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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 24, 2024 18:58:27 GMT -5
[ here's a slate reply that matches amber's reply! ] Slatefoot »
Amberrise’s question was a loaded one for Slatefoot. Had Dapplestar been in the right to name new warriors after a horrific battle? As YewClan leader she had every right, and there was no denying that every cat had fought as fiercely as lions against the rogues, but a warrior ceremony after losing so many Clanmates had been…bittersweet. Solemn. Clan morale had barely spiked due to the ceremony, the cats of YewClan more concerned about their fallen comrades than the naming of a new warrior. Slatefoot believed that her nephew deserved a better ceremony, a naming celebration that he could enjoy, but what had happened had happened. What was done was done. Seedflower was a warrior now. A warrior stuck in the medicine cat den for his reckless behavior.
A sigh slipped from the molly’s formerly tightened jaw. ”He was brave,” she affirmed coolly. Her nephew had fought like any warrior would in the battle, taking down enemy rogues with the help of his Clanmates. Seedflower should have been congratulated for his heroics, but should he have been named a warrior? Did he deserve the position? Slatefoot recalled her training sessions with Seedflower, how anxious he had been about the idea of becoming a warrior, how saddened he had been by the disappearance of his father.
Slatefoot’s heart ached. Thrushfleck had been her littermate, and with the threat of rogues she had had no time to properly grieve him. Gingerpaw’s death had affected Seedflower as well, and then he had lost Ravenwhistle. Slatefoot could relate to Seedflower with ease - a cat born alongside two littermates and now being the only surviving one… But where they differed was the time in between it all happening. Seedflower had lost his father and his brothers all within a few moons. Slatefoot had lost her father and her littermates seasons apart. Her young nephew had every right to grieve, but it was reckless of him to act out the way he had. ”While I do think he was ready to be a warrior, I also think his grief is getting the best of him. Maybe just give him another moon and he’ll show us that he’s ready to be a warrior.” Give him the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps that was all he needed.
Conversation drifted off as the three cats went their separate ways. It felt strange to be alone in the northern forest, Slatefoot hyper aware that the rogues had made their camp not too far from here only a few moons ago. The dark and light furred warrior shivered, yet she pushed onward, determined to catch prey for her Clan.
A cry from nearby stopped her in her tracks, Amberrise’s voice calling out about deathberries making the fur along her spine prickle. She rushed back toward the tom, almost expecting to see the berries picked from their bush and placed out in such a way that suggested some cat had planned on using them, but she was only met with the sight of the red berries still planted firmly on their leaves. ”I guess we know why the rogues made their camp nearby now,” she grumbled, eyeing the deathberries sharply. ”But there’s nothing we can do other than be aware of them. Plants will grow no matter what.” Before she went off to continue on her hunt, Slatefoot brushed herself up against Amberrise, sensing his unease and hoping to soothe that if even just a little.
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Post by Sapphirejas on Sept 25, 2024 2:47:20 GMT -5
chocolatemilk7 (Dawnshade) Feathertalon (Heavy and Slatefoot) Mistleheart (confesses her feelings to Slatefoot, Wonder if Scarletdrift ever had to go to war, does a task for the deputy ++, Heavy so she doesn't have to worry about it, and reminds Dawnshade that he is on the dawn patrol tomorrow) Despite being stuck in the healer's den, and with a very painful and throbbing mangled tail, Mistleheart had quite the event! During her time stuck in the healer's den, she found herself daydreaming about the dark gray she-cat and how much time she spent with her - many moons of fun and adventures! Except for the time Slatefoot was jealous of her for having kits with the help of Frozenlaurel and her not involved in helping Mistleheart raising kits. And Mistleheart remembered her former love, Foxclove's dying words: "I want you to be happy Mistleheart... Consider Slatefoot, she loves you."Mistleheart finally realized that she loved Slatefoot, the cat she spent so much time with, ever since she was only an apprentice. One morning, Mistleheart had butterflies in her tummy when she saw Slatefoot enter the healer's den to visit her. She felt her heart hammer in her chest! And then she did it... Mistleheart finally confessed her feelings to Slatefoot, telling her that she loved her. And ever since, Slatefoot have been visiting her more in the healer's den than she have been in the past. In her nest, Mistleheart was thinking about the terrible war against the rogues that ended two moons ago. It was the war where she lost both her apprentice, Ravenwhistle, and her daughter, Icepaw. Their deaths hit Mistleheart hard at first, but over time it softened. Death was a part of life as Clan cats, and they were both safe in StarClan now, with endless hunting and sunshine on their starry pelts. Mistleheart wondered if an elder, Scarletdrift have been in any wars quite like the one that the Clan just had against the rogues. Mistleheart decided she wanted to take a walk outside the healer's den in camp to get some fresh air. She asked Stormmask, and after she said yes, she padded out, trying not to wince in pain from her tail. The first cat Mistleheart came across in camp was none other than the deputy, Heavy. It was apparent that she was starting to get older, and Mistleheart wondered if she ever thought of retiring from the deputy role... Mistleheart would love to be chosen as deputy by Dapplestar! "Greetings Heavy. How are you today? Is there anything that I could help you with?" Mistleheart meowed brightly. Mistleheart decided to be helpful to the aging deputy. After all, her age could affect her ability to do deputy duties. Together, Mistleheart helped Heavy choose the cats for the dawn patrol tomorrow. One of the cats she and Heavy chose was Dawnshade, which for some reason was avoiding visiting Mistleheart and visiting other cats instead while she was in the healer's den. And Heavy asked Mistleheart to tell Dawnshade that he was in the dawn patrol tomorrow. During the task, Mistleheart felt like she could be the deputy of YewClan after Heavy retires. "Ok Heavy, I will do it." Mewed Mistleheart with a smile. She said goodbye to the multicolored ginger deputy, keeping her painful mangled tail tucked behind her legs despite feeling happy. Mistleheart looked for Dawnshade before she found him grooming some foxlengths away. " Hello Dawnshade. I'm just letting you know that you are on the dawn patrol tomorrow. I helped the deputy arrange it." Said Mistleheart with a small smile. She wondered why he was avoiding him, and visiting the other injured cats in healer's den. Life in YewClan was pretty great at the moment! Mistleheart was finally in a relationship with her longtime best friend, Mistleheart, and she wasn't going to let the deaths of Gustkit, Foxclove, Ravenwhistle and Icepaw to the rogues, and her mangled tail get to her.
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Post by asrise on Sept 25, 2024 21:45:39 GMT -5
Puddlefog Border Patrol - Ghost Stories with Hopbramble and Whisperingheart Puddlefog shivered as Whisperingheart continued her story. His fur stood up on end, and he cast wary glances into the dark forest around them. “Well…” He mumbled, trying to come up with something to scare Whisperingheart right back. “I heard that there used to be a rogue around here, who died to a bunch of rats… Ever since then, they’ve been acting strange… watching cats, especially when they’re alone…” He paused for effect, sharpening his claws on a nearby tree trunk.. “Some say it’s the rogue… and he’s trying to find a new body!”
As the night went on, Hobramble chimed in with her own story, the shorter molly practically whispering the spine-tingling tale into their ears as Puddlefog stared back at her, scared straight. After that, the patrol only got jumpier and more paranoid. Puddlefog though he felt eyes on his back, creeping over his shoulder… A branch snapped overhead, clattering down from the treetops. What was that!? Puddlefog thought wildly, his head whipping around. I’m not staying around to find out! He bolted for camp, the branches whipping behind him as he heard Whisperingheart follow him. Hopbramble’s voice yowled after them, scolding them for fleeing. OOC --
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Post by polarized on Sept 26, 2024 1:50:26 GMT -5
Wrenpaw Patrol {--} with Monarchlightning, Hazelpelt & Lightpaw Wrenpaw just smiled awkwardly back at Lightpaw. It was no lie that Wrenpaw still didn’t feel right. She was losing her focus, not up to her best. And it only seemed to make Monarchlightning even angrier at her. What was the point? Gustkit was gone. Icepaw was gone. Who’s next? It’s not like they can stop it anyways. She felt Lightpaw brush her flank, which gave her some kind of comfort. Atleast I still have Lightpaw. She blinked thankfully at her sister.
The two mollies were told of the training. Forest tracking. Wrenpaw sighed, Lightpaw was going to be much better at this than she was. The two apprentices were sent off, and Wrenpaw tried to see what Lightpaw was doing. She was already onto a scent. Of course! Wrenpaw touched her nose to the ground, already being able to pick up Monarchlightning’s scent. She purred, following it into the forest. She only blinked when she saw where it led. A hollow, under a tree. She was sure the scent went this way. Only one way to find out. She squeezed into the hollow, before yowling when she felt herself get stuck in a trap. “Monarchlightning, help!” She yowled, before seeing her mentor’s stern look. It wasn’t her fault! She was following the scent trail!
Wrenpaw hissed at Monarchlightning’s harsh words, before being forced to try and get herself back out. After many tries, the molly manages to push herself out, if not covered in moss and missing clumps of fur. Isn’t the point of a mentor to teach their apprentice? Not throw them into dirty and dangerous holes! She growled, before stomping off back to camp. She knew she looked like a mess, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to get away from Monarchlightning. [[ it’s scary how much her sprite reminds me of Auburncreek- ]]
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Post by tigersdoroar on Sept 26, 2024 15:58:46 GMT -5
Amberrise ⋆˙⟡ ___________________________________________________________________________________________________* Is disappointed in Heavy when she didn't give him the patrol he'd asked for * Doesn't do any chores, too busy climbing treesAmberrise stretched as the morning sun began to hit the high ridge at the peak of Yewclan's camp. It was time to wake up and start the day! This moon, Amberrise's goal was to continue getting to know other cats in his clan, and hopefully, that would start with a patrol. Before Amberrise did anything, however, he needed food. The tom padded to the camp's freshkill pile.
As he walked, Heavy caught his attention, and Amberrise called out, "Good morning Heavy!" A few moments later, he changed his course and walked straight over to her.
"Hey Heavy, are you organizing patrols for the day? I was wondering, could I be put on patrol with Puddlefog, Pondspeckle, and Hazelpelt? I haven't had much of a chance to get to know any of them yet, and I'd like to take the opportunity!"
As Heavy responded, Amberrise's heart sank. No patrol for him today, he was needed around camp. In the aftermath of the war with the rogues, Yewclan had been neglecting camp chores, and it was time some cat started on den maintenance. Apparently that cat was to be Amberrise.
After the conversation ended, Amberrise walked away, disappointed. He had wanted to chat, not labor. However, he had to admit, the camp was a mess. On the north side, several tree branches hung low from the pines, blocking important den entrances. He would start his job by clearing them out of the way, but to do so, he would have to detach the the branches from the trees. He wasn't sure how to climb a tree. He would need to learn how first, surely.
Ignoring his duties, Amberrise spent the rest of the afternoon "practicing" how to climb trees. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ OOC: What a goober. Feathertalon (Heavy)
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Post by asrise on Sept 27, 2024 12:04:38 GMT -5
Puddlefog with Slatefoot and Lightshard Puddlefog’s stomach felt like it was doing flips as he got up. He grumbled to himself, not even stopping by the fresh-kill pile for a bite to eat… his appetite was gone. He schlepped himself to the medicine den, hoping the herbs he was given would make his stomachache go away. He saw Petaltree walking out, looking much better after recovering from her nasty infection. “You’re looking much healthier, Petaltree… Your coat is much thicker now.”
Fortunately, Puddlefog’s stomach felt just a bit better, so he joined Slatefoot for a training patrol. After all, the last training session I did didn’t end that well. He purred wistfully. So he followed the older warrior into the snowy landscape alongside Lightshard. This time, he felt at complete peace, except for the needling pain in his belly. The snow blanketed the landscape, seeming to muffle all the sound, fluffy flakes drifting lazily down around them. Despite the cold, they stayed out for the whole day, practising winter hunting and fighting.
Whirling around in the snow in time with Lightshard, Puddlefog found himself energised. Trusting his clanmates to prop up his moves, working together as if they were one cat. His chest thrust out, proud of the teamwork they’d shown together. This is what being in a clan is all about! Nothing can beat us if we work together like this! Walking back to camp after a long day of training, Puddlefog found that his stomachache felt a little better, though he was ravenously hungry. Today had been a good day after all.
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Post by Sand on Sept 27, 2024 12:31:50 GMT -5
Spottedfur : - the cloud has lifted - thinks Dawnshade is annoying - finds the way Hazelpelt acts uncomfortable As he was snoring very loudly in his nest, Spottedfur thought his clanmates would leave him alone for once. Well, at least for this tiny nap. His snoring stopped abruptly when he noticed Dawnshade's tortoiseshell pelt hovering in the elder's den. Does he know what privacy is? the grey speckled tom wondered, clearly irritated by the young warrior. Whatever Dawnshade was up to, Spottedfur didn't want to be involved. The old tom let out a grumble before exiting the den, hoping to find peace elsewhere.
No matter where Spottedfur went in his clan's camp, he found more things that bothered him. He had noticed Hazelpelt, who was speaking with Lightshard yet their conversation seemed to take a turn into an argument. Whatever it was about, it made his short pelt prickle with uneasiness. That was no way to treat a cat, especially over something so small. Hazelpelt's behavior in the past few days had made him feel increasingly uncomfortable. Although he had known the warrior for moons now, something was off yet he couldn't figure out what it was. With a sigh of frustration, he stormed off into the forest where he hoped to find clarity.
Moons of sorrow, misery and heartache had torn Spottedfur's heart apart, bit by bit. He had wondered over the past few moons if he would ever come out of the darkness of grief that was a constant reminder of the many deaths he had grieved over. The one morning he chose to take a walk in the forest, a fresh coat of snow painted YewClan's territory and the treetops. The speckled elder came to a halt, his silver gaze admiring the beauty of the many trees as they meshed together. Despite the frigid temperatures and the new coat of snow, Spottedfur felt different. Something had changed within him, like a cloud had lifted. Was this the end of his grief, was this acceptance? It must be. The speckled tom stood in the middle of the forest, the fluffy white canopy shining before him. He didn't move for quite some time as he decided to enjoy the newfound life before him.
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Monarchlightning : - grey fox patrol with Whisperingheart & Wrenpaw Early leafbare had arrived and the conditions were fairly icy and shivering cold in some parts of YewClan's territory. Monarchlightning led the patrol out to hunt, hoping to find any sort of prey that could be lurking out there. She did her best to keep a positive mindset, knowing that their patrol would succeed today. Surely the icy conditions wouldn't ruin their hunt, she knew they were successful together.
A strange scent caused Monarchlightning's nose to twitch when she realized it was the scent of a predator– a grey fox, to be specific. Following that was the scent of blood which meant that the fox's possible kill was nearby too. The dark grey classic tabby's gaze narrowed as she stalked forward, her tail held low to the ground. She then noticed the grey fox who was feeding on a deer carcass. A buck? There's no way a fox could kill a deer, she thought, sharing a glance with her patrolmates. "I say we take care of the fox. If it thinks it can scavenge on our territory, we need to teach it a lesson," Monarchlightning suggested as she returned her focus to the predator.
Once the patrol had agreed on battling with the fox, the young warrior took off, completely fixated on earning their next meal. She postured herself aggressively, forcing the grey fox to take a defensive position. Its dark eyes widened as Monarchlightning's bright blue eyes gleamed with cleverness. The molly moved forward with Whisperingheart in the lead. Monarchlightning kept herself between Whisperingheart and Wrenpaw in case her apprentice needed protection or if they had to flee. Suddenly, her littermate took the chance to go after the scavenger. A wild look appeared in Monarchlightning's eyes, shocked by Whisperingheart's decision; it was quite a brave move that caused the fox to flee. With a big grin on her face, the grey tabby glanced at her sister. "Whisperingheart, that was amazing!" she meowed, beaming at the speckled warrior. "I think you've earned this catch on your own. Let's gather what we can and carry it back to camp."
Once she carved a good amount of venison out of the deer carcass, Monarchlightning glanced at Wrenpaw and Whisperingheart while they did the same. She knew they had gathered enough prey for a few days, if not more. As long as it could feed the clan and didn't spoil, YewClan would have a great meal. As soon as the trio were done scavenging, she allowed Wrenpaw and Whisperingheart to pad ahead of her and into camp.
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Post by dewbranch on Sept 27, 2024 20:56:27 GMT -5
Lightshard Warrior Ceremony || with Yewclan Lightpaw had been working herself. She knew that she was a moon behind, that her and Wrenpaw were a moon behind. Lightpaw had been working herself, because she needed to become a warrior. She needed that name. Warriors were calm, collected. They knew how to handle things. Maybe once she got her name, everything would get better. Lightpaw was old enough to know that it wouldn't bring Icepaw back. It wouldn't bring Gustkit back. They never got to be warriors, and so Lightpaw was going to be a warrior for them. Her and Wrenpaw, one of each of their fallen littermates.
It was dusk, the sun sinking below the horizon when the meeting was called. It disrupted her daily schedule, ducking out of the apprentices den to see what it was for. Then it hit her. She was going to become a warrior. Wrenpaw was beside her and together they made their way to the highrock, where they stood among their clanmates.
Lightpaw was called first. She was smart enough to know that meant Wrenpaw wasn't getting her warrior name today. Wrenpaw had been called first when they had been apprenticed, had been born first. She had been older. And yet she was still not a warrior.
Clearing her throat, Lightpaw spoke the words that would make everything better. She hoped. "I do." Her name was now Lightshard. Shard. Lightshard. Like a shard of light?
If you were to ask, everything was not better. The realization crushed her like a thorn, and she almost hissed aloud. Wrenpaw was not made a warrior, like she had thought. Her clanmates were cheering her new name and she smiled at them, gave them a nod. Then she left, sitting down at the entrance to the camp. Wrenpaw hadn't been made a warrior. She hadn't been good enough. Hadn't been focused. Hadn't been prepared. Lightshard was fast, silent. She was formidable. She knew she still had a lot to learn, but she was a pretty strong fighter already.
Before, when she had been thinking that each of them would carry a name for one of their littermates, she was wrong. Lightshard would carry that. They would be together, as one, until she joined them in the stars.
Lightshard thought she knew everything about life. At least I still have Wrenpaw and Mistleheart, or will they be taken too? Will I end up being the last one left? At least she still had Wrenpaw. A littermates bond was like no other, and losing one of them was like a tear of her own being. Lightshard understood that now. She understood that being a warrior wouldn't fix anything. I'll just have to find something that will then. And I won't stop until I do.
@everyonereally [[ OOC here ]]
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Post by jaybun! on Sept 28, 2024 2:04:45 GMT -5
HAZELPELT Border patrol with Hopbramble and Heavy! - gave a gift to Seedflower - x
Hazelpelt trotted alongside Heavy. She fought to keep her eyes fixed ahead, on the back of Hopbramble who led the two other mollies along PlumClan's border. Really, the deputy should've been the one in the lead, but Hazelpelt was in no position to argue. Her eyes slid to the left, trailing along the splashes of sun that made Heavy's coat shine-
The cinnamon tabby warrior held back a squeak of embarrassment, her ears burning despite leafbare's cold. It's not fair! Hazelpelt whined to herself, tail twitching. Heavy was just so tall and maybe, somehow, liked spending time with Hazelpelt too; and it was...! Awful! Amazing! Golly, was she glad no other cat could hear the inside of her head. She hoped. It still wasn't all that clear to her what exactly Starclan could and could not do.
It was a blessing to come across PlumClan's own border patrol. Hazelpelt didn't want a fight, but she'd take just about anything to get out of her own head. She raised a tail to the unfamiliar warriors to wave, and then dropped it the second she caught Hopbramble's tense frame in the corner of her eye. The former rogue's ears were pinned back, clearly unhappy about something with the PlumClan cats. There hadn't been any trouble with the other clans lately, had there? Hazelpelt settled on a respectful, neutral, nod instead. She'd hate to provoke either side, be that PlumClan or Hopbramble.
Sometime later, they were on their way back to camp, duty done for the day. Hazelpelt mewed farewell to Heavy and Hopbramble, determined to do some hunting before taking a rest. She'd overheard that Seedflower enjoyed a thrush, and the young tom seemed like he needed a bit of joy after everything. Being stuck in the packed medicine den surely didn't help matters. With any luck, the injured would be back on their paws within the moon.
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