple to a rogue attack. It was unfair for a great warrior like her to lose her life, all because the rogues had heinous things in mind.
Once Heavy had pulled her aside, the dark grey tabby listened intently to the calico. If Heavy needed her to do something, Monarchlightning would always say yes– even if her life would be at risk. It was her duty as a warrior to serve her clan, plus it might impress Heavy at the same time. Her ears swiveled as they burned with a bit of embarrassment– Heavy was right, Monarchlightning was as quick as lightning. She was fleet-footed and motivated, making her a decent candidate for a runner. The young warrior's gaze brightened, nodding instantaneously towards the deputy. "Of course, Heavy. I am that cat whether war comes our way or not," the tabby responded confidently, her chest puffing out with pride. She quickly calmed down, her slender shoulders firm and straight as she focused on Heavy while only one thought formed in her mind. "Are there any messages I need to relay right now?"
The next day, Monarchlightning had set out to spend some time with Icepaw. She wondered if the apprentice needed any assistance with training. Even though Dapplestar was Icepaw's mentor, it couldn't hurt to offer some help. If Icepaw didn't want to interact with the dark tabby, that was fine by her– she could certainly find something else to do anyways.
The young warrior approached Icepaw with a big grin. "Hey, Icepaw!" she greeted the pale molly, glancing at her expectantly. "I was wondering if you wanted to practice some of your battle skills with me? It might be helpful for both of us!"
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Post by Sand on Sept 10, 2024 14:01:00 GMT -5
Spottedfur : - is assisting in fortifying YewClan's camp - thinks Shadepatch rushed through his treatment Spottedfur wasn't just going to sit around while his clanmates were either grieving or preparing for a possible war with the rogue group. Despite his sprained paw, he had chosen to help with reinforcing the clan's camp. Cats had begun to secure the many dens and entrances in YewClan's camp with any strong materials that could be found. While he added thick sticks onto the exterior of the apprentice's den, his thoughts began to wander.
The grey speckled tom had visited Shadepatch at dawn and asked for something to relieve the pain from his sprained paw. It seemed, to Spottedfur, that she had rushed his treatment without asking him about it in the first place. To say the least, he was irritated by the healer and he wasn't going to get over it until his paw was better. The elder slowly continued as he built new yet slightly unnoticeable reinforcements to the apprentice's den, humming along the way.
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Post by tigersdoroar on Sept 10, 2024 18:27:13 GMT -5
Amberrise ⋆˙⟡ ___________________________________________________________________________________________________* On patrol with Cinderdapple, Hopbramble, and Lightpaw * Has been trying to lighten the mood, to little effect * Thinks Ravenpaw is cool * Ambushed by a group of roguesAmberrise appreciated the warm sun on his dark pelt as he patrolled the territory. Lately it had been windy, and today was no exception. As Amberrise and his clanmates walked, the wind buffeted their fur and brought a chill into the air. All was silent apart from the wind. Amberrise would attribute the silence between the cats on patrol to the fact that talking over wind was often challenging, but he knew better. The past few moons had been hard for the clan, and a somber silence often accompanied patrols as cats internally dealt with all that had gone on over the past few moons since Amberrise had become a warrior. The rogues were starting to become a problem, and everyone knew it.
The mottled tom fell in step beside Drizzlemimic's sister, eager to lighten the mood. He felt as though Cinderdapple had been particularly haunted over the past few moons facing the rogues, but he knew she could be lighthearted as well.
"Lovely weather we're having here eh?" Amberrise chuffed, letting the wind whip back his ears as he gave the she-cat sheepish grin. "If this wind keeps up, we might end up seeing if Lightpaw is true to her name! Hopefully she's heavy enough to not be blown away though. But we better keep an eye on her anyways!"
Amberrise worked to keep up a conversation with Cinderdapple as the pushed on. He figured his mother's thoughts were... elsewhere. With rogue paw prints being spotted in Yewclan territory a week prior, he knew she had her guard up and her ears attentive. As they walked, Amberrise steered the conversation towards that past patrol, but in a lighthearted way. He called to Lightpaw, "What did you think of Ravenpaw getting to go on patrol with Mistleheart, Drizzlemimic, and Hazelpelt? That was a pretty cool assignment for an apprentice! Do you hope to get to do something like that with Cinderdapple?"
Before Lightpaw could respond, the bushes surrounding the patrol crackled with life. Four nasty looking rogues prowled out, their hackles raised, ready for attack. Amberrise jumped in surprise, instinctively moving towards his clanmates. He was scared, but ready to defend his clan. What do we do?! He looked to the older warriors for guidance. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Ooc: dewbranch (Lightpaw) lemonshortbread (Hopbramble/Cinderdapple)
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 10, 2024 19:41:38 GMT -5
Heavy »
with monarchlightning - Sand
Relief drifted across Heavy in a refreshing cloud like one promising a gentle summer rain. The calico had been aware of how tense she had gotten, her shoulders aching and her jaw screaming for her to unclench it, but she had not realized just how tight she truly had been. Monarchlightning’s response was a relief greater than Heavy had known in moons. It wasn’t a lot in the grand scheme of things, but knowing she had one warrior on her side already made her feel optimistic about taking the direction of war. It meant a lot to her to know that she had the young warrior willing to serve her Clan even with the threat of battle looming over them. Monarchlightning was a fine young cat, a cat that YewClan was lucky to have.
How easily she could have been part of the rogue group… Heavy thought with an internal shudder. It was good luck that Hopbramble had joined the Clan with her litter rather than stay with the rogues. Heavy hated the idea of meeting the former queen and her entire litter on the opposite side of a battle.
Shaking those thoughts away, Heavy eased herself into a smile, purring at the younger molly’s enthusiasm and willingness to serve her Clan. she dipped her head toward the gray tabby, not unlike a leader showing respect toward a newly named warrior. ”YewClan is proud to have you as a warrior.” Brave, capable, and skilled. Qualities that YewClan needed more than ever right now. Her smile grew wider, a chitter of amusement rolling off her tongue at the young warrior’s question. ”Not now, but keep your ears pricked and your eyes open. When on the cusp of war, you never know when a message needs to be relayed,” she mewed, visage falling into a more serious expression. Heavy shifted on her paws as she turned to look out toward the familiar land she had called home for season upon season now.
If ever there was a time she needed ancestors to believe in, now would be it, but all Heavy could do was pray that fate was kind to them these next few moons.
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Post by jaybun! on Sept 11, 2024 0:10:21 GMT -5
HAZELPELT Pawprints with Ravenpaw, Mistleheart, and Drizzlemimic. - daydreams about battle - x
Hazelpelt was beyond tired of picking up the stench of rogue within their territory. It seemed that the scent had permeated the entirety of YewClan's forest, tainting the fresh summer air anywhere she looked. The scuffle of warm-blooded prey within the brush wasn't satisfying anymore, the acrid tang of outsiders reminding her of their fallen clan-mates.
How long did Dapplestar intend to tolerate this? She shut her eyes and shook her head. No cat deserved the blame for this- but it was wearing on her. On all of them. Hazelpelt's tail swayed irritably, following behind Mistleheart. Her nose nearly smashing into the white-furred warrior's flank when they came to a sudden halt. "Hey-" Hazelpelt began to hiss, only to cut off as she noticed what had caught Mistleheart's attention.
A fresh set of paw-prints! Excitement prickled underneath her pelt, claws kneading eagerly into the ground. If they could catch the rogue who made these they might get answers. And the added benefit of ripping the whiskers off of the flea-pelt while they were at it! Hazelpelt began to follow Mistleheart again, eagerly glancing around the undergrowth for some sign of the intruder. She couldn't remember the last time she'd fought- it'd been ages, and she was so much more experienced now...
The prints led them to and fro, but as they grew closer and closer to the borderline, Hazelpelt could feel her anger return ten-fold. Always out of reach, she spat internally as the patrol came to a still at last.
"Why’d you stop?" Ravenpaw spoke up, tone indignant. The young tom continued to argue with Mistleheart, to her complete shock.
It was enough to shake Hazelpelt from her head, and she rose a brow behind Ravenpaw's back. Her apprentices had never spoken to her like that. Had she just been lucky with Whorldusk and Whisperingheart?
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