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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 28, 2024 20:27:35 GMT -5
Heavy »
hunting the abandoned twoleg nest with pondspeckle - jaybun!
& seedflower
visited the elders - Dew & Sand
& wants to mentor another apprentice
Leaves were changing color once again, casting a beautiful display of orange, yellow, and red across the land of YewClan. The heat that had been plaguing the Clan was starting to disappear, leaving behind crisp mornings and comfortable days. These comfortable days were a gentle reminder that harsher days were ahead. It wouldn’t be too much longer before the comfort of leaf-fall turned into the tragedy of leaf-bare. Cats were already starting to fall ill, Monarchlightning confirmed to have contracted whitecough by Shadepatch. That was not a good sign. Sickness this early on into the changing of seasons was never a good sign. Heavy was worried about it, and rightfully so. Over her seasons of experience she had witnessed multiple cats succumb to the illnesses of colder weather, and it was never an easy death. She and Slatefoot, who had just been Slatekit back then, had almost lost their lives to the constricting cough moons ago. The calico was still incredibly thankful to have made it through, but she knew all too well how close to death she and her kit had been.
Heavy wasn’t the only cat worried about the sickness. Without having to say a word on his part she could tell that Seedflower was concerned for Monarchlightning, his usual focused gaze misty, his steps unsteady. She had thought bringing him along on this hunting patrol would distract him, but a patrol could only do so much when a cat was worried about somebody they deeply cared about. Heavy knew how much she had worried over Stemriver whenever he caught heat sickness. She knew how much she worried over Hazelpelt when the cinnamon tabby was injured or ill. But distracted or not, Seedflower would do better on patrol than he would sulking about in camp. And now that it was leaf-fall, YewClan could rely on hunting the old twoleg den. Mice always plagued the area this time of year.
Despite the rickety foundation, the patrol managed to catch a number of mice, all plump from greenleaf foraging still. Pondspeckle had proven to be a perfect addition to their patrol, the tom’s jaw full of dangling rodents. Even Seedflower had managed to catch a number of mice, his earlier distraction not once hindering the catches the hunters made. With her own jaws full, Heavy motioned for the patrol to head back to camp. YewClan would eat well tonight!
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Once back in camp, Heavy placed her kills on the prey pile. Immediately she picked two mice back up, something compelling her to go and check in with Spottedfur and Scarletdrift. It had been quite some time since she had visited with the two, and even longer yet since she had patrolled with the toms. How many moons had passed since the two had retired? How many seasons had they been living life as elders now? Each step Heavy took reminded her of her own age, muscles stiff from her earlier hunt and bones popping with every movement she made. She was well aware that it wouldn’t be too much longer before she herself would have to settle with retiring, but the calico wasn’t quite ready for that stage of her life. With new kits in the Clan she had discovered the ambitious craving of wanting to mentor another apprentice. Puddlefog had been the only cat she had truly mentored, and he no longer walked among the cats of YewClan. His violent death still weighed harshly on the calico’s mind and heart, but life had to go on. Life had to continue and perhaps she’d get a chance to mentor once again.
She stopped by the elders’ den first, only finding Scarletdrift, who happened to be Puddlefog’s father. Realizing that Spottedfur must be in the nursery with his newest kit, Heavt dropped a mouse down for Scarletdrift and then made her way inside the nursery. Milk-scent drifted all around her, warm and comforting. YewClan was growing, the nursery bursting at the seams with kits for once. She glanced toward Hazelpelt, heart warm at the sight of the former kittypet and her singular kitten. Heavy then eyed Wrenice, the young molly sleeping curled around her newborns. Three tiny kits. Mistleheart would be proud.
And there was Spottedfur, smiling proudly at Lemonkit as the tiny kit wobbled about, clearly tired but attempting to fight the temptation of a nap. ”Enjoying fatherhood, Spottedfur?” Heavy questioned as she lay the mouse down by the elder’s paws, smiling warmly. While well aware that Stormmask had been his daughter, Heavy had still been living as a loner when the former medicine cat had been a kit. This was her first time seeing Spottedfur in the role of a new father, and she was quite interested in seeing it all play out.
Settling herself comfortably among the plush moss, Heavy purred when Lemonkit immediately found herself pressed against the deputy. Oh, it had been so long since Heavy had had kits herself. All this new life in the nursery made her long for a new litter herself…but alas, she was getting older, and she was deputy. She had no time for kits, but as she looked down at Lemonkit, the calico wondered if these maternal instincts would be satisfied gaining a new apprentice. And maybe, just maybe, she’d get the privilege of mentoring young Lemonkit once she was of age.
Slatefoot »
A blue sky stretched far beyond what any cat could see. Not a single cloud graced the sky, a dry wind promising nothing but sunny days pushing across the land. Birds chattered and bugs chirped a pleasant tune, the sounds of leaf-fall peaceful in Slatefoot’s ears. But with leaf-fall fresh in the air it meant YewClan only had a few moons to prepare for the ruthlessness of leaf-bare. Clanmates were already falling ill and others still injured from various wounds, so it was imperative that Slatefoot do her duty as an able-bodied warrior and scout out land that would be perfect for leaf-fall hunting. And what better cat to do that with than none other than Dapplestar?
Slatefoot purred as she brushed up against the tortoiseshell pelt of her mate. It had been so long since the leader had stepped out of the comforts of camp, and when Dapplestar had confided in Slatefoot that she was ready to get back into Clan life, Slatefoot immediately suggested that the two of them use this gentle weather to their advantage. That was all it took to get Dapplestar to her paws, and side by side the two mollies slipped from camp and into the woods. The last time Slatefoot had done something like this it had been with Mistleheart. She had done something like this with Mistleheart multiple times - the two had been picked to hunt or check the borders but instead they had reverted back to their kit days, playing and joking around with one another. Prancing in the snow or dashing through the thick undergrowth… Slatefoot would always miss Mistleheart, but she had Dapplestar now, and Dapplestar could fill the space Mistleheart had left. Everything Slatefoot had once done with Mistleheart she could now do with Dapplestar.
”Wrenice’s kits are adorable,” Slatefoot purred, looking toward her mate. ”It’s nice to see YewClan’s nursery full of kits. Usually the den’s empty.” While she had yet to visit Wrenice’s litter personally, she had seen the new kits from a near distance when bringing prey for the queens a few days prior. Between Hazelpelt, Spottedfur, and now Wrenice’s kits, the nursery had never been this full. It was a nice change of pace.
A melancholy cloud found its way over Slatefoot’s heart, a coming rainfall that dimmed her mood. ”It’s just a shame Mistleheart isn’t here to see her kit’s kits…” Once upon a time Slatefoot had envisioned herself curled up beside Mistleheart in the nursery, the two gazing down at their own litter of kits to raise and nurture. That future was now gone, taken from her by the claws of a BurdockClan cat. Could that future still happen? Obviously Slatefoot no longer had the chance to raise kits with Mistleheart, but would she have that chance with Dapplestar? Did the leader even want kits? Slatefoot’s jaw snapped tight, ears folding close to her cranium, pensive. Was it too soon in their relationship to bring up kits? Would it be appropriate to bring the idea up when leaf-bare was right around the corner? Slatefoot didn’t want to start a family right away, but perhaps in a season or so the thought would be a comforting one to have.
She eyed her mate. Slatefoot had never been one to shy away from her thoughts, and both her mind and heart were agreeing on her to do this. Why shy away from a topic with a cat who was her mate? ”Do you ever want kits, Dapplestar?” Quiet and low was her voice. For the first time in a long time Slatefoot felt unsure of herself. Unsure of what the next response would be. |
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Post by whispering on Oct 29, 2024 13:40:44 GMT -5
Flashspeckle
herb gathering alone
The sound of his bell tingled at even the slightest movement. A sound that Flashspeckle had quickly grown accustomed to. He would even go further to say it was soothing on his ears. Now, with the medicine den empty, the dark tom could return to his solitary patrols. Although, Scarletdrift's company would be thoroughly missed. The old speckled tom was funny sometimes, even if annoying. It was better than his awkward mentor.
The changing seasons brought sickness. And small colds and sicks called for Ragwort. And aching joints, but Flashspeckle would worry about that when the temperatures dropped. Ragwort may have looked appealing with its bright yellow flowers, but its strong smell and bitter taste could be too much for some cats. A frenzy of sneezing and coughing. Flashspeckle was better off alone. Or maybe he didn't want to subject his clanmates to such a task. Or maybe that was the excuse he was using.
Flashspeckle knew he was nearing the familiar patch when the powerful floral scent struck his nose. It crinkled in displeasure. Ugh. He gagged, eyeing the tall shoots in disdain. The quicker he got this over with, the quicker he could be done. And so the healer got to work, gingerly picking off the tiny leaves and cursing at the foul taste. "Ragwort. More like fox-dung." He'd grumbled, deciding he'd hauled enough and retracing his steps back toward the YewClan camp.
Dreary and disgusting, sure, it had still been a day well spent. Flashspeckle had gained a decent enough walk, though dry; he'd gotten a chance to refill their stock in ragwort; and he'd gotten clarity from his solitude. And he couldn't have been more relieved when he'd finally spit the cursed leaves out on the floor of his healing den.
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Post by polarized on Oct 29, 2024 14:00:27 GMT -5
 Wrenice - Has kits! They’re half-clan…
- Plans to ask Shadepatch to check on the kits again… just in case.
- Talks to Hopbramble about kits
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with Snowkit, Starlingkit, Carnationkit & Hopbramble The memories flooded her. Nuzzling her head against his soft grey fur, his kindness. He had been the light she needed in her darkest times. A beautiful tom, one she wished could she could call her mate. She had sneaked out every other night to speak to him, to rest with him. Somewhere she could finally be happy, outside of the needs of her clan, the memories of her dead kin. Then the words broke her. “Expecting kits.” Shadepatch had told her, when she had asked about a stomach ache. Kits? She couldn’t have kits! What would she do if someone asked about the father? The thoughts made her head spin. However, when she had told her secret mate, he had only been so kind. So gentle. He had comforted her, and she couldn’t be happier.
Looking at them now, in her sleepy eyes, she wished she could sleep, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t stop looking at them. They were beautiful. They were hers, and her mates. Starlingkit reminded her the most of him. His grey tabby fur, soft like her kits. All three of them were beautiful, so tiny, and she couldn’t wait to watch them grow. Almost so much she didn’t like letting other cats near. She could hear the whispers. The cats discussing the father. Why would they need to know! The father would’ve loved them. She just wished she could show him. If he could see him. The loneliness made her feel out of the clan. Meeting him at the border was the highlight of her day. But now, she had more to worry about. She had to care for his kits. Snowkit, her only daughter, she reminded her so much of Mistleheart. If only her mother was here to see her grandkits. She would’ve loved them. Starlingkit, her oldest tom-kit. He looked the most like his father. And little Carnationkit, she loved him. He was rosetted, and with beautiful yellow-green eyes. She would never let them be hurt. They needed her, and she needed them. It was a perfect moment. Maybe later, she would ask Shadepatch to check on them. You could never be too careful. She looked back down to her kits, silently praying to Starclan for their safety. Her eyes watery with emotion, she spoke to them.
“I will never let anyone hurt you.”
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She needed fresh air, so she stomped out of the nursery, feeling the fresh leaf-fall breeze in her fur. She noticed Hopbramble, and blinked at her awkwardly. “Hey Hopbramble.” She meowed, knowing they hadn’t gotten along well in the past. “Your kits are grown up, I know, but I was wondering..” she paused, thinking her words. Hopbramble wasn’t exactly the gentle type. “How did you manage your kits? Was it easy? Did you let them go wherever they wanted?” She wished a cat could tell her these things, maybe they were dumb, they probably were, but she just needed a cat to talk too. Especially after giving birth, she still felt as tired as a kit after a game of moss-ball.  |
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Post by jaybun! on Oct 29, 2024 18:06:57 GMT -5
 IVYKIT
Princess Charming - interrupts Monarchlightning and Pondspeckle's conversation - tries to purr her way out of trouble
"Mom!" Ivykit mewed, "Momma!"
Hazelpelt's flank heaved underneath her paws with a sigh, a cool blue eye cracking open to glance over her, "What is it this time?" Her mother asked, tired, but not without fondness.
Ivykit chirped happily under the weight of Hazelpelt's full attention, tail sticking straight up in the air, "Lemonkit says Spottedfur is his dad. Do I have a dad? Where is he? Is he here? Is it-"
"Ivykit-" Hazelpelt huffed a laugh, gently batting her onto the floor from where she was twisting in excited circles on her mother's side, "Yes, you have a father... but I'm glad he isn't around. It means I get you all to myself!" Hazelpelt growled playfully, nipping at the tips of Ivykit's ears.
"No!" She squealed, ducking away from her mother's sharp little nibbles. Ivykit giggled, darting away from the onslaught, nearly tumbling over her clumsy paws in the process. She couldn't take on her mom all by herself! She needed an ally... someone strong and brave. Lemonkit was too tiny, and Wrenice's litter was extra tiny. The pale tabby poked her head out of the nursery, glancing around the camp with a keen eye.
Pondspeckle! Ivykit cheered, glimpsing the gray warrior in the entrance of the healer's den. He was definitely strong enough, maybe nearly as strong as her mom! Mind made up she sped out of the nursery, ignoring Hazelpelt's stern call of her name as she left. She bounded across the camp center, digging her claws into the well-worn earth to slow herself a moment too late. Ivykit rolled into Pondspeckle's hind legs with a quiet oof, fur standing on end like the puff of a dandelion.
She giggled, blinking up at the warrior with an innocent purr, "Hi!" mentions Monarchlightning, Pondspeckle, Lemonkit, and Hazelpelt. |
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Post by Sand on Oct 30, 2024 18:34:32 GMT -5
 Spottedfur : - with Heavy & Lemonkit
- feels too stiff to walk around today
- is envious that Myrtlesprout can bounce back from illness quickly
Now that Spottedfur was spending most of his time in the nursery with Lemonkit, he had found it too difficult to leave the den at times. He didn't want to leave his young kit alone, even if he had to leave for some fresh kill. He was terrified to leave her alone, much like he had been with Stormmask as a kit. Every stroll he had taken in the past moon was taking a toll on his aging body. The silver speckled tom was becoming stiff as a board, his limbs unable to move at the slightest bit without him grumbling in pain. Even with a runny nose, he decided to make a nest for himself in the nursery so he could be with Lemonkit at all times.
While sitting in the nursery beside Lemonkit, he wondered enviously why Myrtlesprout was able to bounce back from sickness so easily. Why couldn't he do the same? Was it an issue of his age? He didn't always feel ancient, but his body was learning the consequences of his duties from moons ago. A silhouette distracted him, that of Heavy's, as she entered the nursery which was bursting at the seams with kittens. Wrenice just had her litter of three and Hazelpelt had Ivykit about two moons before. Lemonkit was no longer the newest kit in the den, instead she had gained more playmates. The elder looked up at Heavy, his gaze shining with pride before noticing the mouse she had placed at his paws. At her question, he began to purr. "I never thought I'd have another chance at fatherhood," he admitted sheepishly, ears growing warm from embarrassment. "It feels right. I just hope Lemonkit will love YewClan as much as I do."
His joyful silver gaze followed Lemonkit, who was snuggling into the deputy's long fur. The old tom let out a snicker as he watched his young kit spend time with Heavy. He almost wanted to ask her if she wanted kits again, but he hesitated. Was it too late for Heavy? Maybe she and Hazelpelt would finally see each other in the same way. Whether Heavy had another litter of kits or not, she could fulfill her desires through an apprentice or any grandkids that her kits might have. "I suppose you long to be a mother again?" Spottedfur asked quietly, his gaze meeting the calico's. "Whether you get the chance or not, Heavy, your maternal instincts will always be there for every cat in YewClan. I think Lemonkit already likes you!"
[ tags: Feathertalon / mentions Lemonkit & Myrtlesprout ]
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Post by Sand on Oct 30, 2024 19:25:31 GMT -5
 Monarchlightning : - recovers from her mangled leg, but catches white cough
- had a nightmare about the Rushing Creek
- relies on Flashspeckle for her health
Monarchlightning's mangled leg had finally healed without leaving much of a scar. She was grateful to Shadepatch and Flashspeckle, especially the male healer who she was relying on for her health. Now that she had whitecough, she was spending even more time in the healers' den. She had seen more of the grey ticked tabby healer than ever before, who she didn't converse much with anyways. It was awkward for Monarchlightning, especially after she thought she had romantic feelings for him. Yet her discomfort grew due to her nightmare about the Rushing Creek nearby. She had woken up in a cold sweat, her forehead slightly warm to the touch.
It was a stupid, illogical nightmare that made no sense. Somehow YewClan’s camp had been washed away from a flood and no cat was left except for Monarchlightning. It tug on her heart strings which longed for the presence of any familiar cat— whether it was one of her littermates, mother, or Seedflower. Monarchlightning wanted someone to tell her that it was a ridiculous nightmare that would never happen or come true. Instead, she willed herself to reassurance before dozing off again.
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Monarchlightning had been discussing recent patrols with Pondspeckle near the entrance of the healers’ den. “I’m glad the patrol with Heavy and Seedflower went well. I think you three—” she meowed before being interrupted by Ivykit, who had rolled into Pondspeckle’s hind legs before standing up, her fur puffed out. She let out a small snort, unsure if she was annoyed or amused by Ivykit’s interruption. “Looks like you have a visitor, Pondspeckle. Have fun!”
The dark tabby padded away, deciding to leave the tom with Ivykit, who was looking for some cat to talk to other than Hazelpelt. In the meantime, she was going to find herself some prey. Hopefully she’d get one of the fresh mice her clanmates had caught.
[ tags: n/a / mentions: Pondspeckle, Ivykit, Flashspeckle & more. ]
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Post by whispering on Oct 31, 2024 11:23:41 GMT -5
Hayfeather was usually a cheerful cat in the mornings. He was always a cheerful cat—when he had a full night's rest. The gray tom reluctantly roused himself before dawn. All his senses protested to be awake so early before he was ready. But duty calls, he thought with a long yawn.
Slowly, he prodded the rest of his patrolmates awake. Drizzlemimic and Echospots looking just as irate and drowsy as he felt as he led them into the clearing and towards the entrance. Somewhere he heard Lightshard complaining and flicked his tail in annoyance. At least you're not leading the dawn patrol!
Out in the forest, the air was still dry. Light leaf litter decorating the floor, an indication that leaf-fall was upon them. And leaf-bare would make its return soon enough. The patrol went on, the cats stopping to renew the borders. The sun slowly making its way to its peak. All was seemingly well. Until an unknown scent drifted in the wind. Hayfeather beckoned to his clanmates to change course, following the scent until they found fresh pawprints in the earth. The sokkoke cat leaned down to sniff at them. They weren't YewClan. They didn't belong to any Clan at all. By the stench, it was a kittypet.
Perhaps at any other time, Hayfeather would let the kittypet be, or politely confront them. He had kittypet blood himself, after all. As well as some of his clanmates. Maybe even YewClan's newest members had kittypet parents. He smiled softly as he remembered watching little Ivykit prancing about in the leaves. But with his longing to be back in his nest fast asleep beside his mate, irritation prickled at his paws. He had no time for silly, lost kittypets.
He signaled to Lightshard and Drizzlemimic, "We're gonna find that kittypet and chase it back over the border." Hayfeather waited to see if they had any comments or protests, but they all seemed to agree. WIth a yowl, Hayfeather charged in the direction of the pawprints until he came upon a small tabby cat. Its eyes rounded with fear before it raced away, the patrol hard on its paws. Hissing and spitting, Hayfeather skidded to a stop as they came to the border, yowling after the fleeing kittypet. Hopefully, it wouldn't return any time soon.
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Post by Sapphirejas on Nov 2, 2024 1:46:09 GMT -5
 polarized (Wrenice), lazzylake (Dapplestar) Snowkit ( Wakes up Starlingkit from how noisy she's being, and makes faces at Dapplestar) Snowkit woke up from her sleep beside her two littermates, and her mother, Wrenice. Today was a new day, and Snowkit was SO EXCITED that she squeaked. Not long ago, she was told stories of her grandmother, Mistleheart and her grandfather, Frozenlaurel for the first time, which made the tiny white she-cat really look up to them! YewClan was her home, and Snowkit couldn't wait until she become a warrior like her grandparents did in the stories! Snowkit was unaware of the war against BurdockClan due to Mistleheart's death, and the terrible war against the rogues before that which costed so many of the lives of her Clanmates... Clanmates she has never met. Snowkit waddled to the entrance of the nursery and peeked outside. The sky was streaked with a deep orange, and the sun was barely rising. The sight of the campgrounds made her squeal and bound back to her sleeping littermates and her mother. Snowkit decided to wake up her family for the brand-new day with her loud voice, a day which would last a long time, full of fun and play! "WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" Snowkit shouted. "I'M AWAKE AND THE SKY IS AWAKE!""LET GO AND PLAY!"The loud voice of Snowkit woke up her whole family, and her brother Starlingkit was particularly irritated! "Go and play yourself sis! I don't wanna be awake." Starlingkit responded with a grouch, sinking deeper into his mother, Wrenice's fur. Snowkit's tail was high in the air, as she looked up to her mother's green-yellow eyes. The queen was now awake. --- Later in the day, Snowkit was cuddling with her family, when she heard pawsteps approach the entrance of the nursery. Her tiny heart skipped a beat when she saw that the cat who entered the nursery was none other than the leader Dapplestar! Wrenice had told stories about her, and YewClan's previous leader, Bubblingheart. Snowykit would love to have the position of leader one day, just like her! Snowkit waddled as fast as she can up to Dapplestar. "DAPPYSTAR! DAPPYSTAR! YOU ARE HERE! YAYY!!!!" the tiny white she-kit squealed. "OH STARCLAN, YOU GOT TO TELL ME AALLL ABOUT BEING A LEADER!!! ME WANT! ME WANT!"Dapplestar looked put off by Snowkit's noisiness. "Snowkit! With your noise, you are going to disturb the elders from all way the here!" Dapplestar sternly told Snowkit. "I ask you to be more quiet, young one. For StarClan's sake!"Anger boiled inside of Snowkit's chest. She fluffed up her white fur and flattened her tiny ears. "But... but... I like being this, Dappy!" growled Snowkit. Snowkit made rude faces to Dapplestar, before bursting into tears. However, instead of comforting her, Dapplestar turned around and started walking away from her. "Hmph! Kits! They are cute and all, but StarClan... can they be noisy! This is why I don't want any." Snowkit heard the leader mumble to herself as she left the nursery. Snowkit continued crying until her mother, Wrenice comforted her. It was clear that despite how bright the sky was and how cheerful the weather was, today was not Snowkit's day. The weather got colder after that, and clearly, Dapplestar had a certainty have a distaste for kits like her. She had no idea why! What did she ever do wrong?! Snowkit was just being herself! Snowkit got up from beside her mother and slowly walked to the edge of the nursery, huddled up, and sulked.
OC: The first prompt of my new cat, Snowkit! I hope you enjoyed it and especially like how baby little Snowkit behaves here. I mean, she's only 1 moon old!  |
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Post by Dew on Nov 2, 2024 16:33:25 GMT -5
Lightshard Heals from claw-wound + Border Patrol || with Dapplestar, Hopbramble, Whisperingheart The cool fall air licked at her short pelt as she left the confines of the medicine den, but without the pain of a claw-wound racing down her flank. It had healed, the infection clearing and leaving without a scar. Lightshard had been able to visit Wrenice's kits, her nieces and nephews. They were very cute, Lightshard had to admit. Almost made her want to have kits, even if Wrenice looked extremely tired. They each had also gotten some strange power. It was like something had descended on the clans this moons, each cat having some sort of... ability. Lightshard had gotten these strange red balls that glowed, but they weren't uncomfortable. In fact, every once in a while one kissed her fur, nuzzling into it then going back to bouncing around her.
It was now time for her first patrol since she had recovered, a border patrol with Dapplestar, Hopbramble, and Whisperingheart. They set out, making way to check the Burdockclan border. It was still tense, even though the war was over, and patrols there were frequent.
The large patrol was rather friendly, each cat adding their own piece to the conversation, and because they weren't paying full attention, no cat noticed the scent of the coyote until it was right in front of the patrol. The yellow eyes of the large dog-like creature locked with her own yellow eyes, and it growled at her. Lightshard's fur puffed up with fear, and she unsheathed her claws.
The coyote leaps for her, and it would have made quick work of her if Dapplestar hadn't jumped into the path of the coyote. It knocked the predator off balance, and the two animals collapsed into each other, hissing and spitting. Hopbramble quickly joined in, Whisperingheart's eyes meeting hers, a sort of panicked look in there. They each rushed into battle beside the older she-cats, giving in each of their own attacks. Hopbramble sent a quick blow to the muzzle, and the coyote reared back in surprise. The act gave the patrol just enough time to help each other out of there, disappearing into the undergrowth.
It didn't take long for them to realize Dapplestar was injured. Yewclan's leader's leg was bloody and mangled. She didn't get far, Whisperingheart and Lightshard supporting her on each side as Hopbramble scouted around them, making sure the coyote wasn't following.
Somehow they managed to make it back to camp without any other problems, laying Dappletstar into a nest in the medicine den, close to the nest Lightshard had inhabited not to long ago. Whisperingheart left to find one of the medicine cats, and Lightshard stayed and stared at Dapplestar for a moment. "Um.. thanks for saving me, Dapplestar. That was really brave." Dapplestar nodded, and Lightshard left, heading to the nursery to let Wrenice know what had happened.
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Post by Sand on Nov 2, 2024 18:50:09 GMT -5
Spottedfur : - overheard a joke from Petaltree that he didn’t get
- clears up a misunderstanding with Pondspeckle
Spottedfur's days were mostly spent inside or outside the nursery with Lemonkit, the queens, and other kits. It felt strange to experience fatherhood once more, especially at an older age. He wondered what Stormmask and Mosspond thought of him as he sat nearby Petaltree, enjoying a small mouse.
Deciding not to speak to the other feline, Spottedfur gnawed on the prey whilst overhearing a strange joke from Petaltree. "Guess what BurdockClan loves to eat? Root!"
His ears swiveled and he glanced around in confusion, clearly puzzled by Petaltree's comment. What in StarClan's name is that for a joke? It sounds so bizarre, he thought while chewing as briefly looked over at Petaltree. I still don't understand.
After finishing his meal, Spottedfur realized Pondspeckle mentioned bringing new moss nests to the nursery. Hopefully the speckled warrior was hanging around somewhere close so he could ask him about it. Once he spotted Pondspeckle, the elder padded slowly over to him, dipping his head in greeting. "Pondspeckle! Didn't you tell me yesterday that you would bring some fresh moss to the nursery? Hazelpelt and Wrenice would be grateful for it," the grey speckled tom meowed before looking at the warrior expectantly. Dust glittered in his short pelt like it belonged there.
When Pondspeckle shook his head 'no,' Spottedfur let out a grumble. He had confused the grey warrior with another feline once again. Was this going to be even more common now? The elder gave a sharp nod, his ears burning with embarrassment. "Sorry about that, Pondspeckle. It's my fault, I must have forgotten that it wasn't you this time around," he replied. "I need to check up on Lemonkit, have a good time patrolling!"
[ tags: stormshade1 ]
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Post by Sand on Nov 2, 2024 18:52:37 GMT -5
Monarchlightning : - has an argument with Amberrise that neither fully resolved
- still sick with white cough
It appeared that Monarchlightning's whitecough was here to stay, at least for another moon. She was irritable, trying to avoid her clanmates so they wouldn't get sick from her. The grey tabby's blue eyes noticed Amberrise, one of her many littermates. Finally, some cat to talk to! she thought as she hurried over to him, smoke flaring up from her pelt.
“Amberrise!” she greeted cheerfully before her gaze focused on the shimmering purple dots that surrounded him. Though the look of frustration had yet to come to mind. “Wow, your fur shines beautifully! I heard you were given a task today, how’d it go?”
As Monarchlightning listened to her littermate, her eyes narrowed slightly. Amberrise was able to help Shadepatch out when she couldn’t and yet he thought the task was better for the healer. She did her best to not roll her eyes, but couldn’t help it. “You should be glad you can assist the healers. Watching their den isn’t enough, but gathering herbs for them? That’s actually valuable,” she told him in a rough tone. “You should be more grateful, you know. Stop being so dramatic about it.”
Tension grew thick between the two as the smoke which danced off of Monarchlightning’s fur. She was annoyed with Amberrise, who didn’t seem to understand her point. What more was there to it? At least he was healthy and able, unlike her for now. “Whatever. Maybe you’ve had a bad day, but that doesn’t mean I have to argue with you about it,” she mewed with frustration before letting out a huff and turning away from the brown and black tom.
The young warrior stormed off while smoke flared up from her entire body and flew into the air. She was just as upset as Amberrise was, but she wasn’t ready to resolve their argument yet.
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Post by cometchaos on Nov 3, 2024 3:46:12 GMT -5
 Shadepatch--Herb Gathering with Echospots (asrise)
-Magic! -Shadepatch had brought Echospots, the former loner who had joined a few moons ago, to help her gather herbs. She had noticed that Echospots seemed abnormally quiet, but she didn't know what to say.
She thought about the 'magic' that had appeared that moon. All the clan had some sort of it. She had purple flames that rippled across her pelt, lighting up the area around her. The small flames that were more cold than warm would slither across her pelt, seeming almnost alive. "[placeholder because idk what Echospots says lol]" Shadepatches thoughts were inturrepted by Echospots question. "Well, when we go to Starclan, it isn't really the end. There's still a role to play, with giving propecies and signs and such." Shadepatch replied.
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Post by polarized on Nov 3, 2024 5:03:36 GMT -5
 Wrenice - Vines and leaves wrap around her, nurturing, growing
- Proud of her place in YewClan
- Frustrated with Snowkit
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with Snowkit, Starlingkit, Carnationkit Wrenice was snoozing humbly, until she was awoke by her daughter. She opened her eyes, slowly blinking the sleep out of them. “Snowkit.” She growled to herself, before giving her two tom-kits a swift lick on the head. “It’s too early, come on.” She pulled her daughter closer to her fur with her tail, She noticed the vines that were growing from her fur. She purred when her daughter seemed happy enough to play with the leaves.
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She was proud of her place in Yewclan, and also her kits. Maybe the clan didn’t know they were half-clan, but she didn’t care. She loved her mate, without her clanmate’s knowledge, and she loved her kits. If only Snowkit understood some manners like her brothers, she chuckled to herself. She couldn’t help herself growing frustrated with the tiny molly-kit, but it was what kits do. When she was trod on by Dapplestar, Wrenice called her over, slowly soothing her to sleep. Sometimes, she wondered how Mistleheart managed to deal with this. She felt jealous of the fact that Hazelpelt and Spottedfur only had one kit to take care of. Well, Starlingkit and Carnationkit were well behaved, it’s just her daughter. She purred when she saw the two brothers play-fighting. They were Yewclan. And that’s all that matters.
She was happy when Lightshard came to visit, telling her about the patrol. “A coyote? Really?” She blinked at her sister. “Dapplestar was brave to take that for you.” She purred, nudging her sister with her head playfully. When Snowkit was away bothering her brothers, Wrenice turned to Lightshard. “Honestly. How did Mistleheart manage to deal with us? Snowkit is more than enough with 4 paws!” She mewed to her sister. Wrenice got out of her nest, stretching. She called her kits to her, rounding them by her tail. “Come on, let’s play a game of hide and seek in the clearing.” She looked to her sister, raising an eyebrow. “Lightshard’s the seeker!” She purred to her kittens, nudging them towards the clearing. “And remember, stay out of the dens.”
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Post by polarized on Nov 3, 2024 5:17:40 GMT -5
 Lemonkit - Tells Whisperingheart to hurry up!
- Caught sneaking out of camp
- Sticky sap covers her paws, and she makes a mess of the nursery!
- Echospots helps build up her confidence
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with Whisperingheart, Spottedfur(mention), Echospots The nursery was sooo full! With Wrenice’s kits making a racket, she couldn’t help but try to escape! Yet, her plans had been uncovered. She wasn’t sure which kit had tattletailed on her plans to sneak out of camp, her suspicions on Ivykit, but she would find out. Spottedfur sure wasn’t happy to find her covered in the same mysterious sticky sap on her paws.
She used this to her advantage, making sure to press her paws up to the wall in the nursery. After a while, most of the wall was painted with the sticky sap. “Look! Ivykit, I made it look better!” She purred, ignoring the wailing of Snowkit. What a baby! She rolled her eyes. Looking out of the nursery, she saw Echospots. A warrior! She padded up to the tom, looking around the camp with worry. There was so many cats! How would she ever fit in here? “Echospots… why is there so many cats? They’re all so big and scary! And… where’s Spottedfur’s den?”
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After a conversation with Echospots, she felt much more confident! Confident enough to walk up to a cat she had been told was Whisperingheart. “Hey! You better hurry up! The clan needs prey, especially my father! Go get Spottedfur prey!” She growled, stomping her small paw, bristling up her tiny kit fur while staring at the larger molly. |
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Post by stormshade1 on Nov 3, 2024 11:37:44 GMT -5
 Pondspeckle Patrol, magic (whispering )
It was strange.
The entire Clan seemed to have been given this gift. How long it would last, he didn’t know. But it had started this moon. And he hoped it stayed. It would be so useful. Fresh(?) water from Pondspeckle. Hayfeather, a way to keep the predators away.
The water dripped from his pelt, but it wasn’t cold. Not at all. But it wasn’t warm either. It was the same temperature that he would normally be. And it felt... natural. Like he was meant to be this way. It was comfortable. It was his.
And that’s what he was thinking about as he set out with Flashspeckle. He didn’t even know what they were looking for – he was too wrapped up in his thoughts to ask. But soon he was snapped back to reality. They were back at the camp.
“Did you find it?”
The other tom denied, and Pondspeckle followed him back into the dense fog. Pondspeckle could only see a fox-length in front of him. He didn’t know where they were going. And they kept ending up back at camp. So eventually they gave up.
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Post by jaybun! on Nov 3, 2024 17:49:56 GMT -5
 MYRTLESPROUT
Coyote warning. - basked in the sun with Amberrise - really disagreed with something Dapplestar said
Motes of sparkling purple dust drifted about the patrol, shedding from Drizzlemimic's pelt. Myrtlesprout watched as a playful, twisting stream of similar purple light danced around Slatefoot's figure. It was entrancing.
It was also infuriating. Why couldn't I have gotten one of those? Myrtlesprout grumbled to herself, flicking a paw in irritation. Water continued to inexplicably stream from the offending limb, slicking the long fur on her legs to the skin. No cat seemed to know why they'd all woken up like this, but some of them had better luck than others. It was leaf-fall for sky's sake. Sleeping out in the open with Pondspeckle and Dawnshade was miserable. Of course, Dapplestar thought it better if they suffer so everyone else could sleep without wet paws. All she had to worry about was fog!
Myrtlesprout trailed behind Slatefoot and Drizzlemimic, ears folded back and tail swishing. She couldn't wait to get back to camp. Sunbathing seemed to help cut the chill and constant dampness down somewhat. Enough that she could even tolerate company. Amberrise wasn't half bad when she wasn't soaked to the bone. |
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Post by asrise on Nov 3, 2024 21:36:49 GMT -5
 Echospots Today was a strange one. The rain had passed, leaving a trail of mud in its wake. Normally, Echospots hated mud. It caked around his paws, ruined his fur, and slowed him down. But today… It was different. He slipped through the camp with ease, almost as if the mud was pushing him around! Echospots stifled a loud purr. The rest of the camp is asleep… No matter, I’ll take a moonhigh walk!
It was nicer like this. Only the occasional sound of the wildlife greeted his ears as he practically skipped through the mud. Had the others also gotten this power? When he’d reached the ridgeline, Echospots stopped, sitting down to appreciate the dazzling sky of stars. It’s so pretty like this… But what’s behind this sky? Is it really StarClan? It didn’t look as if these pinpricks of light were quite alive.
Watching the sunrise from his cliffside vantage point, Echospots finally turned. It was time to return to camp. He wouldn’t want to miss his patrols! But when he’d returned to the camp, he was greeted with a surprising sight. All of the other cats had indeed been given their own gifts, and were careening around, showing them off. Was this the work of StarClan? Passing by the nursery, he flattened his ears at the sound of Ivykit’s loud mewling. About to leave, he felt a small tug on his leg. “Echospots… why is there so many cats? They’re all so big and scary! And… where’s Spottedfur’s den?” Lemonkit meowed.
“Ah-” Echospots started, surprised the kit would look to him for support. After all, he hadn’t been a warrior for long. “There’s always this many cats, Lemonkit… Don’t worry, they won’t hurt you. You’re one of us, after all! And if you’re looking for Spottedfur, he’s down there, by the elders den.”
Soon, it was time for the patrols. And Echospots had just so happened to be paired with Shadepatch. A herb gathering patrol was important, but he wasn’t exactly sure about Shadepatch. She communes with StarClan, that’s what they say. But what does that even mean? How do dead cats visit her? Echospots had never felt StarClan’s presence, not in the same way as his former clanmates. It was always confusing, and he preferred not to think about it.
“Shadepatch… What’s StarClan like? And what does it really mean when a cat goes there? Is it actually true that they watch us? Have you met cats there that you knew in life?” He asked, the words flooding out of him. There were so many more questions behind them, but the warrior decided to keep quiet, wondering how Shadepatch would respond.
When she responded, he trilled, mulling over her response. Prophecies and signs? Does that mean that I’ll be up there, giving signs when I’m dead? How could StarClan know more than us about our own problems?
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 4, 2024 19:45:37 GMT -5
Heavy »
Heavy had never rolled any part of her, let alone her entire, body in a patch of ragweed before. But when Drizzlemimic had suggested they disguise their scents to help better catch prey, the calico found it to be a fascinating, if not clever, idea. Leaf-fall was here in its entirety, gripping the land with frosty mornings and humid evenings. Catching enough prey now was a must if they were to survive the ever approaching leaf-bare.
However, the plan that had seemed brilliant at first was proving to hinder the patrol more than help.
After a third failed attempt at chasing down a mouse that had spooked at the presence of hungry cats, Heavy lashed her tail in frustration. She had never had such issues with getting close to prey, but now she couldn’t even get within three fox-lengths of anything before it startled and ran for cover. The only difference to be had was the fact that they had rolled in ragweed, and while Heavy’s nostrils had grown accustomed to the scent, it was becoming all the more apparent that their quarry had a strong dislike for the pungent herb.
Without a single piece of prey between any of them, Heavy huffed, shoulders sagged and blue gaze lowered. Defeat was apparent in her posture. ”It may be best we head back to camp,” she suggested to both Drizzlemimic and Hopbramble. The deputy’s eyes lingered on Drizzlemimic, apologetic. ”Your idea was a good one, but perhaps a little too good.” She didn’t want to scold the tom or even cause him to think that he was the reason for their failed hunting. Perhaps if they had rolled in a less pungent herb then their results would have been better. YewClan needed prey, but there was always tomorrow. And with thick clouds rolling above, the promise of more rain was evident. It would be best to return to camp now, dry and empty pawed, than soaked and empty pawed.
Heavy »
spends the day talking strategy with monarchlightning - Sand
thinks she needs help organizing patrols
All this rain wasn’t good for her aging joints. As soon as Heavy had curled out of her nest this morning she felt the strain of the wet weather creaking in her bones and crackling in her muscles. She felt it especially in her back, a sharp reminder of the terrible injury she had sustained seasons ago. Once upon a time she had believed she would never be able to walk again, that she would be confined within the walls of YewClan for the remainder of her life, but that fear had been proven false when her bone had miraculously healed. Heavy had been surprised, thoroughly shocked, to find that walking had gradually become easier and easier, and when Icepatch had confirmed her back had healed, she had been beyond words. It had almost been enough to make her believe in StarClan. Almost.
But now as she was aging, she could feel her body breaking down. She could still walk and get around, but she wondered how much longer that would last. How many more seasons did she have before her body failed altogether? Hopefully she had some time yet, but she couldn’t deny how old she was getting now. And she couldn’t deny that perhaps having some help with patrols today would be in her best interest.
To no surprise of her own, the first cat she thought of to help her was Monarchlightning. Now that the gray tabby was clear of her cough, she was up and on her paws again, ever eager to prove herself as a member of YewClan. Heavy knew that Monarchlightning was her best choice for help, the gray tabby quickly working her way up the ranks of respect and dependency. Heavy knew there was something special about Hopbramble’s daughter the moment she had chosen her to be her runner during the war with the rogues. Monarchlightning would make for a wonderful choice in deputy some day.
Finding the gray tabby near the warriors’ den, Heavy dipped her head in greeting. ”Mind if I borrow you for a bit?” She asked as she eased herself over, closing the distance between herself and Monarchlightning. ”I was wondering if you had any opinions on where we should send the evening patrols for today.”
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 4, 2024 19:49:55 GMT -5
Slatefoot »
injured cat with monarchlightning - Sand & dawnshade - @ -
”Slatefoot, Monarchlightning, come quick! A cat’s in the creek!” Dawnshade’s voice was ripe with panic. Something was clearly wrong.
Slatefoot wasted no time in darting through the sparse undergrowth, burrs clinging to her pelt and fur ruffled from her haphazardly rushing to the creek where Dawnshade had ventured. Questions ran through the molly’s mind, none of them any less confused than the other. A cat in the creek? How had some cat been so mouse-brained to fall in the creek and not get out? Was this cat a kittypet who had craved adventure only to falter and make a mistake? Slatefoot had so many questions but so little time to truly ponder them. If Dawnshade’s panic was true then this cat needed their help. … If it wasn’t already too late.
Her paws slid across the damp grass, the unsheathing of her claws the only way she was able to keep herself from tumbling into the creek herself. Maybe that’s what happened. This cat was going too fast and slid in. But how did they not just get out? So many questions, so little time.
Dawnshade’s voice cut through her thoughts, just as worried as earlier. ”They’re still alive, but barely. Help me save them.”
Slatefoot nodded, not having to be asked twice. Knowing Monarchlightning was soon to arrive, Slatefoot leaped in to help Dawnshade, ignoring the rush of water soaking into the fur on her limbs as she grabbed on to the first patch of soaked feline fur she could get her teeth into. Between her, Dawnshade, and Monarchlightning the trio was able to pull the barely conscious cat out of the water. She was bedraggled and waterlogged, shivering from the cold. ”We need to warm her up,” Slatefoot called to her patrolmates before curling herself around the fawn-coated molly, ignoring the sensation of water seeping into her own pelt as she began rasping her tongue in the wrong direction against the other cat’s fur. ”You’re safe with us,” Slatefoot mewed softly in-between licks, hoping that StarClan would offer this cold, wet molly a swift recovery. ”My name’s Slatefoot, and my friends with me are Dawnshade and Monarchlightning. What’s your-“
Slatefoot’s words ended abruptly when an unmistakable scent curled around her nose. Her eyes widened, tongue half sticking out of her mouth, jaws parted open.
FlowerClan.
And not just FlowerClan scent from a cat who happened to be trespassing through the territory, but FlowerClan scent from a cat who had made a home there.
Slatefoot had always had an odd relationship with the neighboring Clan. Their blood coursed through her veins whereas no drop of YewClan blood did. Her father had been born among the course grasses and fields of FlowerClan, but he had found a home in the covered woodland of YewClan. She knew she had kin beyond the stream, and while never confirmed, she had noticed FlowerClan cats with the same rosette-pattern that dappled her pelt. She had joked during gatherings with FlowerClan warriors who wore the same shade of gray on their pelt that Stemriver had. She had noticed cats with the same glinting green gaze as Stemriver while on border patrols. She shared blood with cats across the creek. She should feel some sort of kinship with them, should she not? And she did, to some extent.
Her paws shook, and not from the dampness soaking into her pelt. It had been her very own impulsive nature that had caused a war between YewClan, her home, and FlowerClan, her kin. Her rash idiocy had created tension and anger. No cat had been killed by the war, but war was still war. Animosity was still animosity.
Slatefoot drew in a sharp breath, nose burning from the cold. She drew a shaky tongue across the damp molly’s pelt, falling silent. Was this molly her kin? They shared not a pelt color, and Slatefoot had yet to see the fawn coated cat’s eyes, but that did not mean their blood was not the same.
Her questions from earlier shifted to different questions entirely.
Are we kin, you and I?
Slatefoot wasn’t sure which answer would relieve her the most.
Slatefoot »
For once in all of Slatefoot’s many seasons of living, the YewClan nursery was full. It was hard to imagine the den being so crowded with future YewClan warriors, and even harder to imagine how every queen and every kit had enough room inside. As the kits grew older and bigger, Slatefoot witnessed them spending more and more time out of the nursery, which surely allowed Wrenice, Hazelpelt, and Spottedfur some time to themselves and a moment to stretch. The trio deserved the chance to take a breather. They had been lucky to provide the Clan with such bouncy bundles of kit fur, but that luck didn’t make being a parent any less exhausting.
Or, well, Slatefoot could only assume how tiring it was to raise kits. She had never raised kits her own, but between helping Mistleheart raise hers and watching Hopbramble from afar when the tortoiseshell had first joined the Clan, she could only imagine how difficult the task was.
Attention focused on the nursery, and with the first true downtime Slatefoot had had today, the dark and light furred warrior shot a glance that way, whiskers twitching with amusement when she spotted Ivykit bouncing about just outside the den. ”Hey, Ivykit! Scare away all the other kits or something?” She teased, purring loudly as she bounded toward Hazelpelt’s daughter. Now was the perfect time to play around with the kit and get to know more about her; afterall, it wouldn’t be too incredibly long before she was a warrior alongside Slatefoot herself.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 4, 2024 19:51:59 GMT -5
Seedflower »
walk with pondspeckle - stormshade1
& worried cats are judging him
As soon as Pondspeckle had asked Seedflower to join him for a stroll, the young dappled tom immediately jumped on the chance. It had been quite some time since he had spent a moment with Pondspeckle, and while the gray tom had been out of commission for most of Seedflower’s apprenticeship, Pondspeckle still had been his mentor, and that meant a lot to Seedflower.
The gently warm sun put a prance in Seedflower’s step as he danced through the undergrowth. Leaves were beginning to fall as ferns and brairs began to diminish. It wouldn’t be long until most of the surrounding plant life succumbed to the upcoming leaf-bare, but for now it was nice. For now it was comforting. A little wet, yes, but with the changing of temperatures came the promise of rain. Seedflower just hoped that all this rain didn’t end up freezing over once the first cold snap sank its fangs into the Clans’ territories.
Seedflower’s jaw tightened, his scarred tail twitching in slow, methodical movements. This wasn’t his first leaf-bare, but why was he suddenly so nervous about it? Just a few moments ago he was springing with joy, happy to be out and about with his first mentor. Seedflower’s gaze slowly drifted toward Pondspeckle, nervous energy dancing about in his eyes. ”Pondspeckle…” He started slowly, voice low. ”Is it wrong to worry about leaf-bare? Would the Clan find that mouse-brained?” Surely most of YewClan would worry about the upcoming harsh season, but Seedflower was doubting that. No other cat seemed so outwardly worried, and no other cat had yet to express such a sudden concern for the next season. Maybe this was just some mouse-brained worry of his that had come on so suddenly and so abruptly. Perhaps it would go away just as quick. Perhaps all he needed was some reassurance from Pondspeckle. |
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Post by asrise on Nov 4, 2024 19:57:30 GMT -5
 Echospots Echospots sat in the medicine den, curling into himself. His mind was still hazy, but he knew he had been in here for a few days now. This place again. I was hoping I wouldn’t be back here for some time! But it hadn’t worked out that way. If only I hadn’t been so careless… He was on one of his morning walks when he’d encountered the snake, too far to get the help he needed right away. The warrior licked his paw absentmindedly. Even though he’d managed to get back to camp, the poison still ran in his blood, sapping his strength. He put his head back down, falling into another long, dreamless sleep.
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Post by Sapphirejas on Nov 5, 2024 2:22:36 GMT -5
 polarized (Wrenice) Snowkit ( Has tiny paws, and loves watching Petaltree spar +++) Snowkit and her brothers were allowed out of the nursery to explore the camp for a part of the day, under the watchful eyes of her mother, Wrenice of course. The camp was so big for Snowkit, and SO MANY CATS! Snowkit playfully dashed in and out between her mother's legs, feeling the thrill of excitement of running and being out of the nursery. Life was so much fun! Snowkit paused to gaze at her mother's huge paws, and then at her own paws. Wrenice's paw was about half the size of her, and hers was so tiny that Snowkit wondered how she was supposed to grow into a cat SO BIG! when she finally become a warrior. " Mother, why are your paws SO BIG?!" Snowkit mewed out loud, despite knowing the answer. She desperately wanted to know how cats grow. After listening to her mother's answer, something else caught Snowkit's eye. A tortoiseshell gray and ginger she-cat with blind purple eyes was sparring a white and gray ticked tom with hazel eyes. She watched as the white and gray-furred tom Drizzlemimic throw the blind tortoiseshell she-cat, Petaltree, and Petraltree counter his move by throwing on top of him. She drew her sheathed paws down his belly, roaring with laughter. Snowkit could feel her heart thumping with excitement, and her blood rushing through her veins as she watched. It was SO THRILLING! Eventually, Drizzlemimic was tired out, panting in the clearing. Petalltree climbed up him and tapped him on his shoulder, looking triumph. Petraltree won! She started laughing with joy as Drizzlemimic shakily got up to his paws. " Not bad for a blind warrior! " Snowkit heard Drizzlemimic meow happily " Congratulations on winning, Petaltree!" " Thank you Drizzlemimic!" Petraltree snorted with laughter. " I won!" As Snowkit watch as the two warriors walk away, Snowkit couldn't help but feel joy. She learnt that she watched watching cats spar, as she imagined herself doing it when she is a warrior. Snowkit was unaware of all the dangers that comes with battles and fighting though and have only seen the friendly side of it. When her mother called her, Snowkit darted back to her, imagining as if she was charging straight at another warrior for battle! |
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Post by tigersdoroar on Nov 5, 2024 22:19:05 GMT -5
Amberrise ⋆˙⟡
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ * Is trying to come up with a new game for the kits
* Can't wait until Lemonkit is an apprentice
Amberrise purred as he found himself playing with the clan's new kits. It was so nice to have young faces to look upon after so many seasons of loss for Yewclan. Personally, Amberrise had not lost much himself, but he could feel the pain that lingered within his clanmates' hearts. These new kits were the best thing that could have happened to Yewclan.
At the moment, Amberrise was helping to watch the kits as Wrenice was out. He was hoping to give Hazelpelt a break as well, but he could feel her watching him instead of resting. Amberrise couldn't read her gaze, but he hoped she approved. He was trying to come up with a new game for the kits, although it was harder than it looked. The kits were of several different ages, and it wouldn't be fair to play mossball. The older ones would always win. And badger rides might be dangerous for the younger kits.
The dark tom thought hard, the gears in his brain slowly turning. Perhaps the kits could play warrior patrol? He had encountered quite a fun situation with a fox kit the other day. Maybe one of the kits could play a fox, others could be apprentices, and the rest warriors?
"Gather around kits!" Amberrise piped, his tone excited. "I have an idea for a game!" He waited for the kits to settle, and then he continued with his explanations. "Now I think it might be a good idea to start to prepare yourselves to become apprentices, and the best way to do that would be to play patrol! Now, the other day you know what I ran into on patrol with Petaltree and Whisperingheart?"
The kits clambered towards him curiously, with Starlingkit acting particularly tough. "What did you see!?" The bold kit squealed.
"A fox!" Amberrise got down to their level, eyes wide. "It was just a kit, but it was old enough to leave its parents and try to establish a territory. We had to defend Plumclan and we chased it all the way to the border! But who knows, maybe it'll come back and.... get ya!" Amberrise poked Carnationkit suddenly, and the little tom jumped with a loud squeal in response.
"Amberrise what do we do?!" The young kit wailed.
"Well we practice attacks!" Amberrise meowed matter of factly. "Now who wants to be the fox kit?"
Starlingkit quickly volunteered, and the rest of the kits quickly followed suit, starting the game. Amberrise watched happily, keeping a keen eye on how each kit moved. He was particularly intrigued by Lemonkit, and enjoyed watching her boss the other kits around. In the past few moons, Amberrise had grown to admire Spottedfur, and perhaps, if Starclan and Dapplestar allowed, he could grow to admire Spottedfur's kit as well. He wouldn't mind being her mentor, and he would certainly be counting down the days until she was old enough to become an apprentice. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ OOC: Anyone with a kit is welcome to participate.
jaybun! (Hazelpelt) polarized (Lemonkit)
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Post by Sand on Nov 6, 2024 18:45:21 GMT -5
Spottedfur : - Wants to go for a walk to enjoy the last of the autumn sunshine
- Notices Dawnshade being helpful around camp (++)
- Forgot Monarchlightning's name (--)
Despite his runny nose, Spottedfur found himself itching for one more walk in the autumn sunshine. The colors of leaf fall were like no other season; they were deep yet vivid. Leaves fell from the trees, creating small piles around camp that needed to be cleaned up. While he made his way to the camp’s exit, Spottedfur noticed Dawnshade organizing some leaf piles. At least someone’s being helpful, he thought before he came across Dawnshade’s one of littermates.
“Hey, Whisperingheart!” he called out to the grey tabby molly, who gave him a strange look. For some reason, she didn’t seem too pleased with his greeting. What had he done wrong now?
“It’s Monarchlightning,” the warrior corrected him before shaking her head. She smirked briefly while glancing at the elder. “Seems like you’ve forgotten my name already, Spottedfur.”
The elder let out a sigh before turning towards her. “No, not at all,” the speckled tom mewed in reply, shuffling his paws in embarrassment. He didn’t want to admit he had forgotten the grey tabby’s name. It was too mortifying, even at his old age and he certainly wasn’t going to own up to that tiny mistake either. “I thought you were your sister, that’s all.”
Monarchlightning stared at him, almost puzzled by his remark. She wasn’t too convinced by his excuse. “Sure. Just remember my name next time,” she told him in a deadpan tone before strolling past him.
So much for a relaxing walk, the grey speckled tom thought, watching the warrior pad away. Whatever. He could still enjoy his last autumn walk even if he had forgotten Monarchlightning’s name anyways.
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Post by Sand on Nov 6, 2024 18:50:23 GMT -5
Monarchlightning : - Injured cat patrol with Dawnshade & Slatefoot
- strategizes with Heavy about patrols all day
Dawnshade's panicked voice caught Monarchlightning's attention immediately, her blue eyes widening with concern. It was her first patrol since her
leg injury and white cough, but now she was worried– what did Dawnshade find down in the creek?
Surely no cat would be so foolish to try and swim when sudden storms and floods were passing through the territory. Monarchlightning frowned, but realized that Slatefoot had already hurried away to help her littermate. The grey tabby ran after her, doing her best to keep up with the quick molly. She could see Dawnshade's mottled pelt along with Slatefoot's dark fur from nearby and she descended down into the creek. The water was chilly, but it appeared that Dawnshade had found an injured cat. They looked in bad shape as they shivered in the water and she noticed that one of their legs didn't look right. An injury? she wondered, maybe they fell down into the creek? But why would they run so far?
The grey tabby molly joined her clanmates to help pull the fawn-colored feline towards land, away from the shivering creek. She did as Slatefoot had asked and began lapping at the molly's cold pelt while pressing her warm frame against part of Ivorytuft's. Monarchlightning paused as soon as Slatefoot stopped speaking, noticing her eyes widening and her jaw parted open with her tongue half sticking out. Is she okay? the warrior wondered before it hit her. The injured molly's scent was stronger than it had been earlier. Deciding to not let this distract her, she cleared her throat. "What's your name?" Monarchlightning asked, turning to look at Ivorytuft. "Let's get her back to camp. I'm sure Shadepatch or Flashspeckle can help."
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Monarchlightning was lying outside the warriors’ den, her gaze still as she watched large, dark clouds begin to cover the sky. She wondered if another storm would hit soon. Especially after Slatefoot, Dawnshade and herself had saved an injured FlowerClan cat a day or two ago.
The grey tabby’s ears swiveled and perked up when she heard Heavy’s voice. She dipped her head in greeting quickly, curious as to what Heavy wanted to discuss. Once the deputy took a seat beside her, she propped herself up slightly. “Sure! I don’t have anything to do,” she meowed to the calico.
Monarchlightning’s blue gaze was full of intrigue as soon as Heavy mentioned patrols for the evening. It didn’t take the young warrior much to think of one location for a patrol. “The FlowerClan border. I think it would be wise to send a patrol to the creek over there and see if any activity has occurred since we found Ivorytuft,” she explained to the older molly. Monarchlightning paused before speaking up again. “And maybe another hunting patrol? They might find more prey at dusk.”
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Post by Sapphirejas on Nov 7, 2024 1:09:52 GMT -5
 Dawnshade (Wonders how far away is the Twolegplace is, and snuggles up to Petaltree +++) Dawnshade lay inside his nest in the warrior's den, resting. He definitely remembered his traumatic experience with the rogues, like a fire scorching in his stomach. The sun dipped in the horizon and twilight began, sending in calls of the crickets and the owls, creatures of the night. The night that is getting colder and colder as Leaf-fall progressed. The rogues were also creatures of the night, the terrorizing group that killed so many of his Clanmates, so many young cats... Gingerpaw, Gustkit, Ravenwhistle, Whorldusk... All these deaths Dawnshade was unnecessary and so cruel, and Dawnshade hated them so much. But thankfully they were dead, and there was no life after death... that is what Dawnshade believed in. Because if StarClan was real, they would have prevented the terrible war against the rogues, and all these needless... needless deaths. Dawnshade was also a creature of the night, a terrible warrior in his mind, following the orders of his mother, a cat known to bend the code of the Warrior, viscously killing the treacherous rogue Saffron. He may have ended his treachery once and all, but Dawnshade could never forget the fear in his eyes in his lifeless body... dying. It made him sick to the stomach and made him feel like a terrible warrior and creature of the night, living up to his suffix "shade." Dawnshade wished he never obeyed his mother to kill Saffron, and instead chased him away, like any other rogue. No matter how bad rogues were, all living beings were supposed to live. He always disliked how he looked and hated how Mistleheart took his appearance like he was a gift from StarClan. He is not... He is just like everyone else... a warrior served to defending his Clan. Dawnshade always disliked Mistleheart for her unwavering belief in StarClan. StarClan was just a story for kits, it wasn't real, but most cats in YewClan believed they were. Dawnshade's thoughts drifted to the mystery of his father. He has never known him or met him... or as far as the chimera tom was aware. Dawnshade suspected he may have been a kittypet, living in the Twolegplace. Maybe that is why his mother refused to talk about him, maybe she has a distaste for them and prefer rogues... and warriors. It made sense to him. Dawnshade wondered how far the Twolegplace was from the Clans' territory. If his mother met and had kits with a kittypet before joining YewClan, the Twolegplace can't be too far... surely. Then how would Hopbramble be able to bring five rambunctious kits to the forests of YewClan, they would surely complain about the journey, right? Dawnshade noticed his sister, Petaltree walking into the warrior's den. She looked exhausted from her warrior duties. Dawnshade saw the tortieshell she-cat give the air a little sniff and noticed her brother amongst the other warriors. She padded to be with him. " Hello Petaltree, how was your day? " Dawnshade asked his sister, as she curled up beside him and started purring. " It was tiring but great" Petaltree mewed gently. " I sparred Drizzlemimic today, and I won! Oh... and I noticed little Snowkit peeking at me. " " That's great sister. You are a great warrior... " Dawnshade replied with a hint of sadness in his voice. Oh, he longed to be a great warrior... Petaltree purred even louder, and her breaths slowed, and her eyes closed. His sister was still purring, but softly, Dawnshade knew she fell asleep. Her body felt warm against his, and it soothed his troubled mind. All the horrible memories of the rogues seemed to vanish in an instant as Dawnshade fell into a doze with his sister by his side. He didn't want anything to happen to her... he loved her... His beloved sister. |
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Post by jaybun! on Nov 7, 2024 1:55:18 GMT -5
 HAZELPELT
Nursing Ivykit. - watches Amberrise - pounced on by Lemonkit
I should've just eaten that robin... Hazelpelt thought with a sigh, half-heartedly picking at the bones of a skinny mouse. Feathers were always such a pain, more so with a group of kits to fend off, but the bird had looked plump underneath. Watching a kit was hungry work, and despite what Wrenrice might think, one was a pawful. Especially this one.
Ivykit giggled from where she slunk along the ground, apparently thinking she was invisible in the shadows of the nursery walls. Hazelpelt watched fondly as her daughter edged closer and closer to the den's entrance. Her little troublemaker. Distracted as she was, she didn't notice a tiny shape barreling toward her until it was too late. Hissing as sharp claws dug into her side.
"Lemonkit!" Hazelpelt growled, shaking the kit off with a puff she scolded, "You know we keep claws sheathed in the camp." Where was Spottedfur when she actually needed him? After all that following her around a few moons ago too!
Grumbling, she rose to her paws before Ivykit could finish her daring escape. The cinnamon molly scooped up her mouse's remains, flicking a now expert cuff over her kit's ear before sliding out of the nursery herself. A whine of defeat trailed her exit. Shaking her head, Hazelpelt flicked her tail in greeting to Amberrise, who sat in the camp clearing at his own meal. She turned toward the dirtplace tunnel, ready to dispose the scraps hanging from between her teeth. mentions Amberrise, Lemonkit, and Wrenrice. |
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Post by polarized on Nov 7, 2024 12:47:36 GMT -5
Wrenice - Has been tough on herself recently
- Complains Hazelpelt doesn’t pull her weight in the nursery
- Nursing
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with her kits, Hazelpelt Get up quicker. Back straighter. Tail perfectly over the paws. She hissed to herself whenever she got it wrong. She had to be perfect. Wrenice was a strict cat, yes, and she needed her precious kits to be the same. She had been lecturing them to be polite, and too look their best, even with their squeals and growls of annoyance. She pulled Carnationkit over and started to fix the tuft of fur on his head. “Honestly! You look as messy as a fox kit!” She growled, before licking it back down. Carnationkit jumped about, shaking his tiny tail. “Am not! Starlingkit stole my moss ball!” Her tiny son wailed, before following her as they walked out of the nursery. She picked up the moss ball in her jaws, before setting it down at her paws. She kicked it away, as her two toms ran after it, head butting and purring.
Snowkit looked down to her paws, her tiny eyes fascinated. Wrenice purred at her comments from her young daughter, then corrected her. “You will grow, Snowkit. Yet, make sure not to say that to any other warrior! Commenting isn’t polite, or warrior-like.” She purred, and nudged Snowkit toward her brothers. “Show them how it’s done,” She meowed with pride as her daughter joined the game of moss-ball. She looked back to the nursery, hissing as she saw Hazelpelt sleeping. She turned, flicking her tail back and forth. She nudged Ivykit when the kit played around Wrenice’s paws. “Hazelpelt. You could help with looking after the kits, you know!” She hissed, only annoyance in her gaze. Seeing the older queen wake, Wrenice rolled her eyes. “Some cats just don’t know how to pull their own weight!” Wrenice growled, before walking back to her kits. Atleast she would raise her kittens the right way. [[ aaah I’m so sorry — my queen just isn’t seeing straight rn!! She was a bit mean ]] |
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Post by polarized on Nov 7, 2024 12:52:32 GMT -5
 Lemonkit - Wishes other cats would teach her something useful
- Steals some of Pondspeckle’s bedding
- Pounces on Hazelpelt
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with Pondspeckle, Hazelpelt It just wasn’t fair! How could any kit live such a boring life? She had to wake up, play with the other boring kits, and then just go back to sleep! Even Spottedfur didn’t visit as much, leaving her with the boring other queens. She didn’t care how much she said boring, because it was! She huffed, before catching her eyes on Hazelpelt’s tail. She wiggled her tiny tabby haunches, before taking a large kit leap! She landed square on the tail, her claws unsheathed. With a large hiss from Hazelpelt, Lemonkit folded back her ears in surprise. It was only a game! She pouted until she left the nursery. If only some cat would teach her something useful!
She looked over to the warriors den. Maybe if she took some of a cats bedding, they would have to teach her, because of how awesome at stalking she was! She slid into the warriors den, a part of her grey fur sticking to the ferns. She pulled out some of Pondspeckle’s bedding, taking a large lump in her tiny jaws. She padded out of the den, chin high. That was awesome! They would have to teach her something now! |
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