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Post by Sand on Nov 14, 2023 12:33:24 GMT -5
post directory: post 1 | post 2 | post 3 | post 4 | post 5 PlotsOliveClan & StarlingClan: The Thought of War rewriting.
Stage 1
Stage 2
etc.
OliveClan Subplot
Open to suggestions & ideas.
Spots go here.
StarlingClan's Subplot
Open to suggestions & ideas.
Spots go here.
Former thread for reference - oliveclan & starlingclan
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Post by Sand on Nov 14, 2023 12:33:32 GMT -5
post directory: post 1 | post 2 | post 3 | post 4 | post 5 OliveClan's AllegiancesLeader Spiderwatcher - tom (he/him) - 44 moons - Bisexual/Poly
A lanky white and black tom with murky amber eyes.
{ Approachable - Soft - Cautious }
8/9 lives left - formerly known as Spiderfang
☾ѕησσzє☽ Deputy Beechmask - tom (he/him) - ? moons - Pansexual
A dark grey tabby tom with a white chest, paws, and belly; he has sage green eyes.
{ pos - neut - appeasing }
Sand Healer Warriors Mistyriver - Tom (he/him) - 37 moons - Heterosexual
A Russian blue tom with a single scar running over his left eye, leaving him blind in it.
{ Knowledgeable - Proud - Haughty }
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Cinderhowl - tom (he/him) - 33 moons - Pansexual
A thin grey colorpoint tom with a cream body & grey striped tail. He has almond-shaped blue eyes.
{ resolute - stubborn - petty }
Sand
Perchglide - she-cat (she/they) - 24 moons - Bisexual
A sleek, short-haired calico she-cat with bright yellow eyes.
{ resilient - intensive - sneaky }
Sand Apprentices Littlepaw - she-cat (she/her) - 8 moons - Questioning
A small, medium-haired grey tabby she-cat with white markings. She has copper eyes.
{ curious - dreamy - impatient }
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Post by Sand on Nov 14, 2023 12:33:39 GMT -5
post directory: post 1 | post 2 | post 3 | post 4 | post 5 StarlingClan's AllegiancesLeader Birchtalon - nonbinary (they/them) - 44 moons - Demisexual
A stocky, short-haired white and black bicolor cat with pale yellow eyes.
{ determined - conventional - thrill seeking }
9/9 lives - formerly known as Birchfog
Sand Deputy TBA - (Snooze's character) Healer Warriors Morelstream - she-cat (she/her) - 50 moons - Pansexual
A round, fluffy cream tabby she-cat with dark amber eyes. She has deep scars across both of her flanks.
{ supportive - tough - unyielding }
Sand
Fleetflick - Tom(He/Him) - 32 moons - Bisexual
A russet colored tom with medium length fur.
{ Versatile - Airy - Careless }
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Sunshadow - She-cat(She/her) - 24 moons - Homosexual
A tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes.
{ Daring - Determined - Demanding }
☾ѕησσzє☽ Apprentices Kestrelpaw - Nonbinary(They/Them) - 11 moons - ??
A brown tabby cat with white decorating their paws.
{ Studious - Stoid - Critical }
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Cootpaw - tom (he/him) - 6 moons - Questioning
A short-haired, nimble black tom with bright green eyes. His fur is usually messy.
{ confident - dominating - haughty }
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Post by Sand on Nov 14, 2023 12:33:48 GMT -5
post directory: post 1 | post 2 | post 3 | post 4 | post 5 Relations of OliveClanShe-cats will be italicized. Nonbinary & agender cats will be underlined. Deceased characters will have an asterisk by their name. A semicolon will differentiate between litters. For forbidden relationships, the name of the cat from StarlingClan will be in their Clan's color which is #3E557F. If a cat is deceased from LakeClan, the cat's name will be in their Clan's color which is #1979e6.
Kin
?* + ?* = Spiderwatcher & Birchtalon
Willowshroud* + Spiderwatcher = open (must be apprentice aged)
open + open = Cinderhowl
open + open = Mistyriver
open + open = Perchglide Romances, Friendships, Rivalries & OtherTBA Mentors & ApprenticesNettle/Sedge mentors Littlepaw |
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Post by Sand on Nov 14, 2023 13:41:12 GMT -5
post directory: post 1 | post 2 | post 3 | post 4 | post 5 Relations of StarlingClanShe-cats will be italicized. Nonbinary & agender cats will be underlined. Deceased characters will have an asterisk by their name. A semicolon will differentiate between litters. For forbidden relationships, the name of the cat from OliveClan will be in their Clan's color which is #2F7D23. If a cat is deceased from LakeClan, the cat's name will be in their Clan's color which is #1979e6.
Kin
?* + ?* = Birchtalon & Spiderwatcher
open + open = Morelstream
open + open = Fleetflick
open + open = Sunshadow
open + open = Kestrelpaw
open + open = Cootpaw
Romances, Friendships, Rivalries & Other
TBA.
Mentors & Apprentices
? mentors Cootpaw
Morelstream mentors Kestrelpaw
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Post by Sand on Nov 14, 2023 14:05:35 GMT -5
save!
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Feb 22, 2024 9:12:32 GMT -5
  Kestrelpaw Where - StarlingClan Camp | With Morelstream ( Sand )
The sunlight had just begun filtering its way through the vines in the den, making Kestrelpaw blink their eyes slowly. They lifted their head, casting a disparaging glance around the den at the other apprentices still curled up in their nests, fast asleep. Lazy lot, Kestrelpaw thought with a hint of disdain. Then again, here they were, doing just the same—wasting the day away in their nest. With a determined huff, Kestrelpaw forced themselves to their paws, the slight ache from yesterday's training gnawing at their muscles, causing a small groan to escape. Kestrelpaw wasn't careful when stepping over the others, most likely nudging a few apprentices in the process of leaving. Not that they cared, if anything they needed to get a move on too. They made their way through the vines, hues of orange and gold settling onto the camp through the leaves of the trees, casting a warm glow over everything it touched.
Kestrelpaw was on a mission at the moment, scanning the clearing for their mentor. They were eager to train again, never one to procrastinate. Despite finding Morelstream to be rather... annoying at times with her constant praise—did she not realize they had already fought in a war for Nerio's sake! —Kestrelpaw appreciated that she didn't hold back. Always pushing them to the brink, forcing them to be at their best. Even if, at times, Kestrelpaw found it unhelpful. Of course, they should have scented that bird, but Morelstream's scent seemed to be stinking up the whole area!
Kestrelpaw remained rooted in their spot in the camp, eyes narrowing as they continued to search for their mentor's distinctive fur. Their gaze, sharp and analytical, swept across the clearing, catching the subtle movements of warriors going about their daily tasks. They couldn't help but feel a sense of irritation at the distraction. Training was more important, after all. A huff escaped Kestrelpaw as they wondered why Morelstream wasn't already waiting for them. The apprentice had anticipated this training session and expected their mentor to be on time.
As they stood there, waiting for Morelstream to appear, they couldn't help but analyze every aspect of their surroundings—the way the sunlight filtered through the trees, the rustling of the leaves in the breeze, the faint scent of prey on the air. It was second nature to them, this constant evaluation of their environment. And yet, despite their usual demeanor, Kestrelpaw couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness that gnawed at them. They wanted to be training, honing their skills, not standing idly in the camp waiting for their mentor to arrive.
But they remained steadfast, their determination unwavering. They would wait for Morelstream, no matter how long it took. After all, becoming a skilled warrior required patience, discipline, and above all, dedication. And Kestrelpaw was determined to excel, no matter the obstacles in their path.
Finally, after several heartbeats of just waiting ever so patiently, they caught sight of that cream fur. Swiftly, their paws carried them over, maintaining a steady pace before halting a few tail lengths in front of their mentor. "Training, we are doing that today, right?" Kestrelpaw asked, getting straight to the point. No need for pleasantries in their eyes; interactions outside of training were a rarity, and small talk was a luxury they rarely indulged in. It's a wonder Kestrelpaw isn't assigned constant tick duty for the elders, given how straightforward they can be in their communication, acting as if they weren't just another apprentice.
ooc: they are weird to write for tbh out of my comfort zone
  Spiderwatcher Where - OliveClan Camp | With - Open !
Screaming. Cats yowling in pain, a mournful melody that clung to his thoughts. Blood filled his nose as he tore at his nest, clawing and tossing bits of it in a desperate frenzy. Soft, pitiful growls escaped him as he fought to break free from the torment, urging himself to wake up. With a sudden jerk, he threw himself upright, muscles sore from the restless sleep that refused to release its grip. He forced them to relax, looking down at his paws gripping clumps of his now shabby nest. Bending his head, he freed the bits stuck between his claws, tossing them aside before turning to the stale bedding beside him.
Her nest. It wasn't just her nest, worn and clinging to the scent of her, but every corner of the camp whispered reminders of what he had lost. The memories of her, of their shared moments, haunted him like ghosts in the shadows. He couldn't help but replay their last moments together—the warmth of her fur against his, the softness of her purr as she nestled close to him. And then, the sudden emptiness as she slipped away, leaving him alone in a world that suddenly felt cold and unforgiving. An accident, but it didn't change the fact that Willowshroud was gone, her life stolen by the very clanmates she had fought alongside once upon a time.
He forced himself to stand from his nest. His ears lightly touched the top of his den, the tunnel feeling more suffocating as the days passed, threatening to swallow him inside. He knew he had to be strong for his clan, to lead them through the turmoil that had torn them apart. But sometimes, in the quiet moments of the day, he allowed himself to wallow in his grief, to mourn the loss of the one who had meant everything to him. As he stood there in his den, surrounded by the remnants of their life together, he couldn't help but feel the weight of her absence pressing down on him, threatening to crush him under its unbearable weight.
His ears twitched, listening for the familiar voice of his sibling outside, barking orders and urging the warriors to stir before the sun had even settled its ascent into the sky. But all that met his ears was the muted sounds of warriors moving about, their voices blending together, indistinguishable and distant. He could linger here all day, leaving his new deputy to handle the daily tasks while he succumbed to the ache in his chest. It was tempting, almost calling out to him. Another soft exhale escaped as he compelled himself to step out. He couldn't burden his clan, no matter how heavy his heart weighed. They relied on him to be at his best, especially now. After all, at the end of the day, they had chosen to follow him, not anyone else.
Once outside his den, wariness crept over his body. He knew someone might approach him; he had earned a reputation for always being available for his clan before the war, offering advice for even the smallest of issues that didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. His thoughts kept wandering back to the past, haunted by it. It was clear to anyone who looked at him that he wasn't fully present, a victim of his own mind. Trapped inside with no escape. The weight of his memories pressed down on him like a heavy burden, threatening to pull him under.
ooc: heads up I'll probably be editing this with openers I have in the bag but rn I only have Spider's wrote also woopsies
  Fleetflick Where StarlingClan Camp | With Open !
He practically trotted into camp with a small mouse in his mouth, his tail sweeping over the ground lazily. The tom had been up since well before the sun had started to rise, taking the chance to just wander off around the territory for a bit. Explore a bit, get lost in his thoughts. His head was raised high in pride as he made his way to the fresh-kill pile, dropping the catch down before turning his body. It wasn't just about the fresh-kill; it was about basking in the glow of recognition, a momentary escape from the solitude that clung to him.
He cast a languid gaze over the familiar surroundings, absorbing the sights and scents of the camp. The routine of the territory, the mundane tasks that kept the clan ticking, sparked a flicker of restlessness within him.
Being on his own was fine, following the whims of his own paws, but sometimes he found himself longing for company. It always felt better when someone was there to praise him for his accomplishments, after all. As he lingered in the camp clearing, his thoughts wandered, and he found himself yearning for some form of interaction to break the monotony.
But it couldn't just be any cat, could it? He certainly wasn't overly fond of a few of the cats in this new clan. His mind drifted back to the war he had been in. Despite the hardships, which he certainly did face despite what others may think, he didn't regret choosing StarlingClan. The tom never held regrets in his life, letting the currents of fate carry his paws wherever they pleased.
Yes, that's what he should do here, right? Let his paws guide him to a cat he would grace with his presence for the day. They could join him in the territory, explore together. He could even show them the neat rock he found, too big for him to carry back to camp in his mouth alone, but with two cats? He could possibly manage it. His own nest was filled with little bits of the territory, much to the disdain of his den mates, he was sure. Feathers, small pebbles, even random flowers he found interesting.
"Does anyone want to go...hunting today?" he called out into the camp, his tail flicking excitedly. The words were a lure, a tempting promise of the false hope of prey. Surely, it would work. Yet, the truth was, he had already caught prey earlier, and there was no real need for more. The excitement in his tone masked the subtle game he played, a playful manipulation to break the repetition and draw in unsuspecting companions for the day.
ooc: don't fall for his tricks pls also I think ima just leave it with these three for now unless anyone would rather interact with Sun or Misty 
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Post by Sand on Feb 23, 2024 13:46:21 GMT -5
Morelstream of StarlingClan StarlingClan Camp — accompanied by: Kestrelpaw she/her - warrior
 Morelstream was a feline of dependency, one that any cat would trust their life with. She was punctual most of the time, but today was different. She couldn't sleep during the night, so she lied in her nest restlessly. By the time she had fallen asleep, it was a few hours before dawn.
The cream tabby she-cat grumbled drowsily to herself as she padded out of the warriors' den, shaking out her messy coat. She hoped Kestrelpaw would be patient for once and if they weren't... well, she'd have to deal with it. She didn't have much of a choice anyways.
It wasn't long before she noticed her apprentice, bounding their way over to her before coming to a halt. Morelstream stared at Kestrelpaw, her dark amber eyes narrowed slightly. For Nerio's sake, please make my day easier, she thought to herself. She did like the young feline before her, although they were a thorn in her side at times. Even when she would praise the brown tabby, they weren't too keen on it. After all this time, she couldn't believe it! How could a young cat refuse any praise? Back in her apprentice days, Morelstream would beg for it. The cream tabby couldn't understand Kestrelpaw's lack of interest in compliments. That would be a battle for another day.
"Of course we are, Kestrelpaw," the warrior responded, ignoring the fact that Kestrelpaw hadn't greeted her. She took a moment to think about her plans for the brown feline. "Let's go to the lake. We need fresh kill and you could spruce up on your fishing skills."
Morelstream turned towards the vine covered camp entrance, tempted to wait for her apprentice's response. Instead, she decided she would show Kestrelpaw how mentoring was done. "Come on now," she mewed with a flick of her cream ringed tail as she padded away.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Feb 23, 2024 14:30:25 GMT -5
Kestrelpaw Where - StarlingClan Camp - Territory | With Morelstream ( Sand )
They blinked for a moment, processing the words their mentor just spoke. Sprucing up their fishing skills? The scoff bubbled up in Kestrelpaw's throat, but they managed to suppress it, instead opting to stare blankly ahead. As Morelstream started to walk, Kestrelpaw quickly fell into step ahead of them. It wasn't that they wanted to take the lead; they weren't offended. They didn't feel offense at things. They were content to walk in silence with their mentor, allowing the sounds of the territory to drown out any potential conversation.
However, they knew they should probably speak up. They had observed a few apprentices rise through the ranks by being friendly with their mentors. Apparently, it helped speed up the learning process if you were on good terms with your mentor, rather than treating them merely as a source of information to be absorbed. Could Kestrelpaw manage small talk, though? They had never tried; it wasn't something they cared about. If it didn't involve the improvement of their skills, it was quickly dismissed. After a few more short paces, they finally opened their mouth.
"You were late. Why?" Their tail flicked, showing no hint of anger behind the words, even if they sounded accusatory. They couldn't care less about Morelstream's petty issues with sleeping; perhaps they should just swallow some random herbs from the medicine cat's den if it was that bad. It wasn't like her to be late, she was one of the few warriors they could respect in that regard, after all. "You shouldn't be late. It's unlike you. It's not warrior-like," Kestrelpaw continued, staring ahead now. Were they scolding their mentor? No, they didn't see it that way. They were simply engaging in the small talk everyone seemed to like so much, helping their mentor out by reminding them of the few things they had learned.
The logical side of Kestrelpaw's mind couldn't help but process the deviation from Morelstream's usual punctuality. A deviation from the norm, a potential anomaly that begged for an explanation. Kestrelpaw wasn't prone to understanding the nuances of social interactions, but they understood the importance of discipline and adherence to established routines. Warriors, in their eyes, should embody these qualities.
As they walked, Kestrelpaw considered the possibility of external factors affecting Morelstream's usual behavior. Perhaps there was something they could assist with, a way to restore the routine that seemed disrupted. It wasn't a display of empathy; it was an acknowledgment of efficiency and functionality within the clan structure. After all, maintaining discipline was vital, even for a mentor like Morelstream.
ooc: this just in -- kestrelpaw has been drowned in the local lake
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Post by Sand on Feb 25, 2024 14:09:53 GMT -5
[ breaking news: local teacher arrested after drowning her student in local lake. will be adding starters for Birch, Little & Perch to this post. ] Morelstream of StarlingClan starlingclan territory -> cypress lake — accompanied by: Kestrelpaw she/her - warrior
The sound of swallows twittering was welcomed by Morelstream as Kestrelpaw wasn’t too keen on talking right now. She wasn’t angry at her apprentice at all, she just thought they needed some taste of their own medicine. Even she knew that the brown tabby would feel uncomfortable with her previous comment. She may have not known them for long, but every cat had a limit.
As soon as Kestrelpaw took the lead, Morelstream forced herself to hold back a scoff. Just who did they think they were? The deputy? She was the mentor, not them. She was used to being bossed around before, but it was unusual for an apprentice to do so. Unless she told them that it was okay, of course.
The cream tabby raised an eyebrow at Kestrelpaw while they made their way down a slope. She made her way up to their side, eyeing the young cat dubiously. Their sudden turn at making talk surprised her, so Morelstream continued to stare at Kestrelpaw whilst padding alongside them. She was going to try her best to not take their comments as an accusation. Yet she couldn’t help but think it was a gripe. As they continued speaking, Morelstream’s dark gaze narrowed at her apprentice. How dare they scold her! She was the warrior here, not Kestrelpaw. She held back a hiss as she lessened the pace.
"I couldn’t sleep and by the time I fell asleep, it was dawn," she explained without showing any emotion to the young feline.
The lake was not far from the pair now, its turquoise waters shining in the sun. The clouds had finally disappeared which made Morelstream feel less uneasy. Although it would cause some problems for fishing, there were other prey that they could catch too. Yet her mind lingered on Kestrelpaw’s words. Maybe I shouldn’t be too hard on him, she thought, but decided otherwise. If her apprentice was going to interrogate her, then she would do the same.
"Who made you my mentor?" the cream tabby she-cat retorted, turning to face Kestrelpaw. "I haven’t had a mentor in thirty-eight moons. My behavior may have not been normal, but I am always punctual and every cat knows it. Now, do you want to end up in the lake or not?"
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Littlepaw of OliveClan OliveClan Camp — accompanied by: open she/her - apprentice 
Littlepaw crawled around the apprentices’ den, forcing her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She was still trying to find her way out despite having spent some time in the den. Letting out a grumble, the grey tabby she-cat finally wormed her way out of the den. "You would think they would have fixed up this tunnel moons ago," she muttered to herself.
The apprentice padded slowly into the camp’s clearing, trying to push the memories of the war out of her head. Although Littlepaw was young when the war started, she could remember the shrieks and howls coming from her clanmates. She remembered huddling in the nursery with the queens and kits. Sometimes the elders even joined them too. She let out a shaky sigh, digging her claws into the smooth ground beneath it. Littlepaw shrugged her shoulders, realizing that she wasn’t the only cat out in the clearing. She could see Spiderwatcher, who had just left his den. Littlepaw didn’t know much about him and rarely spoke to him. Maybe there was something she could do outside of camp so she could escape the dreary memories that clouded her thoughts.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Feb 25, 2024 15:19:45 GMT -5
Kestrelpaw Where - Cypress Lake | With Morelstream ( Sand )
Kestrelpaw tilted their head momentarily before turning to look at the lake in front of them. Was Morelstream upset? Surely not; she had no reason to be upset. This wasn't how it usually went; they watched other warriors and apprentices speak. It was a pleasant interaction. If they said something wrong, whatever it was would need to be pondered.
"I don't believe I'm your mentor, but I do believe it's in my position as a cat of StarlingClan to point out whenever we have shortcomings. I would like you to do the same," they sighed. It was a straightforward observation, a statement devoid of emotion but filled with the practicality of clan life. They would expect the same thing said to them if they were late, even by a few moments. A weakness, something to be addressed. But then, their mentor brought up something else that caused their ear to flick. Perhaps Kestrelpaw had misread everything. For once in their life, they could be wrong about this. Maybe Morelstream wasn't mad at them?
"Would that help with fishing? If I wound up in the lake?" they asked, suddenly diving their whole body into the water. Water droplets scattered into the air at their movement. Kestrelpaw didn't seem too bothered as they went further into the water, bringing their muzzle further upwards to prevent inhaling the water. They had seen some cats in the past try to dive in for fish before, but they hated the idea of it. It seemed rather inefficient.
"Wouldn't it be hard to see fish if I wound up underwater?" Kestrelpaw questioned, their body submerged in the lake. They weren't about to try opening their eyes underwater, risking their eyesight for the sake of a small piece of prey.
The ripples in the water surrounded them, and Kestrelpaw remained still, a calmness in their demeanor as they considered the various aspects of fishing techniques. Kestrelpaw seemed to have shifted topics suddenly, no longer fixated on the tardiness of their mentor. It appeared they never cared about it fully in the first place, as their attention now centered on the training technique Morelstream seemed to be pushing onto them.
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Post by Sand on Feb 27, 2024 12:52:40 GMT -5
Morelstream cypress lake — accompanied by: Kestrelpaw she/her - warrior
It began to appear that Kestrelpaw was terribly bad at interpreting Morelstream's words. In her mind, they were being disrespectful towards her and she didn't like that. What was the point of mentoring a young cat if they were going to accuse her of ridiculous allegations? She wondered if the apprentice ever learned about small talk because this was not it.
She chose to listen to the brown tabby although she wasn't as willing as before. Shortcomings? One night, I'm late to take them out for training and I get called out because of my shortcomings? she thought bitterly, her gaze wandering to Kestrelpaw. "That must mean I can point out all of your shortcomings too," Morelstream mewed in a stern tone while keeping her gaze on them.
She was going to be tough on him, no matter what. If the brown tabby wanted to pick a fight, then so be it. The cream tabby wasn’t interested in bickering with her apprentice, but she was going to teach them a lesson. Maybe then they would learn to back off and trust her completely.
As they dove into the water, Morelstream watched with curiosity. Was Kestrelpaw trying to prove something to her? They were being quite cheeky towards her too! Letting out a soft snort, "That depends if you’re looking for a new way to fish. Maybe you will discover something that no cat has."
The older she-cat stood on the lake shore, the waves reaching to her cream colored paws. As soon as Kestrelpaw submerged themself into the water, the mentor was oddly amused yet annoyed. If they wanted to try a new hunting technique, she was all for it. Plus, it would be hilarious to see. "You could see them obviously. Are you willing to risk your life for a piece of prey by fishing underwater?" Morelstream questioned, sitting upright with her claws unsheathed. "Take your pick, Kestrelpaw. You can hunt on shore like me and improve your skills. Or you can try to fish underwater. What will it be?"
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Feb 27, 2024 13:38:06 GMT -5
Kestrelpaw Where - Cypress Lake | With Morelstream (Sand )
They could feel the weight of the water tugging at their fur now, a persistent force trying to pull them back down under. Kestrelpaw slowly made their way back to the shoreline, the droplets clinging to their fur. Pausing, they cast a silent look to Morelstream before briskly shaking their pelt, freeing it from the lingering moisture. It was her fault for standing so close to them; if she got wet, it was her own doing. Turning back around to face the lake, they watched the water intently, although the once-clear view had now blurred.
After finding nothing of interest in the water, Kestrelpaw decided to engage in small talk once more. It seemed to be working, albeit distracting from the intended training. Morelstream continued talking, despite the fact they were meant to be focused on their training. It diverted their attention, not exactly a welcome development, but Kestrelpaw acknowledged that they initiated this.
"You are supposed to point those out, isn't that why you're my mentor?" Confusion colored their words. Why was Morelstream stating the obvious? Did the lack of sleep mess with her head? Perhaps this problem went deeper than being late, and their mentor was going senile. How old were they again? Fifty-something moons, too young for that. Kestrelpaw turned themselves so they were fully facing Morelstream, eyes sweeping over her pelt for signs of injury that could cause damage.
"You were the one who suggested me to go into the lake, with the whole 'do you want to end up in the lake or not?' comment." Kestrelpaw wasn't concerned for their mentor, but they were concerned for their training now. How could they be properly trained by a warrior who didn't even remember what they had told them? Or worse, lied? Where was the honor in that?
"Perhaps you need more rest or we should get you checked out by the medicine cat. You are talking like you've got bees in your brain." They added the last part quietly, turning to look back at the water. The water had finally settled back from their intrusion yet no fish had returned just yet, as if they could hear the two talking and were avoiding this particular area.
ooc: I'm going to change his color because each time I get the light blue post format its hard to read blech
Spiderwatcher Where - OliveClan Camp | With - Darkstep ( Brownie )
He caught sight of his father and felt the prick at his pelt at the sight of him. He felt compelled to approach, but at this current moment in time, he was holding off, watching as Darkstep tore at different herbs. Was he disappointed in them? Spiderwatcher knew that he chose to stay with OliveClan, under Spiderwatcher's rule, but that didn't change the fact that a bloody war had started before the split. With a small sigh, he brought himself back to his paws and walked over to where Darkstep was, still watching as he worked away at the herbs before him. They looked similar to how his nest appeared when he woke up, torn apart, something that was probably caused by distraction.
He cleared his throat to draw Darkstep's attention to him before walking around so he was directly beside him, sweeping his paw over the now-ruined herbs. He was no use in this situation, knowing little to nothing about how to fix the herbs if that was even possible, but he wanted to do something. Distract himself, hear his father speak to him about anything. How pitiful, he thought to himself for a moment, to seek comfort in the tom who supported his brother more than himself. Then again, he could see why. Birchfog, now Birchtalon, was more capable when it came to fighting, protecting the clan with his claws. Spiderwatcher was more prone to avoid fighting at all costs, thinking of every solution beside that.
"Do you need to gather more, Darkstep?" His voice was a low whisper, a simple offering behind his words. He would go with him to gather more herbs if he needed to. Anything to escape the camp walls for a short bit. "I think I saw a few not far off." Why did conversation feel so forced now? He never felt this way before, usually he was at ease when talking to others. Letting it flow, even if the other cat was uncomfortable with his presence.
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Post by Sand on Feb 27, 2024 15:22:35 GMT -5
Morelstream cypress lake — accompanied by: Kestrelpaw she/her - warrior
Morelstream was used to the feeling of water droplets on her pelt since she was an apprentice. The fond or, well, not so fond memories of other cats flinging droplets at her when she was dry was something she’d never forget. Her mentor had done it once in which they caught her by surprise– plus, it had irritated her.
When Kestrelpaw did the same to her after making their way to the shoreline, she almost leapt out of her fur. She held back a hiss, instead cleaning her pelt where the droplets had landed. The cream tabby shot her apprentice a warning look before her gaze made its way to the lake.
There were some fish, but the water was a bit muddy today. If they were going to fish, they might have to move further down the lake’s shoreline for a clearer spot. ”Earlier you mentioned my shortcomings, then I offer a way for you to fix yours– fishing is one, by the way. It seems that you still don’t understand what I’m trying to say,” Morelstream meowed in an unyielding tone. She straightened up once more, her dark amber eyes focused on the moving waters before them.
For an apprentice, she found Kestrelpaw to be rather apathetic, especially for their age. She wondered if the civil war had anything to do with it, but she would prefer to avoid that topic in particular. She rolled her eyes before turning towards the brown tabby cat. "I didn’t mean for you to literally get in the lake. For an apprentice, you sure are something," she retorted as her tail lashed behind her.
More rest? Seeing the healer? Bees in my brain? she thought furiously, knowing full well that she felt insulted by Kestrelpaw’s comments. If she had bees in her brain, she would know. Morelstream stared at the young cat, doing her best to hold back any unnecessary insults. "I don’t have bees in my brain, but thank you for caring so much about my health," she remarked before returning her gaze to the water. "I think you scared off all of the fish in the lake, Kestrelpaw. Well done! I’ve never had an apprentice do that before."
She paused momentarily, letting out a soft sigh. The cream tabby she-cat knew she needed to focus on teaching Kestrelpaw how to fish. They needed to work on their fishing skills, like she had told them. "Let’s focus on fishing. You can do that, right?" Morelstream told them. Maybe some focus would do the pair some good.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Feb 27, 2024 15:49:40 GMT -5
Kestrelpaw Where - Cypress Lake | With Morelstream (Sand )
Kestrelpaw was already engrossed in observing the water once more, diligently watching for any signs of fish. The hope lingered that if they managed to catch one, perhaps Morelstream would move on. In their silent wish, Kestrelpaw contemplated the prospect of their mentor retiring to the elder's den where she seemingly belonged, given her confusing and nonsensical statements. The sound of Morelstream's voice broke their concentration, prompting them to turn their head back to her and blink slowly. Carefully processing every word she uttered, Kestrelpaw remained focused on the task at paw.
"Fishing? Is that not why we are out here? I wouldn't say you were pointing it out, considering I knew already. We haven't trained in this before." Despite the lack of helpfulness, Kestrelpaw decided to let it slide for now, choosing to return to their concentration on the water. A small fish swam past them, seemingly insignificant, and they maintained their stillness. In their mind, it wasn't worth the effort.
"I am something else. I'm the only apprentice who has a mentor trying to play kit games with them, like throwing me in the lake." They huffed, deciding to shift their position downstream. Ears perked, they continued along, listening for any other prey that might be nearby. If they couldn't catch a fish, surely they could return with something else of note for the clan. The idea of returning empty-pawed was not an option for them; hungry bellies were no good in defense. Turning their head to call over their shoulder at Morelstream as she continued to speak, Kestrelpaw asserted, "We are working on my fishing skills; can we not do both? I don't believe fish have ears to hear us." Annoyed at the disruption to their training, but also seeking an escape from under their mentor's misguided guidance, Kestrelpaw begrudgingly engaged in a somewhat friendly exchange in hopes she would just go ahead and let them become a warrior. She was locked into this now, no escape.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Feb 27, 2024 22:07:00 GMT -5
Spiderwatcher Where - OliveClan Camp | With - Darkstep ( Brownie )
The tom lingered in silence for a moment, his scrutiny fixed on the bits still stubbornly clinging to his paw. With a deliberate shake, he freed himself from the debris, observing as the remnants fell gracefully to the ground. Shifting his attention to the older tom beside him, Spiderwatcher contemplated the difficulty of coaxing a conversation between the two. Was it a persistent strain that had always existed, or a realization brought forth by the aftermath of recent events?
Maybe the strain had always lingered, and Spiderwatcher had been too steeped in his own blissful arrogance to notice it before. Swiftly, he buried the thought in the recesses of his mind. He couldn't allow others to glimpse how deeply it had affected him. He needed to maintain the facade of the same tom, the same leader as before – perhaps even more so with his own father.
His eyes traced the veins of the more successful piece Darkstep had carved out. "Hm, I see. What is this used for?" Spiderwatcher attempted to keep the conversation flowing, a desperate plea for connection in this moment. It seemed familiar, a persistent sensation tugging at the edges of his mind. Spiderwatcher knew he could likely figure it out, or at least attempt to recall what it was, if he focused hard enough. But he didn't want to. What he yearned for was to hear it from Darkstep himself.
Catching the words that left Darkstep's muzzle, Spiderwatcher shook his head, lowering it to meet his father's good eye as he adopted a serious demeanor. Instantly, a sense of familiarity washed over him. While the medicine cat had never sought him out for advice, and wasn't doing so now, Spiderwatcher felt compelled to try and offer something, anything.
"You chose this life after serving as a deputy, a warrior, for many moons. I'm sure if this path wasn't yours to follow, one of the Gods or Goddesses would have spoken up," he stated, the weight of his words settling heavily onto him. As he turned to look away, his gaze fixed on a wall in the far corner of camp, a shiver ran down his spine. It felt like he was lying, even though he desperately wanted to believe in his own words. But did they speak up when his own sibling first attacked him? No, it was nearly three moons later they came to them with a solution.
ooc: my mind blanks on everything tbh lmao
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Post by Sand on Feb 28, 2024 17:35:35 GMT -5
Morelstream cypress lake — accompanied by: Kestrelpaw she/her - warrior, starlingclan
Morelstream kept her gaze on the water, not moving a single bit as the water swayed back and forth. She and Kestrelpaw needed to catch some prey because she didn't want to go back to came empty-handed. How embarrassing would that be? A full grown warrior returning to camp with nothing to show for it? She didn't even want to think of the consequences. Even she knew that Birchtalon would be displeased.
The cream tabby's ears pricked at the sound of Kestrelpaw's voice, knowing that whatever they were going to say would be full of sass. Morelstream realized she had yet to show the brown tabby cat how to fish properly, at least to her standards. For the gods' and goddesses' sakes, I'm a fool! she thought, not uttering a word to the apprentice for several moments. "Of course we're out here to fish," the warrior mewed sternly, trying to keep her cool.
She noticed that Kestrelpaw didn't bother to go after the small fish that swam past them. It was puzzling, considering that a small fish would have been a decent first catch. However, she knew her apprentice wanted the biggest catch of all. Nothing was going to stop the young feline from getting it either. Certainly not Morelstream. She hunched down a bit, leaning forward enough so that her shadow wasn't noticeable over the water. "I did not want to physically throw you into the lake," she told them through gritted teeth. If I did, you'd be in the water already, she thought to herself.
A skinny perch swam not too far from Morelstream and her amber eyes widened. This was her chance to show Kestrelpaw how fishing was done. "They may not have ears, but they are sneaky creatures," she commented to the brown tabby, too engrossed in her hunt. "Come over here, but slowly. There's a perch just waiting to be caught by us."
The cream tabby she-cat stayed quiet for a moment, her gaze locked on to the perch as it swam before the two cats. "Make sure your shadow doesn't scare it away, Kestrelpaw. You don't want the fish to know that you're here," Morelstream instructed before continuing on. "Once it comes closer to you, plunge your paw into the water and use your claws to hook it. Then you should be able to scoop it out. You have to kill it as soon as possible or it will jump back in the water. Now then, are you ready or not?"
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Feb 28, 2024 18:24:31 GMT -5
Kestrelpaw Where - Cypress Lake | With Morelstream (Sand )
Morelstream's earlier comment still lingered in Kestrelpaw's mind, but for now, they focused on the task at hand. Moving to stand beside their mentor, Kestrelpaw walked with a slow and deliberate pace, mindful not to disturb any fish Morelstream claimed to have spotted. Stopping beside the cream tabby, they crouched down, a subtle shift in demeanor as they prepared to engage in fishing – a new skill to master, even if the prospect of the catch wasn't the most appealing.
"So... it's like when you hunt anything?" Kestrelpaw whispered, revealing their lack of amusement regarding Morelstream's earlier shadow warning. Basic principles: be wary of your shadow, control your scent, watch for sticks – all standard guidelines. Yet, the challenge lay in the execution. How does one efficiently swipe their paw into the water without alerting the fish to their presence? Fish were undoubtedly more adept at underwater maneuvering. Despite the apparent simplicity, the task required finesse.
They carefully observed the water, eyes fixed on the fish, contemplating the strategy. "Just scoop it out. Easy," they muttered to themselves. If their mentor – whom they still suspected of senility – could master this, so could they. Careful not to let their tail betray any movement, Kestrelpaw continued to eye the fish with focused determination. A quick, precise motion was all it took. Easy, right? The perch danced back and forth in the water, teasingly close before darting away again. Kestrelpaw remained motionless, a silent observer, muscles tense as they fixated on the fish. Patiently waiting, they tracked its movements. When the perch ventured just a whisker closer, Kestrelpaw seized the moment, striking with swift precision. The fish soared into the air.
However, their claws didn't penetrate deeply enough, sending the perch tumbling far onto the shore. A hiss escaped Kestrelpaw as they approached the flailing fish, stalking over to it. The young tabby watched as the perch struggled to return to the water. Bending their head down, Kestrelpaw scooped it into their mouth, careful to push their tongue back to avoid the taste. The fish continued to twitch, hitting their chest before finally going limp. The apprentice dropped it near Morelstream, lifting their head to address the she-cat.
"It's dead. My claws just aren't that long," they explained, a puff of air escaping them as they glanced back to the water. Despite the imperfect kill, the fact that they had successfully caught and dispatched the fish held significance for Kestrelpaw.
ooc: Mm I'm thinking -- based on the post and whatnot, Kestrelpaw probably is not good at hunting, like at all, but good at fighting. Like they can do the kill but it's more based on luck than actual skill.
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Post by Sand on Mar 1, 2024 12:23:27 GMT -5
[ this just in: woman gets a student that isn't the best at hunting and it will break her. ] Morelstream cypress lake — accompanied by: Kestrelpaw she/her - warrior, starlingclan
Morelstream preferred when Kestrelpaw was focused on the task at paw as it allowed her to focus too. Plus, it meant she got a bit of a break from their bickering. "Yes and no. Fishing requires perfect execution whereas hunting a mouse can be done with less," she whispered back, watching the fish dance in the water.
She loved to fish and it was one of her favorite skills to teach. She hoped Kestrelpaw would be decent at it for their own good and hers. It also meant she got some bragging rights over the other mentors and their apprentices. She wasn’t a senile, aging elder– Morelstream was a stealthy warrior or at least that’s what she saw in herself. As for the brown tabby, she thought they were argumentative. If the apprentice wasn’t so quarrelsome, the two would have no issues and she was sure of that.
The sudden movement of the fish soaring into the air caught her attention immediately. Morelstream stared expectantly, watching as Kestrelpaw’s claws didn’t kill the perch in one go. They were lucky that the fish landed far from shore as it was unable to make its way back in time. Still, she watched with interest as the young apprentice used their teeth to kill it. Not bad, just a bit of an odd kill, she thought to herself.
With this fish by her, the warrior glanced at it, knowing that it wasn’t a perfect kill. However, a kill was a kill. She grinned at Kestrelpaw, full of uncontainable pride. "You did wonderful for your first time!" she praised them, her cream tail flicking around like a dog’s. "Your claws will get longer as you grow, don’t worry. The first time isn’t the last. You did a great job! Want to try again or would you prefer to hunt on land?"
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Birchtalon StarlingClan camp — accompanied by: Fleetflick they/them - leader of starlingclan 
Birchtalon was pleased with their new camp whether it was temporary or not. Yet the sounds of the forest made them miss the water dripping in OliveClan's cave camp. They had known it since they were born and they still heard it in their sleep, despite the fact they were sleeping in a tree log. The drip drop was forever fastened in his mind. In the meantime, they sat in the clearing forming ideas for patrols until they noticed Fleetflick.
To be honest, the white and black cat didn’t remember much about Fleetflick that they found to be memorable. It was harsh, but it was the truth. Their yellow gaze flickered over to the russet colored tom, who was acting so strangely in their opinion. They weren’t opposed to Fleetflick by all means– after all, the warrior had chosen StarlingClan and not OliveClan. That in itself was a win, even if it was a bloody one.
There was one thing Birchtalon liked about Fleetflick that he was so carefree and lived with no regrets. They sometimes wished they could be like that, but would it be worth it? Probably not, considering that they were now a leader of their own clan with their rightful clanmates and territory. The white and black feline shook their head, deciding to leave their thoughts as is.
Hunting with him? It’s doable, they pondered as they gazed around the camp to see if any other cats would take up Fleetflick’s offer. No cat stood or spoke up, so Birchtalon padded over to him. "I’ll come along," they offered before their yellow eyes locked onto the fresh kill pile. The clan could always do with more. They had mouths to feed anyways. "So, Fleetflick, since you’re going to lead the patrol… where are we headed?"
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Post by Sand on Mar 24, 2024 14:07:46 GMT -5
[ will get up Birch's reply next. ] Morelstream cypress lake — accompanied by: Kestrelpaw she/her - warrior
Morelstream was too engrossed with her kill to be bothered by Kestrelpaw’s list of rules. She knew that the apprentice could go on and make a case as to why they didn’t need praise, that they don’t require it, and so on. It was an annoying argument that Kestrelpaw continued to bring up and Morelstream was growing frustrated by the minute. Yet she chose to listen anyway out of deep curiosity.
"Fine. If you feel that you do not require them, then I won’t bother giving them," the cream tabby molly meowed in a stern, apathetic tone. Even though the war had done a number on her, Morelstream wasn’t built like Kestrelpaw. She wanted some positivity in her life. Was that so hard to ask for? Apparently so, seeing that the brown tabby cat before her thought he was still a young soldier.
Carefully, she turned to face Kestrelpaw before settling herself down on the shore. Her deep amber gaze fixated on the apprentice and her ears twitched as they got more spontaneous in their response. Morelstream hadn’t expected to get such a reaction from the apprentice. "I never said you had to praise each clanmate of yours and respect them at the same time. However, some cats like positivity in their lives, considering all that has happened over the past few moons," she mewed, her gaze unmoving. "You do know that you have earned your spot here in StarlingClan as an apprentice. Otherwise you wouldn’t have earned the name of Kestrelpaw or the opportunity to train underneath a fantastic mentor."
Yes, she was going to give herself a pat on the back. The fluffy cream tabby knew she was an excellent mentor, but she had her flaws. Morelstream didn’t bother to focus on those when she had Kestrelpaw here, tearing her values apart. She didn't find it to be right, although she was never one who cared for criticism. Kestrelpaw is just an apprentice. They don’t know everything yet, she reminded herself, trying to keep her cool. The moment she heard a tiny bit of praise, Morelstream couldn’t help but grin inwardly.
Suddenly, Kestrelpaw began to change their words– she didn’t know why, but it was slowly beginning to make some sense. The brown tabby didn’t want to praise her, they wanted to teach her a lesson. What am I? A kit? she thought, holding back a sneer. "Interesting how you almost praised me for my kill yet you doubled back. Instead, you decided to teach me a lesson like I’m a kit. You do have a way with words, that’s for sure," the warrior meowed, trying not to sound snarky.
Morelstream’s gaze followed Kestrelpaw’s, noticing that they were looking at their two fish. Two wasn’t good enough for her, so it shouldn’t be good enough for them too. "We need to catch two more fish. I’m not returning back to camp with only two," she demanded. "The faster we fish, the better."
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Post by Sand on Apr 1, 2024 11:47:40 GMT -5
Birchtalon divided valley border — accompanied by: Fleetflick they/them - leader
Birchtalon much preferred quicker, steady patrols compared to the one that Fleetflick was leading. The other tom reminded him of a dog, stopping every so often to inspect something. It didn’t matter what it was, but Fleetflick would stop. Birchtalon was becoming frustrated with their clanmate. It seemed that the orange tom was distracted by anything and everything. They couldn’t help but wonder if it was on purpose or a stupid mistake.
The white and black cat blinked slowly, hearing the warrior’s sarcastic comment. "Oh, I’m sure you are," they mewed icily. Suddenly, their tone became cheeky. "Any cat would be honored to be in your position, Fleetflick. It’s a shame that you aren’t too excited."
Birchtalon was beginning to think that Fleetflick knew nothing about StarlingClan at all. Did he even know his clanmates or kin? For Nerio’s sake, was the ginger tom out of his mind? They stared at their patrolmate when they mentioned Morelstream and Rowanheart. The two cats were older than Fleetflick and Morelstream was older than Birchtalon. Maybe he had a point– older cats meant more experience and more willingness to do a decent job. Unlike Fleetflick, of course. "The opportunity I’m offering to you is something you should crave. Giving it up so easily is ludicrous."
As Fleetflick dashed forward, the white and black leader followed at a slower pace. If Fleetflick wasn’t going to be serious about becoming a patrol leader, so be it. They didn’t need him when there were candidates out there. After all, Fleetflick had just given him two candidates. Their gaze followed the warrior’s, watching as he pushed a decent sized rock. They were quite confused, what exactly was the point of the ginger tom’s part of the patrol? Their gaze widened a bit, observing Fleetflick as he hopped onto the rock and maintained his balance.
Birchtalon, for the most part, was surprised yet perplexed by their clanmate. They had too many questions which were dumb and unnecessary. Yet they listened to Fleetflick, curiosity boring into them. He has a lot of dexterity yet he chooses to use it for this? Climbing a stupid, meaningless rock? they thought, letting out a huff of discontentment. However, Birchtalon realized something– they could have their way with Fleetflick if they wanted to. Just a bit of harmless fun. No cat would disagree with that!
"This rock is why you wanted to come out to the border, correct?" they asked, stepping closer to Fleetflick and the grey rock. The white and black cat surveyed their clanmate as he stood on it. It was like a stage, a place for a leader to stand and use during announcements. Did this rock actually have potential?
"Oh, Fleetflick, Fleetflick. I think you have found something more than a lost soul of a rock. This rock right here could be for a leader. Someone of importance," they began, tempted to stand on the stony platform with the ginger feline. There wasn’t enough room, but if they had to push Fleetflick off, it wasn’t a problem. "Move over, I want to see if I can fit on it!"
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Apr 1, 2024 12:53:25 GMT -5
Kestrelpaw Where - Cypress Lake | With Morelstream (Sand )
"I won't deny that you're one of the... better mentors in the clan," they conceded, their tone devoid of any hint of flattery. To Kestrelpaw, it was simply a statement of fact. Despite Morelstream's fixation on the concept of praise, she was undeniably a formidable warrior with much to impart. Among the available mentors in the clan, she was certainly not the worst option.
Kestrelpaw struggled to comprehend what was amiss with the compliment they had offered earlier. Wasn't it a compliment, after all? They wouldn't extend such acknowledgment to just anyone. The notion that Morelstream interpreted their words as treating her like a kit left them confused. Had they scolded her or questioned her competence, as one might with a young kit? Certainly not, primarily because Morelstream was anything but small or inexperienced.
"Treating you like a kit? I don't recall inquiring about your desire to play with a moss ball or the reason behind your venture beyond the border," they retorted, a note of exasperation creeping into their voice as they continued to watch the water now. They were beginning to feel an unfamiliar fatigue settling over them. Small talk drained their energy reserves like nothing else, leaving them puzzled at how other cats managed it effortlessly. Was conversation always this draining, or was it simply a skill they hadn't honed?
Lost in their contemplation, they missed the subtle glint of silver scales as they darted through the water. It served as a stark reminder that small talk was indeed detrimental to their training, as they had suspected from the outset. It only served to clutter the mind with unnecessary questions, diverting their focus from the task at paw. Determined to refocus, they intensified their gaze on the water, vigilant for any sign of movement.
Fortune favored Kestrelpaw as another fish glided past, prompting them to strike out with their paw once more. However, their attempt only succeeded in causing the fish to breach the surface. Unwilling to let it slip away, Kestrelpaw acted swiftly, plunging their other forepaw into the water in a desperate grab. Their balance wavered slightly, sending them tumbling into the water alongside their elusive prey. Claws remained embedded in the fish, steadfast in their determination not to lose it.
Thankfully, the water wasn't too deep, allowing them to retrieve the fish with both front paws while submerged. With a quick bite to dispatch their catch, they propelled themselves back onto dry land, the victorious hunter emerging from the depths with their prize clenched firmly in their jaws. With a soft thud, they deposited the fish beside their earlier catch, a subtle acknowledgment of their accomplishment. Keeping their head low, they addressed their mentor once more, their tone dry and matter-of-fact.
"Fishing is too wet."
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Fleetflick Where - Divided Valley | With Birchtalon (sand)
The tom's gaze sharpened as the leader approached the rock, a flicker of displeasure crossing his features at the notion of it becoming a place reserved solely for the clan leader. Fleetflick had never considered Birchtalon to be so possessive. After all, it was he who had stumbled upon the rock, not the leader. With a subtle shift, Fleetflick leaped down from his perch, landing gracefully beside the black and white cat. His posture was proud, his tail flicking behind him as he contemplated his next move..
As the words spilled from Birchtalon's mouth, Fleetflick's mind raced, concocting an excuse to prevent the leader from claiming the rock. Anything to maintain his hold on what he had discovered. "A leader? Who are we to judge who is a leader to nature?" he interjected, his words nonsensical but delivered with conviction. "I believe it would be better suited as a resting place for the clan," he continued, aware that his argument might not hold much weight. But he needed to buy time, to come up with something more convincing.
Leaning in closer to Birchtalon, Fleetflick lowered his voice, as if sharing a confidential secret. "Or perhaps," he suggested, a purr of satisfaction escaping him at his own cunning, "we could settle this with a mock battle. No claws, of course," he added hastily. It was a risky proposal, but he was willing to fight to protect what he believed was rightfully his.
Deep within Fleetflick's mind, a quiet apprehension gnawed at his confidence. The prospect of a physical altercation, even a simulated one, filled him with a sense of unease. It wasn't just the risk of injury that troubled him, though that was certainly a concern. No, what truly weighed on him was the thought of his immaculate pelt bearing the marks of battle scars, like so many of his clanmates, if claws did come out.
His coat, a canvas of russet hues that shimmered in the sunlight, was a source of pride for Fleetflick. Unlike the rugged warriors of StarlingClan, whose fur bore the tales of countless skirmishes, Fleetflick's pelt remained unblemished. It was a symbol of his ego, his grace, his ability to navigate the trials of clan life without ever succumbing to the brutality of combat. The thought of tarnishing that pristine image with the jagged lines of scars sent a shiver down his spine. He couldn't bear the idea of losing the one thing that set him apart, that elevated him above his peers in his eyes.
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Post by Sand on Apr 12, 2024 11:06:19 GMT -5
save for my replies.
(sorry for all the tags, snooze.)
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