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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 7, 2024 16:34:04 GMT -5
Heavy »
fox and badger with hazelpelt - jaybun!
assigning more hunting patrols
& thinks drizzlemimic is a great warrior
The sun was just beginning to rise over the trees as both Heavy and Hazelpelt slipped out of camp and into the snowy woodland. Powdery white continued to decorate the territory, but the days were gradually becoming longer and gradually becoming warmer. Another season of newleaf was approaching, and Heavy couldn’t be happier. Her aging bones were tired of the stiffness that encapsulated them every morning, and as the weather warmed more prey ventured out from hiding. The promise of full stomachs had Heavy focusing more on hunting patrols as of late, but she knew not to step away from patrolling YewClan borders. Her plan now was to take a glance at the borders with Hazelpelt, though she knew there was another reason as to why she wanted to go out this morning with the cinnamon tabby. Not only had she missed the former kittypet’s presence while she had been recovering from her sprain, but Heavy found herself drawn to Hazelpelt more and more as of recently. Heavy had started to notice just how beautiful the other molly’s eyes were, how even Hazelpelt’s own aging pelt still shimmered in the sunlight. Hazelpelt was a competent and wise warrior as well, a testament to how even outsiders could become a crucial part of a Clan and its success.
Soon, Heavy told herself, she would admit to her feelings for Hazelpelt and hope those feelings were returned, but Heavy was known for holding in any romantic feelings and keeping them to herself. How many seasons had it been before she admitted her love for Stemriver? They had had full grown kits by the time they had become mates! Heavy had grown in confidence since then, but her tongue still remained tied when it came to her thoughts on romance and feelings of love. Perhaps she was scared about admitting her feelings as well - the last time she had done just that her mate had been brutally taken from her only a moon later. Looking at Hazelpelt, watching as she walked alongside the calico, Heavy didn’t want any ill will to fall upon the beautiful tabby.
Pushing those thoughts away from her mind, Heavy parted her jaws, about to mention how both of them were getting older as the moons flew by, but a startling crack of branches and brittle undergrowth made Heavy jerk back and pause, forgetting all about what she wanted to say.
A fox shot out from the underbrush, snow and leaves falling to the ground in a burst of action. Claws instantly unsheathed, Heavy prepared for the canine to take a leap straight toward her and Hazelpelt, but the fox ignored them, the reason for such behavior hissing and spitting right behind it.
Tall and broad, a badger plowed through the trail, fangs glaring dangerously in the snowy sunlight. Heavy’s ears flattened tightly against her head; she nudged Hazelpelt to follow her before leaping into the undergrowth, heart racing, hoping neither fox nor badger had spotted them. Had it just been the fox then Heavy and Hazelpelt most likely could have chased it off, but a fox and a badger? There was no way just two of them could handle that.
”We need a full battle patrol if we want to chase both of those mange-pelts off,” she hissed quietly toward Hazelpelt as her mind began forming a list of warriors she’d assign to such a mission. She could lead the patrol alongside Hazelpelt. Monarchlightning was always a good choice, Hopbramble as well. Heavy felt inclined to add Slatefoot, but the calico was hesitant - her daughter was an amazing fighter, but Heavy couldn’t stand the idea of potentially losing her last remaining kit. Perhaps Drizzlemimic would work out. He was like a kit to Heavy as well, she had raised him when he had first been brought to the Clan, but she had noticed just how amazing of a warrior he had grown into. Perhaps losing Cinderdapple had hardened him, causing him to work harder and become stronger. Not that he had ever been a weak warrior, but his skills had certainly been noticed by the deputy in the past few moons.
Heavy cast a silent glance toward Hazelpelt. In the distance she could still hear the predatory chase, but would it be wise to move from their hiding spot just yet?
Slatefoot »
patrol fun with mistleheart - Sapphirejas brushes by heavy as she walks past
Being with Mistleheart always made Slatefoot feel like a young apprentice again, spry and eager to explore the world and talk about their training and their wishes for the future. No longer upset with the mostly white molly about the litter she had had with Frozenlaurel, Slatefoot just wanted to spend time with her closest friend, the friend she had had ever since she could remember. They had always been close, ever since Slatefoot’s kit days, and the oddly spotted warrior hoped that one day soon they could officially call themselves mates, but just knowing that Mistleheart was still her friend was enough for Slatefoot. So long as Mistleheart was happy, Slatefoot was also happy.
She padded side by side with Mistleheart, though as the pair left the camp Slatefoot made a quick step toward Heavy, brushing lovingly against her mother’s pelt as the two mollies met for a brief moment. It was quick in passing, but Slatefoot knew the importance of showing affection towards those she loved.
As the two trekked further from camp, Slatefoot’s gait became all the bouncier. She skipped above the snow, paws flinging flakes of powdery white up into the air. Her eyes brimmed with laughter, her tail curled high in the air as she twirled around to look toward Mistleheart. ”Remember when we were still apprentices? The territory felt so much bigger back then!” Slatefoot recalled just how doe-eyed and inspired she had been during her first territory tour alongside Bubblingheart. The woods had been so magical back then, a new land for the young apprentice to explore. Had Mistleheart felt the same way during her first territory tour? She and Slatefoot were not that many moons apart, but Mistleheart had still been a warrior well before Slatefoot - especially considering how Slatefoot’s ceremony had been pushed back a few moons. Now that she was older she understood why Bubblingheart had held her back, but as an apprentice she had been upset, motivation waning with each passing moon that she had not been named a warrior. But she was a warrior now, and had been for quite some seasons. Slatefoot and Mistleheart were both experienced warriors, and it felt both odd yet pleasing to reminisce on their days of youth as apprentices.
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 7, 2024 16:35:25 GMT -5
Seedflower »
watching twolegs with whisperingheart - Dew
Despite the weather warming up enough to begin a snowmelt, there was only one caught mouse between the pair of warriors as they scoured the woods for any signs of other prey. Seedflower had been confident going into the hunt, sure that he and Whisperingheart would make a fine hunting pair. He still had that thought in the back of his mind, but with prey still being scarce the two may have to call it early and return back to camp with what they did have. The mouse had been scrawny, but prey was prey, and hungry cats were always looking for even a small morsel to consume.
Just as the dappled tom was about to call out to his hunting partner and suggest they head back to camp, the sound of snapping twigs grabbed the young warrior’s attention. He blinked in confusion, muscles tensing yet curiosity pulled him forward, his movements stiff and slow as he stalked a few paces forward. More twigs snapped, closer this time. Odd grunting whisked by his ear fur, two separate voices pulling his interest toward the noises.
Two brightly colored pelts flickered through the trees, Seedflower confused for a moment. No animal had pelts with that color, and these creatures appeared much taller than even a deer. He squinted, trying to get a better look without getting any closer, heart racing at the thought of the pair of creatures noticing him or Whisperingheart. Were they…were they walking on two legs?
That’s when it hit him.
Seedflower froze in awe. ”Whisperingheart, look! Twolegs!” The young tom had never witnessed twolegs before. Of course he had heard stories about them from the elders and senior warriors, and he recalled being told of how Hazelpelt had once lived with them, but Seedflower had never seen such animals before. Born and raised in a Clan that lived far away from twolegs, he had never had the opportunity to see such a sight, but now there were two just out and about, stomping through the woods louder than thunder. Seedflower knew he should leave the area, but his curiosity was pulling him onward, telling him to not let the twolegs out of sight. ”Do you think they’re hunting?” He asked his companion, slowly walking after the twolegs, eager to keep an eye on them and see what the weird animals were up to. |
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Post by Dew on Oct 7, 2024 20:43:49 GMT -5
Whisperingheart Hunting Patrol || with Seedflower Could Heavy see through her? Whisperingheart took another step onto the cold snow and almost shivered as it melted under her paws. Leafbare was drawing to a close, newleaf coming to take it's place, but that didn't stop it from flurrying from time to time still. At least it wasn't as cold anymore.
The thing she was actually thinking about, more than the snow melting under her paws, was Seedflower. She wouldn't say that she had a huge crush on the younger tom, but it wasn't nonexistent either. It was more of a curiosity, she wanted to know more about him more than anything. It didn't even bother her that they hadn't caught much of anything between the two of them, only a scrawny mouse she had managed to chase into Seedflower's paws. They hadn't found anything since.
A disturbance in the woods caught her attention from the hunt, her eyes flicking up to see twolegs making their way through the forest. She remembered the one other time she had encountered the weird creatures, when she had been patrolling with Dapplestar herself as an apprentice (Petaltree and Hazelpelt were there too, but Dapplestar was Dapplestar). They had hidden in the trees until the twolegs passed.
"Whisperingheart, look! Twolegs!” Seedflower's voice made her look back, and she almost chuckled out loud at the wondrous look in his eyes. This must be the first time he had seen them she realized. Her first time she had been lucky enough to be pretty close, they had been in the next clearing over. But she knew that they were unreliable. There had to be a reason Hazelpelt had left them, and she had heard stories of them taking clan cats from their own territories.
Seedflower's next pondering rung in her ears, and she glanced at them again. "No way! How can they when their making so much noise?" She let out a mrow of laughter, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Whisperingheart noticed Seedflower's pawsteps, and understood what he wanted to do. She was curious herself, another look at them was in order. How could they stay safe if they didn't know anything about them?
"We can trail them, but we have to be careful. If we get too close I've heard that they will scoop us up and take us to live with them." Whisperingheart scrunched her nose up in disgust. The thought of living away from her clan was not a welcome one, and dampered her thoughts for a second before she brought herself back to the present. "So... what do you say?"
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Post by tigersdoroar on Oct 8, 2024 18:35:18 GMT -5
Amberrise ⋆˙⟡
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ * Feels safe with Dawnshade
*Is taking his time sorting through the fresh-kill for the best mouse
* Border patrol with hayfeather and petaltree
Amberrise had taken about every opportunity he could to get to know his clanmates over the past moons, and today was the first day that he felt like he was truly appreciating being a member of Yewclan. He felt safe with Dawnshade and all of the rest of his siblings, and he now felt safe with the clan too. Although there seemed to be a bit of a kerfuffle going on in camp. As Amberrise neared the fresh-kill pile, he took his time sorting through the prey to find the "best mouse." Really though, he was just trying to eavesdrop as Spottedfur had another go at his mother. That old fog-brain! Amberrise rolled his eyes as Spottedfur yelled.
Before the young tom had time to intervene, he was called on patrol with Hayfeather and Petaltree. With a sigh, Amberrise put his hackles down and found his clanmates. His mother would have to, and was very capable of defending herself. Despite the shift in excitement, however, Amberrise was happy to be on patrol with his clanmates as well. They were to visit the Plumclan border.
As they patrolled, Amberrise realized that maybe he didn't know his clanmates too well after all. Shortly after reaching the Plumclan border, Hayfeather crossed it to make a kill on the other side. It was a nice rabbit, but Amberrise wasn't sure they needed it that bad. Patrols were for patrolling... not theft. The action left him feeling uneasy. Perhaps he didn't feel as safe with his clan as he thought he did.
"Did we really need that?" Amberrise blurted.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ OOC: Is Amberrise a goody two shoes? I'm thinking he might be.
whispering (Hayfeather) grimmreminder (Petaltree)
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Post by Dew on Oct 8, 2024 18:41:25 GMT -5
Lightshard Recovers from whitecough & Border Patrol || with Pondspeckle, Monarchlightning After what felt like too long, Lightshard was finally free from the restraints of whitecough. She hadn't even been that sick, but apparently a few sniffles and coughs in leafbare was equal to two moons of bedrest. It was time to get up and leave camp, actually do something for her clan.
There was still snow covering the ground when she left, reminding her of Icepaw and Gustkit. They could be here too, if it weren't for those stupid rogues. We would all be together again. Her claws curled into the wet snow underpaw and she had the urge to find something to claw at.
Taking a breath instead, Lightshard followed close after Monarchlightning, heading to the Flowerclan border. Pondspeckle was leading, but Lightshard didn't know him that well. He was a respected warrior, but there was talk about Monarchlightning becoming deputy after Heavy. Not that she didn't like Heavy, but Lightshard admired Monarchlightning. She was fast, like herself, and strong. She wasn't afraid of a fight.
The patrol wasn't far from the Flowerclan border now, but the scents seemed wrong. It didn't smell like they had moved the border, but there was a stray scent on Yewclan's side, and that scent wasn't one of their own. Flowerclan. Even still, the patrol ignored it, hoping to see what it was once they got closer. But once they started to mark them, they realized that the border had defiantly been crossed.
"Flowerclan..." Lightshard hissed under her breath, her eyes narrowing to slits. It wasn't an easy thing to cross the border on accident, considering it was across the rushing creek. Are they invading? Will it be us against a Flowerclan battle patrol? In her worry (if you would call it that) Lightshard didn't notice that it was only the scent of a single cat, not an entire patrol.
Pondspeckle led the way along the scent trail, eventally finding a Flowerclan apprentice. They seemed a little distressed, acting as if they were lost. Are they really lost? Is this not an ambush attempt? She wandered around the area the apprentice was standing, checking to make sure there weren't any traps or cats lurking behind the trees. There wasn't.
Returning to the patrol, it seemed a decision had been made, they would return the apprentice to the Flowerclan border. I never wandered over the border when I was an apprentice! Lightshard still didn't fully trust the apprentice, it seemed pretty unlikely that the apprentice had just 'wandered' over like they said they had, but it wasn't up for debate. Better to just have them leave anyways.
Guiding the apprentice back to the border they found another Flowerclan cat (on their side, thankfully) calling out the apprentices name. "Littlepaw! Littlepaw!" The apprentice jumped over the creek to go after their mentor, and the cats met up on the other side. "Keep a better eye on your apprentices, and maybe you won't lose them." Lightshard hissed under her breathe as the cat thanked the patrol, and then left. The Yewclan patrol followed suit, heading back to their camp after finishing marking the border. [[ I think Lightshard and Auburncreek would be friends ngl ]] |
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Post by lemonshortbread on Oct 8, 2024 20:08:52 GMT -5
 Hopbramble
YewClan Territory | w/ Dapplestar, Wrenice, Dawnshade, Spottedfur lazzylake polarized chocolatemilk7 Sand
Has a heartfelt conversation with Dawnshade
Patrol with Wrenice & Dapplestar
Is stuck in her own head
Is envious of Amberrise
Had an argument with Spottedfur
Her blue eyes narrowed from the warrior's den as Hopbramble watched Amberrise move through the fresh-kill pile, tossing the pieces that were less than perfect. How come he deserved the perfect piece of prey? Amberrise was growing softer by the moon it seemed. It was good that Hopbramble did get her wish that her kits were safe in YewClan, but peaceful times made peaceful cats, and she couldn't help but fear for that too. The argument between her and Spottedfur echoed still in her ears, it was difficult to keep her hackles down thinking about.
"No please, don't stop trusting me, your kind words mean everything to me." she rolled her blue eyes before continuing, "Look, you're an elder, you have all of the time in the world on your paws, you hunt the mange pelt down if you care so much, and let's get something clear: I'm not responsible for the deaths of your clanmates or Dapplestar's grief. At some point cats need to take responsibility for themselves, them dying just shows they weren't fit to make it anyhow, and Dapplestar being consumed by grief is her feeling sorry for herself. Get out of my face!"
Her gaze drifted towards Dawnshade again after shaking her head to clear the memory. It was like half of him was a living reminder, it haunted her, but Dawnshade and Hopbramble always shared a special sort of bond since he asked about their origins. He was a fine young warrior, and much kinder than herself, but still willing to do what he must to save himself and his family. Hopbramble beckoned her son over with her dark tail, her eyes warm with affection. "I heard you were out and about with Shadepatch and Myrtlesprout, how did that go?" Hopbramble was wary around Myrtlesprout but held no ill will, and Shadepatch she just held pity for - her mate lost and 2 kits dead must still be causing her grief. Hopbramble was lucky to have all five still. "It's too bad there are not too many young mollies for you to patrol with." She purred teasingly, "But if you do get put on patrol with one of them...I like Lightshard for you better." Half-joking, of course. Hopbramble hasn't forgotten Wrenice's accusations over her character from a few moons ago.
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Her ears swiveled at the sound of her name being called by Dapplestar for a patrol....with Wrenice, of course. Hopbrambled rolled her blue eyes and scoffed before turning to look at her son again, "Looks like I've saved you from that." She reached up to touch her nose to Dawnshade's forehead in goodbye before trotting off to meet the rest of her patrol. She was surprised by the nature of it - a reassessment of sorts. It felt pointless. How could Dapplestar hide away in grief for moons and then declare herself fit enough to reassess her warriors? Most of the events seemed to make sense, climbing and hunting and whatnot, and those came to Hopbramble easily still, this felt pointless. She didn't need to be tested on survival and evasion skills that she's been practicing and executing her entire life. Wrenice on the other paw...Hopbramble couldn't help but smirk a little when she didn't execute them as flawlessly. Of course, it was to be expected, Wrenice was much younger and even so did well at her assessments. Still, Hopbramble knew she was petty but can you ask a tabby to change her stripes?
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Post by jaybun! on Oct 9, 2024 2:01:11 GMT -5
 HAZELPELT
Training with Heavy! - x - x
Snow bit into the pads of Hazelpelt's paws, and the rising sun hadn't yet cleared away the mist that puffed out with each of her breaths. She was happy, overjoyed even, despite the chill. It'd been a long few moons of resting, and she wasn't just excited for the chance to stretch her legs out.
She glanced at Heavy from the corner of her eye, tail curling at the tip as they walked side by side. Heavy had always been beautiful, but the age that now speckled her muzzle silver had only helped give the calico a well-earned air of grace. Of course, Hazelpelt was no spring chickadee herself! Not anymore, at least. She let out a little huff under her breath, cool blue eyes sliding toward the ground. It felt like time was slipping away from right between her paws...
"Heavy..." Hazelpelt tried, and could scarcely hold back a hiss when it came out barely above a whisper. The cinnamon tabby swallowed thickly, clearing her throat with a quiet grunt. Do it! She hissed at herself. You're not getting any younger!
Her fur prickled, a tendril of dread curling in the pit of her stomach. From nerves? Or... Hazelpelt blinked, tasting the air again. A wall of musk hit her dead on, the thick stench of fox stinging at her nose. The crunch of snow and undergrowth had her head snapping up, ears swiveling backward as the brush in front of them burst apart. She barely got a look at the fox and a badger?! Before Heavy was nudging her backward away from the two quarreling predators to a safe distance. |
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Post by Sand on Oct 9, 2024 11:03:24 GMT -5
 Monarchlightning : - FlowerClan patrol
- appreciates Slatefoot's sound advice
- feels like Flashspeckle isn't interested in her
Despite the snow still sticking to the icy ground, Monarchlightning was surprised that it felt a bit warmer. She trailed after Pondspeckle as Lightshard took up the rear of the patrol, the three in a comfortable silence. She didn't know either cat that well, but she did remember how Lightshard reacted to Icepaw's death. She wondered if she and Wrenice were doing any better, especially knowing the way they lost a young, dedicated clanmate.
As they neared the FlowerClan border, the scent was much too strong– almost as if a FlowerClan cat had come onto their territory. Why would they cross the bank? Unless they were poorly planning an ambush, something didn't seem right. Monarchlightning's gaze narrowed, padding cautiously as she exchanged glances with Pondspeckle and Lightshard. "I wonder why their scent goes across the border," she whispered before she hurried after Pondspeckle, who led the way. "If this is a planned ambush, it's a poor one."
The sounds of distress alerted Monarchlightning as her ears swiveled when they came upon a lost, confused FlowerClan apprentice. With the amount of snowmelt covering both borders, it must have puzzled the young feline, who was unsure of what they were doing. Still, Monarchlightning kept her game face on; she watched Pondspeckle speak to the apprentice politely, ignoring the fact that they had crossed the border.
As cries were heard for a "Littlepaw," who (obviously) was the apprentice that the YewClan patrol found. The patrols met at the borderline, the FlowerClan mentor on one side and the YewClan patrol on the other. The dark grey tabby molly raised an eyebrow at the pair while the apprentice jumped across the creek, looking somewhat relieved. "Sorry that your apprentice got lost," she meowed to the FlowerClan warrior. "At least they're safe now."
Once the FlowerClan duo had left, the YewClan patrol began marking the border. Monarchlightning was thinking about Slatefoot, who she asked for some advice about fighting skills. She hoped she would get to put them to good use soon. As she marked a leafless shrub, the molly felt like Flashspeckle wasn't interested in her. He didn't talk to her nor did he pay attention to her. If that's how it was going to be, then why bother having an interest in him? Now that the patrol was completed, Monarchlightning padded after Pondspeckle and Lightshard back to camp.
[ tags: Dew (Lightshard), stormshade1 (Pondspeckle) | mentions: Flashspeckle & Slatefoot ]
 Spottedfur : - appreciates Amberrise dropping by to give the elders company
- is proud of Mistleheart
- teases Flashspeckle
After a short visit with Amberrise, Spottedfur's gaze lingered onto nothing. He appreciated the young warrior visiting him and Scarletdrift; being an elder felt lonely and isolating at times. After all, he and his close friend were the only elders of the clan. With all of the young felines grown up, there were no more kits to spend time with or tell stories to. Maybe a new litter would come around one day, but Spottedfur didn't think much about it. YewClan was fine as it is.
Lately he noticed how Mistleheart and Slatefoot were spending more time together. Mistleheart was a cat he was certainly proud of, she had grown so much over time. Even the loss of two of her kits was heartbreaking yet she was as strong as ever. He just hoped she would have a fulfilling life because it's what she deserved.
Now that he had entered the medicine cat's den for some strengthening herbs, a mischievous idea came to mind. Flashspeckle was present and teasing him would amuse Spottedfur. The silver speckled tom frowned at the dark green herb, glancing at Flashspeckle then the herb, and Flashspeckle again. "Are you trying to fool me? This isn't the herb I'm usually given," he teased with a slight smirk, poking the dark green leaf with his paws. "Give me the ones that don't taste like anything, that one's too bitter!"
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Post by polarized on Oct 9, 2024 13:02:44 GMT -5
 Wrenice Patrol {--} with Dapplestar & Hopbramble Wrenice followed the patrol leaders, feeling incredibly awkward. Wrenice and Hopbramble had only talked once, and that wasn’t a good memory. Wrenice had still been fussing over Gustkit’s death, and as a young apprentice, she lashed out at Hopbramble, threatening her place in Yewclan with Spottedfur. She looked up from her paws to see the warriors already walking ahead. She quickly picked up her pace to catch up. There was no time for thinking about her siblings deaths now, even though she knew she would always be haunted by the memories of the battle and the damage the rogues had done to her kin. She was Wrenice for Starclan sake, she was named after her sister that died by the vicious claws of the rogues, in front of her own eyes!
To make it worse, Wrenice had also had Hopbramble’s kit Monarchlightning as a mentor. Wrenice still held a grudge against Monarchlightning, after how she treated her as an apprentice. I guess not every cat gets along well with eachother. She just had to hope she didn’t become deputy, not for hatred, but for having to answer to her mentor again. The thought made her shiver. She was startled from batting at a beam of sunlight to stare at Dapplestar. The two warriors were ordered to practice on un-usual skills, like fishing or walking in muddy ground. Lucky for the young molly, she was an incredibly talented swimmer. None of her siblings were, and she remembered wishing she could be like them in the ways they climbed trees. Maybe today, her skills would finally come in use. She stood by the water, easily padding in, not bothered by the water on her pelt. She hooked the first fish she saw with her claw, quickly snapping her jaw forward to finish the kill. She looked up at Dapplestar and Hopbramble, un-aware of the way the rogue molly was staring at her. She shook out her pelt, purring when it hit Hopbramble, “Water won’t kill a cat!” She mewed teasingly, mumbling with the fish in her jaws.  |
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 9, 2024 18:56:59 GMT -5
Seedflower »
watching twolegs with whisperingheart - Dew
Whisperingheart made an incredibly valid point. How would it be possible for the twolegs to hunt any prey if they were being so loud out in the woods? He didn’t even have to concentrate on the twolegs to be aware of their noises, the brightly pelted creatures noisy enough that Seedflower was sure they could be heard all the way to BurdockClan’s camp. Prey would be running away from all the commotion, warned that danger was in the woods from tree-lengths away. Seedflower’s tail twitched; the twolegs were probably the reason why he and Whisperingheart had only found the one mouse. But if the twolegs weren’t here to hunt, then what exactly had they come this far for?
Curiosity pulled him forward. All of his training and instinct told him that this was a bad idea, that he needed to take the mouse and go back to camp with Whisperingheart, but the molly’s voice tickled at his ear fur, a mere whisper compared to the noise of the twolegs. Heh, he chuffed, forcing air out of his lungs. Had Whisperingheart always spoken with a quiet voice? Had Hopbramble named her for such a trait? Should he ever find himself on a low stakes patrol with Hopbramble in the coming days he might just be inclined to ask the tortoiseshell molly, but for now his thoughts would simply remain unanswered questions. He had other questions that were of higher important at the moment.
The thought of being taken by the twolegs and forced to live as their kittypet sent a sour taste down Seedflower’s throat. His nose scrunched and his tail lashed. The last thing he wanted was to be a kittypet, and the thought of being taken only reminded him of his father. He had not seen his father since his early apprenticeship, Thrushfleck’s disappearance happening just a few days before Gingerpaw had been poisoned. Seedflower’s chest tightened, breathing restricted. Thrushfleck, Gingerpaw, Ravenwhistle…
Gingerpaw, Ravenwhistle, is dad up there with you, or is he still out there somewhere?
Seedflower didn’t want to share the same unknown fate as his father. He glanced toward Whisperingheart, gaze level and expression neutral. It had been Flax that Thrushfleck was with when he had been taken from the Clan. Flax, a cat with only evil in his heart. A cat who had belonged to the rogues.
Seedflower’s claws unsheathed for a moment, digging into the still snow covered ground. Whisperingheart had nothing but rogue blood running through her veins, and while that brought forth a cloud of hesitation, Seedflower’s logic knew that Whisperingheart had only ever proven her loyalty to YewClan. She had never actually been a member of the rogue group. She had only known YewClan.
The mottled and white tom drew in a breath.
”Let’s follow,” he agreed with a nod. As long as they didn’t get too close to the twolegs they would be fine. This was all in good fun. Nothing bad was going to happen. |
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Post by tigersdoroar on Oct 10, 2024 16:02:23 GMT -5
Amberrise ⋆˙⟡
___________________________________________________________________________________________________* Noticed how pretty Flashspeckle is in the light
*Thinks Drizzlemimic should still be helping even while injured
* Hunting Patrol with Lightshard and Dawnshade
* Wants to spar with Hopbramble to see if he's improved
Amberrise greeted the morning with a large yawn, his gold eyes shut tight against the sunlight. As he opened them, he took in the scenes of camp as the sun began to light everything up, its gold rays casting an orange glow on the ridge where Yewclan made camp. As he looked around, he couldn't help but notice his friend Flashspeckle, a dark spot against the orange. As Amberrise studied the tom, he noticed that he too had gold eyes, and that if the sun caught his dark fur just right, a pretty pattern could be found among the black. Amberrise liked that. It reminded him of himself. Perhaps he and Flashspeckle had more in common than he thought.
As the day passed, he was eventually assigned to a hunting patrol with Lightshard and Dawnshade. However, the young tom was beginning to become annoyed with how many hunting patrols Heavy assigned him to. Ever since the war with the rogues, numbers had been dwindling in Yewclan. There were no new kits, and no apprentices to do the majority of the chores and hunting. And with the murder of Mistleheart, there were now even less warriors to share the load. What made Amberrise doubly annoyed, was that the morning hunting patrol had returned with more fresh-kill than the clan could handle, and yet, here he was, being sent out of camp to do more unnecessary hunting when it was battle training that was really needed in his life. Amberrise felt that Burdockclan's actions could not go unanswered.
Honestly, it would be better to send Drizzlemimic on a hunting patrol than me at this rate. I need a day off to brush up on my battle skills and he... has certainly had his fair share. I'd think cats could hunt with a mangled tail. It's just a tail! And if he didn't catch anything, it would certainly be better exercise than sitting around all day when the clan already has plenty of food! Amberrise thought to himself, grumpily. He didn't mean any ill-will towards his former mentor, but he certainly was tired of the amount of huntin that he had been doing, especially when there was no point in leaving camp to do so.
To make matters worse, his patrol found plenty of prey and plenty of awkwardness. Amberrise himself had caught a raven and two mice, and upon the retrieval of his quarry to bring back to camp, he awkwardly came upon Dawnshade calling out Yewclan's youngest warrior for eating her prey before feeding the clan. Amberrise had understood her actions to an extent, but he had been astonished by her boldness. These younger cats had no self-control. Certainly he and Dawnshade had never been like that! He hadn't said anything, but he did shake his head in disapproval before they returned to camp. It seemed the warrior code was hard to follow for Burdockclan and cats in Yewclan.
Once the trio returned to camp, Amberrise desired to put the rest of his day to good use and attempt to ignore the large amount of unnecessary prey rotting in the fresh-kill pile. Perhaps Hopbramble would want to spar? He wanted to know if his battle skills had improved any... just in case they were needed in the near future. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ OOC: Amberrise is going to riiiiide that goody two shoes train (and the lazy train).
whispering (Flashspeckle) chocolatemilk7 (Dawnshade/Drizzlemimic) Dew (Lightshard) lemonshortbread (Hopbramble)
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 10, 2024 19:01:18 GMT -5
Slatefoot »
helping wrenice around camp
& grieving mistleheart
A kit. She had been killed for trying to protect a kit.
Out of all the deaths, all the lives lost, Slatefoot had witnessed in her seasons of life, this was by far the worst reason to be mourning a Clanmate. And not just any Clanmate, but Mistleheart.
The last thing Slatefoot had expected while helping Wrenice around camp was Dapplestar and Monarchlightning returning early from their border patrol, the limp figure of Mistleheart carried delicately across the YewClan leader’s back. The dark furred molly stared blankly for what felt like an eternity, her mind dancing around a wide array of scenarios. Had Mistleheart grown so tired that she had to be carried back to camp? Had something happened that made her fall unconscious? Had she-
The metallic tang of blood answered Slatefoot’s hectic mind.
Dark droplets of scarlet rolled down Dapplestar’s pelt and onto the camp floor. Slatefoot took a shaky step forward. With a new angle she could see all too clearly the vivid crimson that soaked Mistleheart’s pale pelt. Even a kit would know that no cat could survive losing that much blood.
Stemriver, Brightleaf, Thrushfleck, Gingerpaw, Cinderdapple, Ravenwhistle… She had lost so many members of her family.
Bubblingheart. Her mentor and the first cat she had ever looked up to and respected.
Foxclove… Her very first apprentice and a cat she had considered a friend.
So many cats that Slatefoot had loved and cared for now walked among the stars. She knew loss and she knew hurt. She had sat vigil for her kin and friends more than she liked to count, but seeing Mistleheart, looking at her now…
They had been so young when they had first truly played with one another. Mistleheart had been Mistlepaw and Slatefoot had been Slatekit. Mistlepaw had come inside the nursery only for Slatekit to jump right at her, declaring to the Mistlepaw that Slatekit was the leader and she was going to give Mistlepaw her warrior name. From there the friendship had blossomed and grown, admiration turning into romance. Slatefoot had dreamed for the day they would become mates. She had longed to curl up beside Mistleheart as her mate, to be by her side and offer her unconditional love and affection. She had hoped that day would come soon.
But now that day would never arrive. Never again would she be able to go on patrol with Mistleheart. Never again would she be able to sit down and share a meal with her best friend.
Never would she get the chance to call Mistleheart her mate.
A grief stricken yowl splintered through the shocked silence of camp. Slatefoot was already crouched down beside Mistleheart’s body before she even registered that it had been her own voice that had shattered the silence. She barely heard the explanation of her friend’s death as she pressed her nose deep into Mistleheart’s pelt. A hint of her familiar warmth lingered, a breath of her scent that had always reminded Slatefoot of holly and snow. It was slowly fading, the breeze within the camp taking Mistleheart’s scent with it. Slatefoot gasped, shuddering, her eyes closing tight. ”Please don’t go, please stay, I can’t live without you… Mistleheart, please. Please.” Slatefoot had never gone a day where she didn’t have Mistleheart. She had never known anything else. From the day of her birth until now Slatefoot had always had Mistleheart.
Her eyes burned underneath her lids. The ground underneath was crumbling, Slatefoot struggling to keep her hold of reality. ”I don’t want to be alone. Mistleheart, please, take me with you…”
BurdockClan had killed her best friend. The love of her life. BurdockClan had killed her over a kit. All Mistleheart had wanted was to make sure the kit had been safe, but BurdockClan had attacked first and asked no questions later.
Slatefoot’s claws unsheathed, her teeth gritting against one another. A tiger paced within her, growling and lunging for the chance to exact revenge on the cat who had cruelly pulled Mistleheart away from her. A dove flapped its wings inside the molly, gently comforting her, easing her into peace. Battle had cost the lives of so many of her friends and family. Battle had taken her Clanmates away from her one too many times. Slatefoot was sure some of her Clanmates would clamor for an attack. She was sure her Clanmates would want to raise their claws at BurdockClan and return the grief they had spread across YewClan, but Slatefoot was tired. She was tired of all the bloodshed and sorrow. She was tired of all the death and suffering. Slatefoot loved her Clan and her Clanmates far too much to see them suffer any longer. Mistleheart loved her Clan just as dearly and would never want to see YewClan suffer through another bloody battle.
Slatefoot huddled closer to her lifelong friend and the cat she had loved in silence for seasons. ”I’m sorry I wasn’t there to save you. … May StarClan welcome you warmly, my love.”
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Post by Dew on Oct 11, 2024 13:53:23 GMT -5
Lightshard Mistleheart's Death || with names Death wasn't new for Lightshard. Sorrow wasn't something she hadn't felt. She hadn't lived a long life, but she had lost so much. It wasn't fair to lose another. Frozenlaurel, Gustkit, Cinderdapple, Icepaw.
Mistleheart was on Dapplestar's back, Monarchlightning holding up her mothers tail so it wouldn't drag behind them in the dirt. Not for a second did Lightshard believe Mistleheart was alive. She had grown up knowing the worst, having lived through the worst possible outcomes. Dapplestar's eyes wouldn't be clouded with sorrow if Mistleheart was alive. They would be moving faster if she was still alive.
"Mistleheart?" Was all she could get out before she was rushing towards Dapplestar, her fur bristling and her claws unsheathed. She barely registered Slatefoot's reaction, the wails coming from the crowd. "What happened? Why didn't you protect her?" The fluffy white fur of Mistleheart was turning red around the placed she had been cut, the long claw strokes harsh and deep. "It was Burdockclan. She was just trying to protect a kit..."
Dapplestar trailed off, and Lightshard lashed her tail with outrage. Her mother had just been following the warrior code, and Burdockclan had killed her. She had just been trying to protect one of their kits. Burdockclan had killed her mother.
Stomping away from Dapplestar, Lightshard sat down next to Wrenice. She thought they were safe, considering the rogues were gone. It had never crossed her mind that the other clans would kill like the rogues had. Wasn't that against the code? Did the code even matter anymore? I should have known. It's not like they tried to help us when we needed it, with the rogues.
Lightshard hadn't been the closest to her mother. She had distanced herself from everyone after Cinderdapple had been murdered, so it had been Wrenice who had done most of the daughter stuff, hanging around with Mistleheart and getting to know her. Lightshard had distanced herself. She had thought she had time. Is Starclan trying to punish me? Is Wrenice going to be next? What about Wrenice? Will I be next?
No. This was Burdockclan's fault. They had killed her. Lightshard had a target, and when they met she would bring them down in a spitting ball of fury. This is not over, Burdockclan. Mentions Mistleheart, Wrenice, Slatefoot, Dapplestar, & Monarchlightning || @tag [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by lemonshortbread on Oct 11, 2024 16:19:37 GMT -5
Hopbramble
FlowerClan Border | w/ Seedflower, Hayfeather Sand , whispering
Mistleheart's death
Hunting patrol
Has dreams of Saffron's death
Thinks Wrenice is annoying
Admires Drizzlemimic from afar
Green eyes. Green eyes full of hatred until the end. Ones that when Hopbramble peered into them hard enough she saw her past reflected in them, and then the memories were gone. The green eyes were clouded over now but the face they were contained in was twisted in malice. Her gaze was torn from Saffron's face to her son's, Dawnshade. This time though, rather than just his fur being split in half, it was like his face was too - with the ginger side frowning, lost, sad, and confused and the black tabby half had a vicious, curled smile with teeth bared that didn't reach his one blue eye.
It's just a dream. Then the world around her was green again, but this time not the green of Saffron's eyes but of the warrior's den in newleaf. The leaves rustled softly, and birds chirped back and forth sweetly, oblivious to YewClan's most recent death. Hopbramble liked Mistleheart, she respected her determination and ferocity, the way she loved her kits to no end. She reminded Hopbramble of herself at time, but the dark molly would not dwell on this feeling for long. She was dead, what more was there to do or say? Her sympathy went out to her two surviving kits, Lightshard more than Wrenice. Lightshard watched her mentor die a gruesome, violent death, and while she did not watch her mother die the manner of which was similar. Neither were accidents. Hopbramble remembered the look on Lightshard's face when Dapplestar and Monarchlightning brought in her mother's body - disappointment. There was no denial or shock, it was as though Lightshard knew death as a routine, and unwanted but frequent visitor.
It wasn't that Hopbramble felt nothing for Wrenice, she certainly felt some level of sympathy, but the fact that her method of grieving was playing a prank on Dawnshade made her hackles raise. She was obnoxious. Why take Mistleheart? BurdockClan should have waited for Wrenice to come along instead.
She stretched out her short limbs and shook out her dark tabby fur, rising from her nest. It was about time she got her patrol together. Padding into the clearing after nudging Hayfeather and Seedflower from their nests, she could make out the gray and white pelt of Drizzlemimic from the healer's den. He was a charming cat, she Hopbramble did always have a thing for long-furred toms. His mate was a lucky cat. If he fathered any kits they would be just as sleek too surely.
Rounding up her groggy patrol, Hopbramble led the way to the creek that divided FlowerClan from YewClan. They seemed to be a less hostile group than BurdockClan anyway. It wasn't worth getting mixed up with them. She faced toward her clanmates, "I'll fish here, I don't really care where you run off to to hunt, but meet back here by sun high. I don't want to go hunting for warriors too." She turned her attention back to the creek before her paws, studying the shadows of fish flickering to and fro.
[OOC: Hopbramble finding Drizzlemimic attractive was not on my YewClan bingo card.]
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Post by polarized on Oct 14, 2024 4:31:48 GMT -5
Wrenice Mistleheart’s Death {--} with Slatefoot, Mistleheart & Lightshard Wrenice had been doing chores around camp, just small things like tying new brambles into the dens. However, Slatefoot had offered to help. Wrenice purred, enjoying the company of the warrior. But when the distant yowling of her clanmates rang in her ears, the thing she least expected came through the camp entrance. Slatefoot went first, surrounding the dead clanmate. Lightshard next, the molly’s fur bristling in anger. Wrenice didn’t even have the courage to look at her dead mother, she just sat in the corner of camp, silently sobbing to herself. Did Starclan really want to punish me and Lightshard that much? Frozenlaurel, Gustkit, Icepaw, and now their mother? Whatever did they do to make them so angry?
When Lightshard came back to Wrenice, the two sat beside eachother. Wrenice couldn’t even look into Lightshard’s eyes, just resting her head on her shoulder. She sighed quietly, wishing it all could be over. “It just isn’t fair.” She silently mewed, her voice cracking with grief. In this moment, she felt like she never wanted to leave Lightshard’s side. If she did, would she be carried into camp next? Would she be sitting on Dapplestar’s back now? What if it was Wrenice herself? Could Lightshard bear to lose any more? Wrenice knew she couldn’t. If she lost Lightshard, she doesn’t know how she could handle it. Mistleheart had protected her, raised her and taught her a lot of things she now knew. She mewed to Lightshard, “What next?” |
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Post by Dew on Oct 14, 2024 18:09:35 GMT -5
Whisperingheart Border Patrol || with Hayfeather, Lightshard Burdockclan had killed Mistleheart last moon, and Yewclan had declared war. War. This war was surely not supposed to be as bloody as the one with the rogues had been, but it was still war nonetheless. War meant battles, and battles meant bloodshed, injuries. It wasn't a secret that Whisperingheart wasn't a fan of fighting, not finding her place in the slashing of claws and ripping out fur, like some cats in Yewclan were.
A drop of water fell on her head, forcing Whisperingheart to focus more on the task on hand. The Flowerclan border wasn't to far from Yewclan's camp, and it was separated from the other by the rushing creek. She had been sent to mark the border with Hayfeather and Lightshard, two cats who really weren't that talkative. She kept glancing back at Lightshard, who had lost her mother last moon. It was probably smart she hadn't been sent to check the Burdockclan border, considering the look that had seemed to rest on her face since Mistleheart had been brought into camp. There was sadness there, but also a simmering rage. Maybe it would have been better to send her on a hunting patrol, get that anger out y'know?
"Well here we are!" Whisperingheart mewed cheerily, not because they didn't know where the border was but because the patrol had been pretty quiet and tense so far. No one said anything, and they started to mark the land next to the creek.
The Flowerclan smell grew stronger, and Whisperingheart looked up to see another patrol coming up on Flowerclan's side, also coming to mark the border. She smiled, sneaking a glance at Lightshard and Hayfeather. Lightshard looked like she wanted to leap across the border and start a fight. Well that's not ideal.
"Oh! Hello Sagerunner! Fancy seeing you here!" Whisperingheart smiled and gave a wink towards her friend, who just came into sight. The Flowerclan she-cat grinned at her, waving her tail. "Long time no see!"
The patrols conversed, sharing some gossip and then moved on. The Flowerclan border was long, and they each had quite a bit of work to do before they would be able to say the job was one. Saying their goodbyes, the patrols continued their work marking the border and then going back home. [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by Sand on Oct 15, 2024 17:20:26 GMT -5
Spottedfur : - grieving
- is hovering around Hazelpelt constantly
- basks in the sun with Petaltree
- spends time with Seedflower
Again, again, and again. Would the grief ever end for Spottedfur and his clanmates? Almost every cat he cared for had died young, for ludicrous reasons that he couldn’t bear nor understand. Why did BurdockClan have to be so ruthless with a wonderful warrior that he cared for like his own family? He couldn’t fathom it anymore.
Whilst basking in the sun with Petaltree, his silver eyes stared blankly at the pale sky. Is this what life was supposed to be as he grew older? Watching every cat around him die despite him being the eldest of them all? Was this a way to be tortured, to be punished? It sure felt like it.
Lately he had been hovering constantly around Hazelpelt since she announced she was expecting kits. With the war on BurdockClan taking place, they needn’t lose her or her upcoming litter either. Someone had to keep the senior warrior safe if no other cats were available. Spottedfur was always available, especially since he was retired and lonely. His excuse to Hazelpelt was, “I’m just bored. Following you around gives me something to do.” Although that wasn’t entirely the truth, but she didn’t need to know that yet.
The grey speckled tom caught himself with Seedflower one day, unsure if the young warrior really wanted to spend time with him. “So, what did you do today, Seedflower?” he asked, his gaze wandering as he kept an ear open for a response.
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Post by Sand on Oct 15, 2024 17:26:42 GMT -5
Monarchlightning : - sick cat with Pondspeckle
- lets Wrenice share her troubles, hoping it’ll make her feel better
- scouted near the BurdockClan border
The skirmish with BurdockClan weighed heavily on Monarchlightning’s mind as she padded after Pondspeckle. They were headed to the western border, in hopes to avoid any BurdockClan patrols attacking them. Mistleheart’s death was so unexpected, so cruel which she was trying to process. She didn’t deserve to die, especially when she was saving a BurdockClan kit. She had only spoken to Wrenice recently, allowing her to share her troubles with her. She wanted her former apprentice to feel better. Seeing her grieve over her mother’s death hurt, even if Monarchlightning hadn’t known Mistleheart that well.
The scattered precipitation lashed at her pelt, grumbling as she followed Pondspeckle. They were coming upon the western border and she couldn’t help but almost leap out of her pelt at the sound of a wail. Mistleheart? No. That’s some other cat, the dark tabby thought, her gaze resting on her patrol mate’s. “I suppose you heard that too. Let’s check it out while we’re here,” Monarchlightning suggested, making her way past a drooping fern.
Out in the open of the border was an oddly spotted grey feline who was curled up and shivering. Monarchlightning heard him cough several times, her concern growing. Clearly he was sick with yellow cough, but it was almost greenleaf. Was he an abandoned kittypet perhaps? Or a loner who was too ill to continue on? She flicked her tail at Pondspeckle, coming out of hiding near some thick shrubs. “Hi there,” she greeted the tom, taking a few steps closer.
The hacking began again, but all Monarchlightning noticed in his eyes was terror. He was already terrified by her and Pondspeckle. Did they seem that intimidating to him? “We heard your wail from over there. You don’t sound like you’re doing too well. We’re from YewClan and we have some cats who can help you,” the dark grey tabby explained to the grey spotted tom.
All she received was a reluctant glance as he inched away slowly. “Look, we won’t hurt you. Clearly you need to get better and we can help with that,” Monarchlightning told him, trying to be insistent.
The sick feline let out a sigh, grumbling as they rose to their paws. “Fine, but not for long,” he meowed reluctantly in response.
Monarchlightning hurried to his side, trying to keep some distance between herself and the loner. “Follow us, we can take you to one of our medicine cats,” she meowed to him as the trio made their way back to camp.
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War with BurdockClan was one thing, and one thing only— to avenge Mistleheart’s unnecessary death. The clan had lost a mother, mentor, and most of all, a kind cat. Today was like no other as Monarchlightning made her way to the BurdockClan border where she had been only a moon before. She decided she would scout out the border in case anything had changed. If BurdockClan was planning an ambush, surely she’d find out beforehand. Or at least she hoped to.
Hiding in the undergrowth, her bright blue eyes stuck out in the rainy conditions. Monarchlightning leaned forward, her gaze slowly scouring the border. There was no activity yet, but she wasn’t going to leave in a hurry. Surely there was something going on in BurdockClan right now. She just couldn’t see it from her position.
The dark grey tabby molly sat there for a good while, watching as prey came and went. She didn’t bother catching any of it as her focus was needed elsewhere. It was now past midday. Monarchlightning knew she needed to head back to camp. Hesitantly, she got to her paws and disappeared through the undergrowth as she made her way back to YewClan’s camp.
At the sight of Wrenice’s grey and white coat, she ran up to her former apprentice. She had lost so many cats in her life and yet she was still completing her duties. Out of concern, Monarchlightning decided she’d speak to Wrenice. She knew keeping one’s emotions all bundled up wasn’t good. “Wrenice. Talk to me,” she stated to the young warrior.
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Post by stormshade1 on Oct 15, 2024 18:02:59 GMT -5
 Pondspeckle Patrol (asrise , Sand )
War.
The last war hadn’t been long ago. The rogues. Frozenlaurel. Icepaw. The last Clan war had ended just as he had been brought to the Clan – the war with FlowerClan. And now, BurdockClan. They had killed Mistleheart. Pondspeckle wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about that. Of course he was sad – Mistleheart was his Clanmate first and foremost. But she was also the cat that Frozenlaurel had had kits with. And she didn’t love him. She never did. Pondspeckle felt like she had betrayed him. By not even being sad when Frozenlaurel died. She was just all Foxclove this and Foxclove that. She didn’t care.
Pondspeckle and Monarchlightning padded out on a patrol, Pondspeckle in the lead. The rain pitter-pattered onto his pelt, but he didn’t mind. The cold was welcome. That was just the mood he was in today.
And then he stopped. A piercing wail cut through the air like a knife. Pondspeckle’s fur stood straight up as he turned to Monarchlightning. “I suppose you heard that too. Let’s check it out while we’re here.” She said, crawling through some ferns.
Pondspeckle followed, keeping low to the ground as he emerged into a clearing. A spotted grey tom was curled up and shivering, hacking his lungs out. Pondspeckle made sure to crawl forward low and nonthreateningly. He didn’t want to scare the tom. As he neared the tom, he bowed his head respectfully.
“We heard your wail from over there. You don’t sound like you’re doing too well. We’re from YewClan and we have some cats who can help you. Look, we won’t hurt you. Clearly you need to get better and we can help with that.”
Pondspeckle looked at the tom. “I promise YewClan will accept you and give you the healing that you need. I’ll make sure of it.”
The loner hesitantly stood. “Fine, but not for long.” He meowed after a long moment.
Pondspeckle nodded as the tom began to follow him and Monarchlightning back to camp.
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Post by jaybun! on Oct 15, 2024 19:54:26 GMT -5
HAZELPELT
Helping Flashspeckle gather herbs... - expecting kits! - worried about the war with BurdockClan
Being a mother had always seemed like a far off ideal, something nice for Hazelpelt daydream about. Having it actually happen was... strange, to say the least. She wasn't big enough to show yet, but just the knowledge there were kits growing in there made her self-conscious of every step she took. Her center of gravity had shifted, maybe entirely in her head, but definitely in her world. Things were overwhelming already without a litter on the horizon, and now...
It'd been her hope that if she'd ever had kits of her own, she would have partner to share the load with. Calico fur and pretty blue eyes danced in thoughts. Hazepelt shook her head clear, stubbornly pushing them down, and sped up a touch to catch up to Flashspeckle. There wasn't any time for getting distracted, the clouds were looking fat and grey and she'd hate to get caught in the rain.
Together they collected a good helping of cattails at the pond, wrapping them in a large leaf to make carrying them easier. Flashspeckle had spotted something else he'd like to collect though, and so Hazelpelt left the bundle between the roots of an oak to pick up later. She watched quietly as the healer scrabbled up an elder tree, neatly picking off a pawful of the leaves. They weren't too near the border, but the fur along her spine still prickled with unease. FlowerClan had been rather amicable lately, but now she had more than herself just to think about, didn't she?
"Flashspeckle-" Hazelpelt murmured when the tom dropped back down to the ground. It felt a little silly to confide in a cat so young but... "Do you think it was silly of me to get pregnant?" |
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 15, 2024 21:19:08 GMT -5
Seedflower »
There had been two too many dogs on YewClan territory in the last few sunrises. This was the second one this moon, the first that Seedflower himself had encountered.
The dog was a small yappy thing, curly and thick-furred with an off white coloration. It was no bigger than Myrtlesprout, but a dog was still a dog, and if they weren’t careful they could end up seriously injured or worse. There were cats already curled up in their nests grieving for Mistleheart. YewClan didn’t need to add any more deaths to that.
As Myrtlesprout rushed forward the chase the dog, Seedflower’s scarred tail lashed and he gave a quick look toward Dawnshade before bunching his muscles and shooting off. Limber limbs propelled him forward as he rushed after Myrtlesprout. A flash of tortoiseshell fur grazed his peripheral, letting him know that Dawnshade was quick to follow his lead. A rush of warmth pulsed through Seedflower at the sight. They might have lost a warrior just last moon and were now in the midst of a war, but with Clanmates as loyal as the ones Seedflower had, he knew YewClan would make it out alright. And YewClan would be able to take care of all these dogs that were trespassing in their border.
Alongside his Clanmates, Seedflower was able to help intimidate the small dog. Its aggressive yapping eventually turned to frightened whimpers, the canine turning tail and fleeing. Seedflower stopped in his tracks, eyes narrowing as he watched the dog run away. ”Should we follow to make sure it actually leaves?” His question was directed to no cat in particular, curious to know if either Myrtlesprout or Dawnshade wanted to confirm that the dog had fled the territory.
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Post by asrise on Oct 16, 2024 0:13:06 GMT -5
 Echospots with Pondspeckle and Monarchlightning Echospots reeled as another peal of rasping coughs burst from him. He shuddered in another breath, cold breaking through his pelt. He clutched himself closer, letting out a thin wail. He’d never thought it would end up like this. As he curled into his makeshift nest, memories shot through his foggy mind. A life long gone, one where he never feared infection, never was alone to curl up in a damp stump. I mustn't go back. That part of my life is over. Another coughing fit racked through him. But what if my life is over anyways?
He smelled cats in the distance, familiar, but different from those he was used to. Soon, Echospots could hear them, crawling through the underbrush. He shivered, clutching himself in a vain attempt to warm up as his nose streamed and his eyes watered. Echospots barely noticed as a tom crept up on them, their hackles down in a non-threatening way. If he could, he’d bound off as quickly as possible. But right now, Echospots was too weak to do anything but listen to the tom’s message.
YewClan. He remembered the name well, but he didn’t tell the cats before him immediately. Somehow, I thought YewClan would be a bit more hesitant to welcome me in… not that I would deline the help. Echospots let in a shuddering sigh. I really don’t want this. I swore to myself I’d never need the aid of another again. But it’s either this or dying in the cold rain. “Fine. But not for long,” he mewed in a small, strained shadow that was what remained of her voice.
As he walked down to the camp, Echospots felt a thick layer of dread descend on him, constricting his already sickness-filled chest. The two other cats flanked him, leading into a camp, surrounded by cats who eyed him, and no doubt, his sickness. The bengal tom stifled another cough with a small grunt and lurched towards what looked like the medicine den, already knowing where to go before they said a word.
OOC -- What’s going on with Echospots? Intrigue! (i have actually no clue. i’ll figure it out soon though.)
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Post by cometchaos on Oct 16, 2024 12:11:16 GMT -5
 Shadepatch
~-Herb Gathering with Hopbramble (lemonshortbread )~Shadepatch was trotting through Yewclan territory with Hopbramble, on the search for lungwort. It was one of the most important herbs to have in stock, especially as Flowerclan had recently had a Yellowcough outbreak. Shadepatch was determined to find some lungwort, and she and Hopbramble kept going back and forth across their territory, until dusk when Shadepatch had to admit defeat. "We should go back to camp. We're not going to find lungwort, my legs are sore, and yours are likely sore too." She said, before turning around and headng back to camp.
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 16, 2024 14:04:17 GMT -5
Heavy »
small cut has healed
coming up with battle strategies
& proud of seedflower
The wound on her paw had healed, but the wound on her heart remained.
Heavy was still in shock over the brutal actions BurdockClan had taken. In all of her seasons living with the Clan this was the first time a warrior had been killed for simply trying to help. A warrior who had been concerned for another Clan’s kit who had been outside of camp and roaming the territory.
The calico recalled vividly the day Mistleheart had been brought to camp, a small thing dangling from Spottedfur’s jaws as he and Stemriver brought the kit back to camp. Heavy had been quick to take care of the young molly. Back then she had had no real job within the Clan, her back a broken mess which made her unable to get around and move like other cats could. With no queens in the nursery Heavy had made the decision to leave the medicine cat den and make a nest in the nursery, watching over and caring for Mistlekit to the best of her abilities. Heavy had watched the kit grow up, become an apprentice, and then become a warrior. She watched as Mistleheart and Slatefoot grew closer and closer. She watched as Mistleheart started her own family and became a loving, wonderful mother. She had watched Mistleheart push herself to become the best warrior she could be. And she had watched Dapplestar bring Mistleheart’s lifeless body back to camp, recounting the story of how all Mistleheart had been trying to do was make sure a BurdockClan kit was safe.
Mistleheart had not been Heavy’s kit by blood, but seeing the warrior’s corpse laying there, blood dried on her pale pelt, made Heavy feel as if she were losing yet another kit to the cruelty of warriorhood. Now all she had left from her brood was Slatefoot. Heavy had been lucky enough to become a grandmother before Thrushfleck had been taken by the rogues, but now all she had left was Seedflower. She was proud of the tom for he had overcome all the obstacles that had been thrown at him so early in life, but she longed for a world in which his brothers had survived as well.
Slatefoot, Seedflower, and Drizzlemimic… Heavy didn’t have a whole lot of family in the Clan left.
And now war had been waged on BurdockClan. With so few warriors Heavy didn't quite agree with this declaration of war like she had agreed with the war on the rogues, but she was merely a deputy whereas Dapplestar was her leader. She had no option but to listen and do as her leader asked of her.
Yet she was stuck in camp, her heart heavy and her soul beaten. There wasn’t much she felt like she could do, even while Dapplestar herself was struck with grief yet again. Both leader and deputy stuck in camp while there’s a war… How pathetic, the calico thought bitterly to herself. She shifted where she lay. If she couldn’t bring herself to stand on the frontlines of battle with her Clanmates then the least she could do was think of strategies and battle plans that would help YewClan with their enemies. It wasn’t much, but at least it was something.
Slatefoot »
reassuring whisperingheart - Dew thinks heavy shouldn't be pushing herself
Slatefoot needed to do something. Anything. Sure, she was refusing to leave camp, unable to leave the confines of her home without imagining how Mistleheart was no longer alive and now buried deep within the earth outside the camp walls, but her paws itched with the need to do something. She couldn’t just sit around and mope about any longer. Losing Mistleheart was harder than losing Brightleaf, Thrushfleck, and even Cinderdapple, but she didn’t want to submerge herself completely in her grief. War had been waged - not that she agreed with that and she had an inkling Mistleheart would want to spare her Clanmates from another war so soon - and while Slatefoot would not participate in the battles, she still needed to do something.
Even if her heart ached for the loss of Mistleheart, there was a small light of hope for YewClan - Hazelpelt had recently announced that she was expecting a litter of kits. It had come as a surprise given the molly’s age and her lack of a mate, but no cat had placed any blame on the cinnamon tabby. She had been congratulated and warmly welcomed as an expectant queen. A new litter was exactly what YewClan needed.
Slatefoot had also noticed that her mother had sparked with joy at Hazelpelt’s announcement. Heavy had been the first to congratulate Hazelpelt, brushing her calico fur against the tabby’s pelt. The sight had stirred hope inside of Slatefoot, a small patch of warmth in the otherwise chill that Mistleheart’s death had placed inside the warrior. Slatefoot had been unable to find a mate in Mistleheart, but she hoped that eventually her mother would be able to call Hazelpelt hers. She noticed how the two mollies looked at one another, how they cast glances across the camp. Heavy had been pushing herself hard as of late, and Slatefoot hoped her mother would end up with another cat she could call her mate.
A flicker of gray fur grabbed Slatefoot’s attention. She perked her head forward, finding Whisperingheart only a few pawsteps away, the young molly’s face creased with that Slatefoot could only assume was worry. Slatefoot closed the gap between the two, brushing her pelt against Whisperingheart and lapping her tongue reassuringly over the younger cat’s shoulder. ”Everything is going to be fine,” she murmured, saying this not only to Whisperingheart, but to herself as well.
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Post by lemonshortbread on Oct 16, 2024 16:53:04 GMT -5
Hopbramble
YewClan Territory | w/ Shadepatch, Petaltree cometchaos, grimmreminder
Gathering herbs with Shadepatch
Daydreams about battle
Glares at Dapplestar
Enjoy's Petaltree's company
Newleaf was always Hopbramble's favorite season, though she'd probably never admit it. There was just something so vibrant and beautiful about the budding flowers, how green and luscious the plants looked, the way the thawed streams whispered...it was all so grounding. Surely, in the season of plant growth, Shadepatch would be able to find whatever it was she needed. Hopbramble was surprised to be invited on an herb gathering mission - 1. she didn't want to. 2. she couldn't explain the difference between any of the things Shadepatch used. The dark molly would have been so much more useful in battle training, why bring her along to dig through the earth like a worm or a bug? Good for Shadepatch that she found some sick enjoyment in licking other cats' wounds and digging through plants but Hopbramble could never be forced to sign up for it.
Not to mention, the healer was not a particularly great conversationalist. She was rather awkward and it only annoyed Hopbramble rather than finding it endearing, and she only grew more frustrated with Shadepatch couldn't find what she was seeking after criss-crossing the territory too many times. Does she even know what she's looking for? Hopbramble couldn't even focus on the newleaf scenery anymore, she just glared at the back of Shadepatch's head as she kept getting disappointed by every space they visited, expecting her herb to grow there and finding nothing. It wasn't until dusk rolled around that Shadepatch finally admitted they should go home and promptly turning around without another word, "Next time, take another warrior with you." She muttered before following the healer back to camp. The least she could do is apologize for wasting my time! She thought bitterly. As much as Hopbramble wanted to sprint off to camp without her, she couldn't risk Shadepatch dying from something unexpected and then Hopbramble would be to blame. So she kept her distance.
Upon arriving at camp, already in a foul mood, Hopbramble cast a glare towards Dapplestar's den, where the sorry creature was grieving yet again. You'd think after so many deaths she'd get used to it by now. Grow a spine! she wanted to yowl before making her way over to the fresh-kill pile. Her mood instantly improving after some food and settling beside Petaltree who she was surprised was still awake. "You're up late. Is everything okay?"
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Post by whispering on Oct 16, 2024 17:37:39 GMT -5
Flashspeckle // herb gathering with Hazelpelt jaybun!Flashspeckle had never delivered kits before. He had only been a kit himself when Mistleheart had gave birth to her litter, and even then, Shadepatch had ensured he was no where near the distressed queen. Although the curious kit he was tried his best to sneak a peak. Since the tom had been apprenticed, however, he had never gotten the paws on experience. His tortoiseshell mentor had given him all the information and practice she could without a live patient. And now, a full season circle later, he was finally getting his chance. The dark healer landed neatly on the forest floor, his jaws full of elder leaves. Despite the nasty weather, today’s herb hunt had been bountiful enough. Now, all they had to do was collect their previous finds and return back to camp. But the look in his companions face held his paws firm. Curiosity brewing inside of him. It was no secret Hazelpelt, like a few other of their clanmates, wasn’t so fond of Flashspeckle nor his abilities as a medicine cat. Not that he particularly cared- he could give a mouse’s tail about what any cat thought of him. He was here to do his job, not to be liked. So much so, he hadn’t really spoken to anyone lately, keeping to himself unless someone was in need. Not even Seedflower who took a liking to Flashspeckle could get a mew from him. So when the words that escaped the senior she-cat’s jaws, Flashspeckle couldn’t help being a little surprised. Seeing a face usually twisted in contempt towards him now furrowed with concern. He couldn’t gloat in the irony now. Hazelpelt was in need of a healers advice, and he would give the such to her. All feelings aside. YewClan had enough problems as was without needless drama and grudges. “Maybe we’re both anticipating the worst for different reasons,”He began, his tone frank and honest as he met the tabby molly’s eyes. A new seriousness taking place in his yellow eyes. “You’re old and I’ve never tended to a laboring queen. But, Shadepatch is an excellent teacher and healer,” She may not have been his favorite cat, but he couldn’t deny her skill. “She won’t let anything bad happen to you, and she won’t lead me astray. You have my word, we’ll ensure you and your kits make it out of this together.”
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Post by Dew on Oct 16, 2024 17:41:06 GMT -5
Lightshard Is trying to help Dapplestar & Border Patrol || with Hayfeather, Whisperingheart They were at war with Burdrockclan. Those foxhearts. Thank Starclan Dapplestar was wise enough to declare war on them. Lightshard knew that some warriors wouldn't have, but Dapplestar had made the right choice. They had killed her mother, and they were going to pay. Hopefully when there was a battle she would be allowed to fight.
Though, she might have ruined her chances of that last moon, when she had broken the warrior code on her hunting patrol. It hadn't mattered, they had still brought back a decent amount of prey and their pile had been full beforehand, but she still had gotten in trouble. What does the warrior code even mean anymore? Mistleheart was killed following it, so what does it matter?
But Lightshard knew that she had to better if she ever wanted to fight in a battle. And so, she was trying. Working harder than she usually did, trying to lift some off of Dapplestar's shoulders. There wasn't much that she could do, but she still tried.
That was why, when the Flowerclan patrol neared the border, she didn't immediately lash out. She had been trying to ground herself just in case this happened, at least it wasn't Burdockclan, but she wasn't sure what to do from there. Whisperingheart saved them, calling out to a friend to the other side of the creek.
Lightshard hadn't socialized much at gatherings, half not knowing what she would even say and the other half not wanting to, and so she didn't recognize any of the cats on the other side of the river. She pawed at the grass, avoiding any cats gaze as they conversed for a few short minutes before they split again. Finally, time to actually do our job.
But maybe it wouldn't hurt to branch out more at gatherings? I'll have to ask Wrenice about it. Mentions Whisperingheart, Dapplestar || whispering (Hayfeather) [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by tigersdoroar on Oct 16, 2024 18:58:33 GMT -5
Amberrise ⋆˙⟡
___________________________________________________________________________________________________* Walks carefully as to not trip
* Threw a snake out of the den before it could bite anyone.
Amberrise woke with a start to a sudden yowl within the warriors den. Was some cat hurt? He looked around, his golden eyes wide. No cat looked hurt. What time was it? He looked out of the den mouth to see the sun beginning to peak above the horizon. Apparently it was time to start waking up. He yawned, not quite ready to start the day, and set his head back down. Then a cat stepped on his nose.
"Ouch!" Amberrise snarled, "What's your problem?!"
"Snake!"
Amberrise jumped up in surprise, "Where is it?!"
First he had to deal with a dog in the territory, and now a snake in the den? What a week. Amberrise looked to where the younger warrior pointed and the spotted the problem. A large adder had curled itself up in this cat's den.
"Don't worry! I'll take care of it for you." Amberrise flashed a grin and then slowly padded forward, careful not to trip on those who were somehow still sleeping. Then, when he reached the snake, he grabbed it's tail quick as an adder himself, and whipped it out of the den. The snake went sailing and wasn't spotted again. Amberrise was chuffed. He had to be a clan hero at this point.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ OOC: What a hero *eyeroll*
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 17, 2024 16:09:14 GMT -5
Heavy »
thinks dapplestar is doing better
& thinks echospots is a good cat
For the first time in moons Heavy had noticed Dapplestar interacting with her Clanmates. Truly spending time with them. Yes, the leader was still confining herself to camp and refusing to attend any patrols, but Heavy couldn’t say much on that end. She, too, remained within camp, her heart filled with sorrow and her mind bubbling with anguish. But it did fill her with a spark of hope seeing Dapplestar out and about. Perhaps she was getting better. Perhaps she would soon become the leader that YewClan needed right now.
In staying within camp the calico had also kept an eye on Echospots, the newest member of YewClan, and would most likely be the newest until Hazelpelt’s kits arrived. The poor tom was still ill, but it seemed clear to Heavy that he was appreciative of YewClan’s help and genuinely seemed to care about the cats that lived within these walls. The deputy hoped he would recover soon and become a worthy Clanmate. He seemed like a good cat, a cat that YewClan needed in their ranks.
While pondering over her Clanmates the deputy found herself thinking about Hazelpelt, whiskers twitching as she recalled how the cinnamon tabby struggled to walk, her flanks swelling with new life. It had been seasons since Heavy had been pregnant, but she recalled vividly how odd the sensation of kits inside felt. Deciding it would be a good time to check in on her friend, Heavy roused herself to her paws. She stopped by the fresh-kill pile to grab a greenleaf plump mouse from the top and then headed toward the nursery, giddy and light pawed at the thought of speaking with Hazelpelt.
Slatefoot »
no longer grieving
new squirrel strategy with whisperingheart - Dew dawnshade - chocolatemilk7 & glad to have a clanmate like whisperingheart
Whisperingheart was a good cat, a great cat that Slatefoot was glad to call her Clanmate, but Slatefoot was a bit unsure about this plan of hers. She was sure the uncertainty was written on her face as she looked at the gray tabby, quite a few questions dancing upon the tip of her tongue. Pale eyes shifted toward Dawnshade, wondering if the tortoiseshell tom would step up first and ask the questions that were quite visible upon his visage, but nothing came from the tom. Slatefoot wondered if he was keeping quiet because Whisperingheart was his littermate and he didn’t want to question her. Slatefoot’s whiskers twitched. Being littermates with a cat had never stopped her from questioning her own brother and sister from time to time.
Shifting her attention back to Whisperingheart, Slatefoot tentatively asked, ”Are you sure this’ll work? I mean…” It felt odd questioning her Clanmates despite the fact that she was the senior cat on the patrol. The rosette splashed warrior wasn’t often one to doubt her Clanmates and their ideas for new strategies. ”It could just be that I’m not the best at hunting so I’m not quite sure I’m getting the idea of it all, but I’ll try it out, if you explain it again,” she suggested in a level tone, making sure her words were calm and understanding despite the uncertainty gurgling in the depths of her stomach. Hunting had never been Slatefoot’s strong suit, especially when it came to trees and squirrels, but she trusted Whisperingheart and respected the molly’s opinions. If this tactic was explained again then perhaps Slatefoot would be able to wrap her mind around it just enough to execute the plan.
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By the time the patrol had reconvened with one another, it appeared as if Whisperingheart’s idea had worked. All three cats returned with squirrels dangling from their jaws, and for Slatefoot that was quite the surprise. Even as an apprentice she had struggled with hunting, but here she was, proudly showing off the two squirrels she had been able to catch. ”You might actually be on to something, Whisperingheart!” Slatefoot purred as she placed her squirrels down by her paws. She smiled brightly at the younger molly, pleased with both herself and Whisperingheart.
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 17, 2024 16:12:27 GMT -5
Slatefoot »
stays up all night with dapplestar - lazzylake
It was time to push her sorrow aside and rejoin the day to day life of being a warrior. Mistleheart’s death would always weigh heavy within Slatefoot’s heart, a stone that had a permanent residence within her chest, but she knew her best friend, the cat she had loved for seasons, would want her to get up and serve her Clan like a true warrior. Her Clan was at war. Her Clan needed able-bodied warriors to protect and serve. Slatefoot had promised to give her life to protect YewClan, and she was going to make sure she acted on that promise. Had her opinion on the war changed? No, not exactly, but should she be called upon to fight she would unsheathe her claws and strike them down a BurdockClan warrior’s flanks. She would show no mercy to a Clan who had taken in the rogue who had taken her brother. The rogue who had killed so many of her Clanmates.
Flax had been spotted just across the border, the ginger tom more snake than a cat. Monarchlightning had gone after him despite being warned to not to, but she had always carried a fierce spirit. The young tabby was a lot like Hopbramble, and not many could complain about that, but Monarchlightning’s hot-headedness had landed her injured. She very well could have ended up dead, but StarClan had kept an eye on her. Slatefoot just hoped their ancestors continued to do so.
With these thoughts in mind Slatefoot eased her way toward Dapplestar’s den. Not only did she want to tell the leader that she was ready to step back into daily life, but she also wanted to check and see how the leader was doing. It seemed as if her entire leadership had been bogged down with grief and sorrow, and this war had brought Dapplestar back down into a dark place. Rarely did Slatefoot see her leader outside of her den, and rarer yet did she see any of her Clanmates going to make sure the mottled leader was fairing well. Slatefoot had always looked up to Dapplestar, even as a kit, and even if she couldn’t make things better, she wanted Dapplestar to know she had a friend in Slatefoot.
”Dapplestar, it’s me, Slatefoot,” the dark and light warrior called softly as she made her way into the leader’s den, pale eyes landing on the delicate form of her leader who was curled in a droopy ball within her nest. Slatefoot’s heart ached. A leader shouldn’t be riddled with grief and doubt. A leader shouldn’t be pained by the death of their Clanmates. Slatefoot closed her eyes, sending a prayer to StarClan. Please heal Dapplestar. Make her as strong as she once was.
Opening her eyes back up Slatefoot gently slid in beside Dapplestar, brushing against the tortoiseshell and rasping her tongue against the leader’s ear. ”I’m here if you need anything,” she breathed softly, nuzzling against Dapplestar’s shoulder. ”Anything at all.”
All night she stayed with Dapplestar. Sleep was of little importance when it came to being there for a Clanmate.
Seedflower »
asks monarchlightning to teach him to fish, but gets distracted by her - Sand
With so many cats grieving, sick, or injured, Seedflower had rarely found the spare time to spend with a Clanmate. Greenleaf had just started, the territory finally getting warm enough for Seedflower to contemplate learning a skill he had yet to develop or even try - fishing. His mind wandered to Pondspeckle or Slatefoot, contemplating asking either one of the two cats to take him out and show him the ropes of fishing, but as he scanned camp for either one of them, it wasn’t either of his former mentors that he spotted first. No, instead of the pale gray pelt of Pondspeckle or the black and white fur of Slatefoot, it was the light gray tabby fur of Monarchlightning. Seedflower stood there for a moment, wondering if the tabby molly was about to head out for a patrol or some other important task, but after a moment of watching her merely sit there, he mustered the courage to pad up to her and ask if she’d be willing to teach him how to fish.
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The molly had agreed, and soon the two were stationed near the shore of Green Pond, the body of water rippling with a light breeze and the movement of fish within. Seedflower was eager to start the lesson and pick up on another skill that could prove useful to his Clan, but every fishy thought inside of his brain tended to swim away whenever he looked at Monarchlightning.
Seedflower’s ears prickled, the skin underneath his pelt burning. He shifted on his paws, inching closer to the pond than he probably should. This was no new feeling for Seedflower, these sensations the same he experienced when thinking of Flashspeckle, but the young medicine cat rarely acknowledged Seedflower despite the warrior’s best efforts to impress the tom he had adored since their nursery days. It was starting to become clear to Seedflower that he had little to no chance with Flashspeckle, but now here he was, spending time with Monarchlightning and seeing the molly in a totally new way.
He had always looked up to her. She was strong and spirited, always ready to protect her Clan and jump into battle when the time called for it. It had been Monarchlightning that Heavy had turned to during the war with the rogues, and it had been Monarchlightning that did her job well and helped establish a victory in that horrendous battle. The two had grown up together, had trained on the same patrols from time to time, but as warriors their paths rarely crossed. It had been by chance that the molly had been in camp when Seedflower had searched for a cat to teach him how to fish. … Or had that chance been more akin to fate? Had StarClan pushed the two on the same path for some deeper reason? Seedflower flushed warmer underneath his pelt. He was starting to realize he’d never have a chance with Flashspeckle, but what about a chance with Monarchlightning?
Realizing he was staring at the molly, the young tom cleared his throat, leaning down to rasp his tongue across his chest. He chuffed awkwardly, unable to look back at Monarchlightning. ”So, uh…fishing. The first step?” Focus on fishing. He was here to learn how to provide for his Clan in a new way, not here to fawn over Monarchlightning.
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