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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 15, 2024 9:18:27 GMT -5
[ not me also being extra with replies ] Larchbreeze »
Just as her name suggested she was a breeze, light and gentle and almost teasing in a way. She was calm by nature, gentle by choice, yet a breeze was more than just a weak wind. It carried the potential for larger winds to come. A breeze was the first line of defense, the first gentle warning that more was to come. Soft and peaceful for the most part, but a guardian in its own right. She was the breeze that heralded the storm, and here the storm was beside her, easy for her to read and interpret. He was strong and intimidating, a powerful force to be reckoned with. His teeth was thunder and his claws were lightning. The heart of a warrior beat loyally in his chest. And who could blame him? A good warrior needed to be protective and ready to defend his Clan, and there was no fault in that, but sometimes even the storm needed to rest. If it was too violent then it died out quickly, fading before it could wash the land with its purifying rain. And just as the breeze came before the storm, the breeze followed behind as well, ready to guide the exhausted storm and heal it after all the energy it had expended.
Almost by instinct now - and a bit of perception on the molly’s part - Larchbreeze leaned in to press her nose comfortingly against her mate’s ear. To a steel minded warrior with battle on the forefront, an eagle was an enemy, especially one as big as this eagle. A female it was, for most birds of prey the female was larger. Stormhawk had tended, Larchbreeze could feel the tension snapping into his shoulders. She could almost read his mind as well, knowing that he was going through a wide array of scenarios in which the avian swooped toward them with talons outstretched and sharp beak poised at their throats. Camp was not too far off either, but what use would an eagle have for the thick branches and tangled undergrowth of the forest when its natural hunting grounds were wide open and aquatic? All of PineClan was safe here, and even if the eagle was bony and starved from the recent leaf-bare, Larchbreeze was sure it would much rather go for a fat fish than two full grown warriors who were still leaf-bare thin as well.
In time Larchbreeze hoped that Stormhawk would learn that not everything was a potential threat, but no matter what she would love him and be there for him just as the breeze was for the storm.
Laughter sparked through her lithe frame, joy dancing in her eyes. ”It’s a very pretty bird,” he said. It wasn’t as detailed a compliment as Larchbreeze would have given the feathery predator, but it was a compliment nonetheless, and quite an elegant one coming from a warrior such as Stormhawk. ”Pretty indeed,” the tabby molly agreed. The eagle was pretty, beautiful actually. She was a prime example of her species and displayed just how gorgeous even a deadly creature could be.
A second winged creature made its appearance, but this time it was not a predator, and not really prey, either. Perhaps to a kit it would be prey, but for two grown warriors this animal was simply a sight to marvel upon.
Fluttering among the newly sprouted weeds was the first butterfly of the season. Larchbreeze drew in a breath, amazed to see such a sight this early into newleaf. A tremble ran through her body, the fur along her nape rising in her silent excitement. ”Stormhawk, look, a butterfly already!” Excitement was clear in the way her words trembled, her vocalization hushed yet loud all at the same time. Larchbreeze longed to stick her paw out to the butterfly, but knew better than to do that. Scaring it away was the last thing she wanted to accomplish. ”It does,” she mewed her agreement to the tom’s words, finding only the affection in his speech and none of the teasing that peppered it. ”It must be incredibly strong to have already become a butterfly this early. This might be the earliest I’ve ever seen a butterfly in newleaf.” Larchbreeze scanned the reeds and shoreline for signs of any more butterflies, but nothing stood out to her. ”Do you see anymore?” The tabby asked her mate, knowing that where there was one, there was more somewhere.
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Post by Sand on Feb 15, 2024 12:44:47 GMT -5
Badgerpaw camp — accompanied by: Garlicpaw he/him - apprentice 
Badgerpaw barely made any eye contact with Garlicpaw to realize she was heading his way. He stopped observing the camp clearing when the silver tabby she-cat approached him. He remembered Garlicpaw pretty well, at least from his nursery days. He didn't mind her one bit unlike her littermate, Jaypaw, who seemed like a goody two shoes. The young apprentice's blue eyes held a mischievous glint as he looked up at the older apprentice. "Not really," he told her with a subtle shrug.
He hadn't seen his mentor around yet and it appeared Eagleclaw wasn't coming to get Garlicpaw anytime soon. If anything, the senior warrior was taking a nap. He quickly rose to his paws, leaning in towards the she-cat's neck. "If you're not waiting around for Eagleclaw, want to head out?" Badgerpaw offered, his voice lowered so no cat could hear him.
"I'm sure no cat will spot us leaving. Cherrystorm has his paws full with Asterpaw anyways. I feel for him, really. Hushedhowl and Honeystar are busy planning patrols, so we don't have a lot of time. What do you think?"
The colorpoint tom pulled away while keeping eye contact with Garlicpaw. All he could do was hope that his denmate was willing to agree to his idea.
[ tags: Dew | image credit: wallpapers..com ]
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Post by whispering on Feb 15, 2024 16:19:22 GMT -5
Curl-leaf
shallow lake // with sweetripple 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
A beetle scuttled along through the green and brown foliage of the forest floor. The chatter of the native animals sounded throughout the pine forest. Along with the gentle lapping of the lake as it reached and rolled away from the shore. Hidden in the ferns, crouched Curl-leaf. His amber eyes unblinking as he focused on his prey. The medicine cat was supposed to be collecting herbs. But it was new-leaf! Warmer weather made him feel energized. He had till sunhigh to gather herbs. Tanglewhisker could wait a tad longer, the old badger.
Now, he focused on other tasks. Curl-leaf's rare moments of solitude were important to him. It was the only time he felt he could truly be himself. Well, away from Hazelpaw and Hyaliaecho, at least. He cherished his friends; they were good to him. Hazelpaw- Hazelkit then- had been his first friend when Curl-leaf arrived at PineClan. Hyaliaecho had a sisterly bond with him, which he adored. But there was nothing wrong with having a healthy balance between spending time with others and time with self.
The curly-haired tom's ears twitched as he focused on the unsuspecting beetle, singing a low hum as he watched his enemy. Waggling his haunches, he launched. White paws trapped the bug between them before gently flipping the beetle over. Got you! A purr vibrated from Curl-leaf's chest as he watched the insect struggle to flip to its feet before he offered his assistance. The black cat straightened up, watching the beetle make its escape, amber eyes gleaming with content. It was times like this that made his lone outings all the more worth it. When he didn't have to hold his serious, medicine cat facade and be the inner kit he was. Except he wasn't as alone as he'd thought.
The wind shifted and brought the fresher scent of cat, one of his clanmates. Quickly, Curl-leaf scrambled to his paws and glanced around him. Nearer to the shore, Sweetripple sat looking off into the distance. Embarrassment flushed over him, making seemingly every hair on his pelt prickle. Had she seen him? Pouncing back like a curious kitten? What if she did? What would he say? Oh! Sweetripple, I hadn't noticed you. Me? Your medicine cat, prancing about, catching beetles? But, of course! He cringed at the thought. Maybe she hadn't been watching him. The calico molly seemed distracted enough as is. There was only one way to find out.
His anxiety screamed for him to turn tail and leave. But that was not the way of a medicine cat. He could just picture Tanglewhisker's scowl if he'd done such a cowardly thing. Taking a deep breath, Curl-leaf trotted over to the she-cat. "Hey, Sweetripple." He called out softly despite the redness he felt in his ears. Just be casual. "You're out early."
Everything she wanted, she got. Whether through hard work and dedication or just because she was Ebonyflower. And when you were a she-cat of her status, it was easy for opportunities to fall right into your paws. It always worked out in her favor. A good reputation within the clan, her warrior name, her first apprentice- all rewarded to her thanks to her silver tongue. Now was for her next area to master: love.
Ebonyflower was no stranger to romance. The chocolate molly had had her fair share of flirting and attraction but never much beyond that. She had never had feelings that compelled her to deepen the relationship, to want to know love. Until that fateful patrol, she'd gotten to know Velvetshade, a glimpse into his character. Okay, he had his fair share of kits and gossip among her clanmates. Very fair share amount of kits. But you could not be so quick to judge a cat without knowing them. And when she had, Ebonyflower was immediately intrigued with what she saw, with the qualities the tom had that could- would -be passed to make strong kits, along with her own top-notch genes, of course. She had Antblaze to thank for that. Her father was a fine and respected warrior despite his many relationships and kits. She adored her father. Even if her siblings had more colorful emotions towards him, he was all Ebonyflower had. And perhaps that was why she was so drawn to Velvetshade.
He was handsome and charming, though judged by many. Maybe he was misunderstood. Maybe Ebonyflower was the cat that could fix him. No, she was the cat who could fix him. Because the molly wasn't just some pushover, head-over-paws kind of cat. She'd make the spotted tom see her worth if it was the last thing she did.
Now she sat near the camp entrance, waiting for him. Sunlight dazzled onto her deep brown fur, making it shine. Her eyes narrowed to slits as she purred, enjoying the early morning crisp and warmth. Then she heard that tantalizing meow. Green eyes opened, and an amused purr escaped her. She may or may not have played a part in patrolling with Velvetshade this morning, but that didn't matter. It'd all worked out in her favor.
"Successful? I can't be certain with so many distractions around."
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 15, 2024 18:18:18 GMT -5
Velvetshade »
Velvetshade purred, a sound so silky smooth to his ears. He walked a circle around the chocolate brown molly that sat waiting for his arrival, his tail brushing against her flank, a ghost of a touch. He pulled away from the other warrior, standing a whisker length away from her. Far enough that he was no longer brushing against her - wanting her to beg for the next brush of fur he could give her - but still close enough that he could make out every detail of Ebonyflower’s pelt. See every tendril of fur that flashed in the sunlight, bare witness to every ripple of muscle that glided underneath that coat of hers.
Looking at her, he couldn’t help but ponder upon her name. Was ebony a shade of black rather than brown? It would make more sense if she had the pelt color of a raven’s plumage, but alas, was Velvetshade the right cat to judge the name of another? He himself was named after the velvet that grew upon the antlers of deer species, and that fuzzy exterior was not reminiscent to the color of his own pelt. He had no room to judge the name of another.
Besides, he told himself, his name fit him just fine as did Ebonyflower’s. They could be mismatched together.
He chuffed. That would be a good line to use for some sweet talking later if names were brought up. He could see to it that that topic would appear eventually.
Velvetshade’s attention snapped back to Ebonyflower, her words settling over him like fallen clouds. The molly had a certain charm to her that did draw Velvetshade in, he had to admit a part found her interesting, but then again, why go after a cat that was dull and boring? It wouldn’t be much of a game if he had no rush of excitement to keep him going.
He raised a brow toward the molly, a skeptical look crossed his features. ”Are you trying to tell me a warrior like you gets distracted? Why, Ebonyflower, I had no idea. Great warriors like yourself surely stay focused on the task at paw.” His smooth words lolled with a scoff of disbelief. Velvetshade held Ebonyflower’s gaze a moment longer before he turned in a languid motion toward the camp’s exit. ”Shall we test your focus then?” The rosetted tom cared not for waiting on the rest of their patrol. For all he cared checking the borders was a two cat task - a Velvetshade and Ebonyflower task.
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Post by Dew on Feb 15, 2024 18:54:49 GMT -5
GarlicpawSneaking out of camp with Badgerpaw| SandGarlicpaw considered Badgerpaws words. "Sounds fun! Lets do it, you lead." As Badgerpaw lead them sneakily out of camp, she wondered where they were going. The Lake? Deadwoods? Serene pool? She liked it at the Serene pool. It was nice and peaceful there, with the fall and the breeze, the sounds of birds chirping in the distance. "Where are we going Badgerpaw? Have you thought of that?" Her tone of voice sounded a bit more bossy then she wanted, but that was fine. She was older after all. If they ran into anything dangerous, she would be their biggest asset in a fight. I hope we are going to the Serene pool. Garlicpaw thought wistfully. She had only been there once, and it had been her favorite part of the territory. |
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Post by Sand on Feb 16, 2024 15:48:12 GMT -5
Badgerpaw sneaking out of camp — accompanied by: Garlicpaw he/him - apprentice
Badgerpaw was a bit surprised when Garlicpaw agreed to his plan. Clearly she wasn't anything like her littermate which meant good things for him. He quickly got to his paws and hurried out of camp. He turned around to make sure the silver tabby she-cat was following and, sure enough, she was.
The sound of birdsong and chattering didn't seem to bother him too much. The towering pine trees created a bit of a canopy as they padded through the forest, leaving the camp in the distance. His ears twitched while Garlicpaw spoke to him and all he could do was roll his eyes. "Do you really think I wouldn't plan this out, Garlicpaw?" Badgerpaw asked, shooting the older apprentice a bold look. "If we want to avoid any warriors at all, we head for the Serene Pool."
The colorpoint tom was sure enough that if they came across any predators, he could deal with them easily. He knew his denmate was a good fighter, but he found himself to be a better fighter. Obviously that wasn't true since Garlicpaw had three more moons of training on him. Still, Badgerpaw was sure that the two of them could take down any predator.
"So, what do you think? Or would you prefer to go somewhere else?" he meowed, glancing at the silver tabby .
[ tags: Dew | image credit: wallpapers..com ]
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Post by Junospower on Feb 17, 2024 1:30:46 GMT -5
(Anyone open for Shadecreek?)
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Post by aquatail on Feb 17, 2024 1:46:23 GMT -5
Sparrowfang and Berryblossom are open for interactions!
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Post by Junospower on Feb 17, 2024 2:01:46 GMT -5
(Oh wonderful!) Shadecreek - In camp with Berryblossom - aquatailTwo moons had passed since Shadecreek had his warrior ceremony, and yet the young tom had yet to grow used to it. He still looked to the older warriors for direction of what to do with his time. There had even been a few times where he caught himself heading for the apprentices’ den at night. The new found freedom he had was still an adjustment. Since he wasn’t assigned to a patrol, Shadecreek decided to make himself useful. With determined paws, he trotted over to the nursery to see if any of the queens need anything. |
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Post by Dew on Feb 17, 2024 18:15:14 GMT -5
GarlicpawSneaking out of camp with Badgerpaw | SandGarlicpaw nodded, trying to hide her excitement. They were going to the Serene Pool! Sometimes it was like Badgerpaw was reading her mind.
Finally, Finally they had gotten here. It felt like every twig that broke under their paws was a Pineclan patrol, coming to take them back to camp. Once they made sure none of their clanmates were here, Garlicpaw jumped into the pool, letting the cool water soak into her hot pelt. She swam closer to shore, so she could talk to Badgerpaw. "Come on in! Its nice and cool in here" |
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Feb 18, 2024 1:21:34 GMT -5
She could make out the heavy thud of his pawsetps before she heard his voice, and yet Honeystar still acted surprised when she turned to face her former mentor. Her expression softened the moment she laid eyes on Hushedhowl, a gentle purr rising in her throat as she leaned forward and affectionately rubbed her cheek against the older tom's. "Funnily enough you were exactly the cat I was looking for." She said with a hint of humor in her tone. It wasn't untrue, she had been searching for her deputy, but there were a few felines she wouldn't have minded being approached by.
"Great job on getting the patrols out this morning," she praised the tabby, always feeling a bit silly whenever she became aware of their reversed roles. "What's the plan for this afternoon?" Honeystar asked, facing Hushedhowl while turning her head to watch her clan come to life. The cave was certainly coming to life now as she noticed apprentices running about, either socializing with their peers or searching for mentors, and warriors were beginning to share breakfast or tongues as the morning ticked on.
Her green gaze eventually landed on a similar ginger pelt, one she knew to be her brothers as he stuck his head into the apprentices den. She was sure he was looking for either his apprentice, Petalpaw, or his daughter, Sagepaw. He was always so protective of her, but she didn't find it was her place to advise he give his kit some space, even if it did seem like he was hovering more than usual. She couldn't blame him, however, it was exactly what happened when their father passed while they were kits, their mother's lingering only worsened once they were apprenticed. If Hushedhowl hadn't been such a fine mentor, Honeystar was sure that Gingerpetal would insist on going to every training session. That was one reason the molly was grateful to have a mentor like him, though she was most appreciative of how much he stepped up as a father figure in her life. The older she got, the more Honeystar found herself turning to Hushedhowl for advice, or becoming the first cat she wanted to share good news with. It was no surprise that once the molly received her nine lives that he would be named her deputy. Their bond was something she truly cherished.
Unfortunately, Honeystar seemed to be the only one blind to Hushedhowl's aging appearance. There was no way he was even close to retiring to the elders den. Still, as the ginger molly stared at the older tom now, she was beginning to see the way he held himself, like he was tired. Well, perhaps he just didn't sleep well enough. Maybe she'd get Hazelpaw to gather some moss, enough to fresh up a couple of nests, and especially Hushedhowl's. "Have you eaten yet?" She suddenly asked, realizing that she hadn't eaten at all herself. ————- 𖠰 ————-
Newtpaw with Asterpaw, Cherrystorm
camp
@ Feathertalon, Tealraven His clear blue eyes go wide when a bit of moss bounces off his forehead and rolls a bit of a ways from his paws. They narrow now at Asterpaw, his sister, who calls him a name and proceeds to tease him. Fortunately, Newtpaw can't help but soften his expression and giggle along towards the end with her. "Sure, sure, Asterpaw, and maybe if your teeth weren't so funny lookin' I'd actually be intimidated by your threats." He quipped back, but suddenly crinkling his nose when she flicks him with her tail. "Hey!"
The young bengal tom goes to chase after his sister, but crashed into her backside as she narrowly avoided bumping into Cherrystorm. He shook his head and moved out of the way, snorting as she pounced on the ginger tom's tail, but cringed at the way the older warrior snapped at her. Newtpaw held his breath, wondering if he was about to watch Asterpaw get scolded, but the tension easily started to melt away. His ears twitched when he heard that Stormhawk wasn't in camp, immediately beginning to frown.
"If Stormhawk is gone, does that mean Larchbreeze isn't in camp either?" He piped out first, stepping towards Cherrystorm now. "Can you be stuck with me too, then? I don't want to stay in camp." More like Newtpaw didn't want to get stuck doing tasks around camp. He was pretty sure he heard Tanglewhisker the other day saying the elders needed to be picked through for ticks. ————- 𖠰 ————-
Sweetripple with Curl-leaf
shallow lake
@ whispering The rustling of ferns not far off were beginning to make Sweetripple feel on edge, anxiety beginning to creep up with that unmistakable feeling that she wasn't alone. Peering over her shoulder, the calico warrior squinted into the foliage, parting her mouth slightly to take in the scents around her. Fortunately she didn't have to wait long to figure out if she was alone or not because Curl-leaf came pouncing out of no where. She had to bite back a startled gasp, quickly turning her head right after watching the tom flip over a beetle he was most likely stalking. Now she was trying her best not to giggle, keeping her gaze fixed on the slow rolling waters. She bit her tongue to help, but the image of Curl-leaf pouncing after insects like a kit kept replaying in her mind.
She almost didn't hear his soft greeting, only turning her head at his second phrase. The molly offered a polite smile, trying to seem surprised to see the medicine cat apprentice. "Hello, Curl-leaf, I didn't even notice you." She spoke a bit rigidly, trying to sound convincing but failing. She'd never been a good liar, her tone was never right and her whiskers always twitched. It was something Goldensky always teased her for. "I couldn't fall back asleep so I thought I would just get some fresh air." Sweetripple started to relax now, easing into a casual conversation was usually easy for her. "What are you doing all the way out here?" |
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Feb 18, 2024 2:10:07 GMT -5
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Furzestomp with Whimbrelstep
abandoned cabin
@ Sand Twittering birds called to one another, warning others of their presence in the trees, pines that were seen to have the most new growth since the fire that blazed generations ago. One bird sat chirping from the forest floor, pecking at the ground for something good. Unbeknownst to the little starling, a predator was anticipating its every move. No longer would the black and white speckled bird join its brethren in the trees, but rather it would be coming face to face with death on this particular morning. Its killer would be gracious enough to allow a swift death, one that the starling wouldn't even see coming until it was too late. Furzestomp was just that kind of cat after all, he hated playing with his food.
"Just a little longer, one more moment, let it get closer." The white tom whispered to himself, his claws flexing into the gray dirt. It wasn't until the starling hopped closer that the warrior burst from his hiding spot and landed squarely on the bird, his jaw soon coming down to deal the killing bite. "Triumphant once again!" He proudly proclaimed to no one in particular, sighing contentedly and bringing his newly caught prey over to his small pile of one squirrel and one other starling. Then, the tom trotted over to the abandoned cabin where he'd agreed to meet with his mate before joining back up with the hunting patrol.
Arriving at the all but broken down cabin, Furzestomp lifted his head to the air, trying to catch any familiar scents of the rest of their patrol. A frown broke out onto his expression after realizing they'd all gone stale. Either they'd gone back to camp, or her and Whimbrelstep had wandered too far. Either way, the fluffy tom left his prey by the wall of the house and leapt onto the open window pane just above.
"My love, I think we've been left behind." He spoke to his mate, who he hoped to find waiting inside. ————- 𖠰 ————-
Meadowlark with Cicadasong
camp
@ daydreams It started out as just plain old fatigue for Meadowlark, making her worried that perhaps she was coming down with some kind of cold. Then it was affecting her appetite, like every piece of prey just wasn't satisfying enough, even waking up feeling practically starved in the middle of the night. The weight gain only seemed natural with her increased hunger, not thinking much more of it until Tanglewhisker had asked her to meet him in the medicine cats den. Pregnant. That's what she was. She remembered being shocked when Tanglewhisker told her, hardly hearing anything else he had to say once he let that one little word slip. She just couldn't believe it, she'd only been a warrior for a little over a moon, how could she already be pregnant? Of course she knew how.
Anxiety wore heavy on her for the days that followed, and she felt like everyone in the clan was watching her, whispering about her condition. Young queens weren't new for Pineclan, but as far as Meadowlark knew she must've been the youngest in a while. Taking after my own mother, she'd thought sourly one night in her nest as her kind and loving mate slept soundly beside her. It took a lot of courage, but she had finally told Cicadasong the news and was relieved to find his reaction was more positive than she'd been expecting, he seemed excited about the future of their family and it's what Meadowlark needed to finally start feeling excited herself.
Now the black and white molly lay in her nest, grooming her prominently round belly. She'd finally been moved into the nursery not that long ago, but was already missing the coziness of the warriors den. Berryblossom was well enough company, but it was just the two of them. At least for now, the older she-cat looked ready to pop any day now. She watched as Shadecreek poked into the nursery, giving him a polite smile before she was distracted by another set of paws approaching. Meadowlark immediately sat up and began to purr, trying to peek out of the entrance.
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Feb 18, 2024 4:17:08 GMT -5
||Tanglewhisker||
||Medicine Cat||
||With;Open( )||
||Where; Medicime Cats entrance|| Another sleepless night seemed to haunt the older medicine cat. Something that seemed more common than not in the passing moons. When he did sleep, his dreams were filled with nothing but chaos. Was he losing his mind.? Was his brain failing him.? More days than he could count, he found himself forgetful and lost with things. Things he had known for what felt like a lifetime. He had been a medicine cat since he was 25 moons. Training first as a warrior, before following the path of the stars. Starclan knows that he caught on to herbs faster than he did to hunting or fighting. Not to mention, he hadn’t been the biggest fan at the thought of hurting another. Even though in the moons he had lived, he had gotten his claws bloody. Even if only a couple times.
His apprentice, now a full Medicine cat, seemed more capable than he did, nowadays. Always on top of things. More clear minded. And more patience and tenderness than he ever had inside of him. Starclan knew he was grateful for the younger tom though. Always keeping him steady and being the better of the two when it came to their clanmates. Sure, they respected him, but he knew that being a medicine cat with a sharp-tongue didnt help the sick and wounded feel much better. Especially the younger they were.
Now as Tanglewhisker sat right outside the entrance of his den, he couldn’t help but focus green eyes on his brother before he disappeared into the warriors den. Another early hunting expedition before he took his mid-day snooze. Something both of them did nowadays. The Tom had found himself tired more, but could only rest for moments at a time. After a moment of thought over his brother, his tail wrapped over white paws. Tanglewhisker kept his eyes observant, wondering what the rest of the clan was up to.
||Moonfeather||
||Warrior||
||With; Partridgehop(Sand )||
||Where; Outside Warriors Den| There was a slit of an eye opening up from the younger warrior who sat in peaceful silence close to where Partridgehop sat. She watched quietly as the clan came to life around her. Tanglewhisker seemed to also be doing the same thing, eyes narrowed slightly. Such a grumpy old tom. He never once had looked pleased in the moons Moonfeather had been alive. The warrior personally preferred to deal with Curl-leaf before the cranky medicine cat. Knowing he had way more empathy for his fellow clanmates.
Taking a cautious look at Partridgehop, the younger Molly opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it again. 40 moons separated the two warriors and Starclan knew she had so much respect for the older warrior. After all, the silver tortoiseshell had been her mentor when she was just a mere and self-conscious apprentice. Starclan knew that she had been so timid and cautious of everyone around her. Partridgehop had helped her grow from that. Well, for the most part. ‘We all know I’m still incredibly insecure after all these moons.’
On this particular day, the older Molly looked particularly grumpy. It took everything Moonfeather had to open her tan eyes fully and speak to Partridgehop. “Good morning. Are you feeling up to a hunt today.? Anything but sitting here would be nice. I need to stretch my legs. And we all know how I hate to be alone.” It was no secret that she was frighted silly by the thought of anything bad happening to herself or any one of her clanmates. Would she ever get over that fear.? Or live the rest of her life looking behind her shoulder and around her bush and tree around.
||OOC: Sand, I will edit this if you don’t want her to be her past mentor.||
||Whisperpaw||
||Apprentice||
||With; Ravencall(Tealraven )||
||Where; || ‘For Starclans Sake..I’ve woken up late. AGAIN.’ Scrambling to her paws in a hurry was a mistake, as she tripped over her own tail and tumbled out of the apprentices den. A big old ‘Oof’ came from her as she hit the ground. Laying with legs splayed out, the pretty white and black Molly closed her eyes tightly shut in pure embarrassment. She was so clumsy. Always tripping and stumbling over air. ‘Shoot. How many just watched me do that.?’
Clearing her throat, the apprentice opened her eyes and sat up quickly, ears flicking nervously. Without looking around to see the faces of any of her clanmates, she quickly groomed her dusty fur until it was smooth and sleek. She needed to look presentable for Ravencall. She couldn’t embarrass her mentor anymore than she probably already did.
From the moment she had been named an apprentice, the tall black Molly being named her mentor, Whisperpaw had been greatly intimidated by her. She towered over the little Molly as they touched noses in an acceptance of them become a team. Trainer and trainee. She had been nothing but patient and kind with her. ‘You’re nothing but silly for still feeling any type of intimidated by Ravencall.’
Finally, after an awfully long time of grooming herself, Whisperpaw took a slow look around with sharp ice blue eyes. A slow shaky breath left her body. She was ready for whatever the day threw at her. Even though it had already started off insane. ‘What does Ravencall have in store for me today.? Hunting.? Battle training.? Patrolling.? Ohhh. I hope I get it right. I hope I make her proud.’
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 18, 2024 18:49:10 GMT -5
Hushedhowl »
Surprise flickered in the older tom’s eyes like minnow swimming in a pool. ”Out of all the cats in the Clan it was me you were looking for?” Surprise vanished and turned into amusement, his lip curling up into a smile. Warm pride settled inside his chest as he gazed upon the ginger and white molly that sat before him. Hushedhowl must have done something right if Honeystar wanted to see him. She could have been spending her time with any other cat, such as her brother Cherrystorm or even her apprentice Hazelpaw, but here the leader was, wanting the company of the old tom.
”Remember the days when you dreaded seeing me? You weren’t always the easiest apprentice to wake up for dawn patrols.” Hushedhowl looked back on those memories fondly, reminiscing on his days as a mentor. While Honeystar had not been his first apprentice, she had been his last, and he had to give himself some credit - not many cats had the opportunity to say they had mentored the Clan’s leader, and not many cats had the chance to say they had served their Clan as deputy. While having his rank for some time now, Hushedhowl still found himself shocked that Honeystar had appointed him as deputy. Many a cat had mentioned not being surprised at his promotion, but Hushedhowl had been thoroughly surprised, especially when he had imagined the young leader appointing some cat closer to her own age. Clearly he had accepted the position, and he was going to do everything in his power to serve Honeystar and his Clan well, but Hushedhowl knew he would never see leadership. Honeystar had all nine lives and Hushedhowl could feel himself growing older by the day. Before too long he’d have a nest in the same den as Redthorn, but for now, he was content with serving as Clan deputy.
Deciding he would do better than drifting in his thoughts, Hushedhowl refocused himself, managing to catch his former apprentice’s question. He shifted his paws, eyes narrowing as he recalled his plans for the afternoon. ”I was thinking of asking Partridgehop to lead the border patrol this dusk. Moonfeather, Sparrowfang, and Amberfire could join her. As for the evening hunting patrol, I suppose I should stop being lazy and do something outside of camp.” A chuff escaped the large gray tabby. ”I think I’ll take Briarfade, Coyoteflame, and Jaypaw.” He’d announce his decision on later patrols once every cat was back in camp for their sunhigh meal. Hushedhowl had always found it worked better when he announced morning patrols and evening patrols separately.
As if Hushedhowl’s stomach heard Honeystar’s question, a rumbling from inside told the tom all he needed to know. ”I suppose I forgot to eat. It’s always an adjustment to eating more when newleaf comes back around.” Leaf-bare hasn’t been particularly bad this time around, but YewClan cats were still thinner than usual. Even Hushedhowl was bony, though the amount of fur he carried on his frame made it look otherwise.
Cherrystorm »
In no way was Cherrystorm responsible for the two young apprentices who were looking at him with doe-eyed expressions. He wasn’t their mentor or their kin. The ginger tom could so easily step away and leave them to their own devices, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that. His plans for the day were to train Petalpaw, but with the white tomcat still nowhere to be seen and two eager apprentices at his paws, Cherrystorm supposed he could at least get some training done, even if he were training two cats who had other mentors.
Cherrystorm flicked his gaze between the two siblings. Something stirred in his chest, something telling him that he wasn’t allowed to tell these two no. He liked to think it was the essence of Hollyheart telling him to be more empathetic to those around him, but deep down he knew it was just his softness for the youth shining through.
The ginger tom let out an exaggerated sigh, coming off as reluctant toward the pair of siblings. Perhaps another reason for why he was going to agree with this was the fact that it sounded as if Newtpaw’s and Asterpaw’s mentors had been leaving their apprentices quite often. No telling how much training the two had missed - no telling how antsy they were to get out of camp and actually do something worthwhile. If Cherrystorm saw Larchbreeze and Stormhawk later he’d have to give them a talking to; again, he knew that spending time with a mate was important and needed to be cherished, but being in love couldn’t get in the way of being a mentor. The future of the Clan relied on how well apprentices were trained.
Taking a step forward as if he were about to leave the littermates, Cherrystorm gestured with his tail for the two to follow. ”I suppose I can be stuck with the both of you. If,” he paused, giving both Newtpaw and Asterpaw a sharp look with his pale green gaze, ”you promise to behave. Just because you’re nettles in my fur today doesn’t mean I have to deal with your thorns. Understood?” For what it was worth, Cherrystorm wasn’t a very intimidating tom. He was slender and of average height. The only thing frightening about him was his sharp-tongue and short temper. Having the Clan leader as his littermate helped a little as well, but overall, Cherrystorm didn’t have much going for him in the scary department. Even as he puffed himself up and stretched himself up to his full height, he merely looked like the average ginger cat.
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Post by daydreams on Feb 18, 2024 21:44:42 GMT -5
meadowlark c i c a d a s o n g n u r s e r y  Starting a family young hadn't been the plan for Cicadasong. He wanted to establish himself within the clan first and make a name for himself. He wanted to not only make himself proud, but also Meadowlark. Everything he did was for her. He ate, slept and breathed all for her. Every waking moment until he went to sleep, and even during the night, he dreamt of her. Since they were young, Meadowlark has consumed Cicadasong's mind. He loved her in every way and wanted nothing more to than to see her endlessly happy.
He remembered being called crazy during his apprenticeship when he first started pursuing the molly. He was often told that he should focus more on his training, and he did. But he also thought of her. He was hopelessly in love with her.
When she had told him that she was pregnant, Cicadasong couldn't lie. He was absolutely terrified. He had no idea how to be a father. He was so young and the idea of starting a family at his age had never crossed his mind. But for all of his fear, there was just as much excitement to match. He couldn't deny the happiness that was there. He had planned to eventually start a family with Meadowlark, it was just happening quicker than either of them had anticipated.
Picking up a small duck and a squirrel from the fresh-kill pile, the young warrior trotted over to the nursery. He missed having her with him in the warrior's den, and he made it a goal to spend most of his free time with her. Hearing her voice from inside the nursery, Cicadasong started to purr. "Of course it is! Who else would it be?"
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coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf o p e n a n t b l a z e c a m p  Antblaze was up with the sun that morning. Always an early riser, the massive tom enjoyed starting his day early. Often enough, the long-furred tom was one of the first warriors to wake in the morning. He enjoyed watching the sun rise. He enjoyed sitting outside of Pineclan camp, watching the rising sun paint the sky in beautiful hues of orange and pink, the blues of the night slowly fading away.
Whenever Antblaze was flirting with any molly, the ginger tom would invite them out for an early morning walk to watch the sun rise. Many thought it was romantic, but Antblaze knew it was just another one of his cheap tricks. A common occurrence, most of his female counterparts knew him and all of his habits, including the ones he used on those he considered his "conquests". His reputation preceded him greatly, one that was at risk of being overthrown by his own former apprentice.
Velvetshade was quite possibly one of Antblaze's biggest accomplishments in life. He had made a promising apprentice and was just as excellent of a warrior. Dare Antblaze say, he almost cared for the warrior more than some of his own children. That wasn't to say that Antblaze didn't love all of his kits, he just didn't love them all equally. coding & icon image by officialrainleafwcf j a y p a w c o y o t e f l a m e c a m p  Being from one of the older litters of a womanizer, Coyoteflame was often there as a parental figure when it came to most of her siblings. She looked out for them, protected them. Especially the younger ones or her own littermates. Coyoteflame had no doubt that Ebonyflower and Sweetripple could hold their own, but she often found herself watching them and everything they did. Call her controlling or a little too overprotective, but Coyoteflame liked to believe that she had good intentions.
Ebonyflower worried her more than their more soft-hearted sister. Sweetripple had others looking out for her, but Coyoteflame feared that she was the only one looking out for Ebonyflower. Her sister's current, very obvious, obsession with Velvetshade worried her and she wanted nothing more than to warn her sister from him. He reminded her too much of their father, and Ebonyflower could be just as stubborn as Coyoteflame herself.
Coyoteflame wished she could sat she disliked her father as much as she claimed she did, but the truth was - she didn't. While it was no secret that Antblaze wasn't the most paternal cat, he had been much more attentive to his earlier litters than towards his latest. Coyoteflame was more than happy to say she and her sisters had been born into one of the first few litters where their father paid attention to them and had spent time with them while they were growing up. Well, as much time as he could divide between litters while also avoiding each of their mothers' scorn.
The molly's thoughts were interrupted by her apprentice, Jaypaw. The russet colored warrior looked down at the dark-colored tom, eyes light with humor. "Well, how about a little bit of both? You show me that leap-and-hold that I told you to work on, and afterwards we can do a little bit of hunting?"
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Post by Sand on Feb 19, 2024 12:58:44 GMT -5
Badgerpaw serene pool — accompanied by: Garlicpaw he/him - apprentice
Badgerpaw's eyes widened once they reached the Serene Pool, staring at the waterfall in utter shock. He hadn't been to the Serene Pool before, but now he could see the reason why Garlicpaw was so excited. "You've come here before?" he asked her abruptly. Suddenly, he shook out his fur, realizing that the silver tabby had already gotten into the water. "Hey! Wait for me! I'm coming!"
The colorpoint tom made his way towards the ravine, watching his denmate swim in the pool casually. It wasn't long before he leapt into the ravine, his white front paws outstretched as he sprung in. Badgerpaw was glad that the pool was very shallow-- he hadn't swam a lot before and he certainly wasn't going to embarrass himself in front of Garlicpaw. She was older than him which meant he had to be Yet the apprentice liked the feeling of the cool water washing over his short pelt. It was a calming feeling that put him at ease. Badgerpaw normally wasn't the type of cat to feel so... soothing? Was that the feeling? To him, that seemed to fit.
"This is so much better than training," he meowed with a sly grin. "No cat can find us here!"
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Whimbrelstep abandoned cabin — accompanied by: Furzestomp she/her - warrior 
While Furzestomp was focused on catching a starling, Whimbrelstep had her own prey to catch too. She stalked after a fairly small squirrel, watching it pick at a pine cone. Sometimes, she wondered how dull prey could be, but then again... it did make sense why prey was easy to catch. The squirrel reached its small paws out and it began nibbling on a blade of grass. Please stay still, she thought to herself, wiggling her hind legs as she prepared for a leap. The brown spotted tabby sprung forward, landing right above the red squirrel. The prey let out a squeak, but she quickly cut it off by snapping its neck with her teeth. That wasn't a clean kill, but it's still prey for the clan!
Whimbrelstep picked up her small squirrel and carried it back to the abandoned cabin, hoping that Furzestomp would appear soon. She wondered how far the tom had gone off to for some prey when there was plenty close to the cabin. By now she assumed he had found an ample amount of prey for the clan on his own. That would be no surprise to her, considering that Furzestomp was a great hunter although she had a bit of a bias.
Before she made her way into the cabin, she dropped her sad squirrel next to a finch on the porch. At least she had caught something! Whimbrelstep had never been an excellent hunter which always made the she-cat wonder how she even became a warrior in the first place. Nonetheless, she knew her mate's hunting skills would always make up for hers and any cat's for that matter.
She sat inside the dreary den, licking her chest clean before hearing her mate's meow from the window. The warrior's blue gaze brightened as she hurried over to Furzestomp, who mentioned that they were left behind. "Oh, really?" Whimbrelstep mewed coyly before glancing at the white tom. "What a shame. I was looking forward to spending time with them! Guess that means more time for us."
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Partridgehop camp — accompanied by: Moonfeather she/her - warrior
 Partridgehop was still in her grumpy trance when a certain cat's appearance awakened her. She had expected it to be Hushedhowl, but when she realized she was almost faced to face with Moonfeather, her gaze softened a bit. After all these moons, the brown and grey she-cat was still the same. She found it to be a bit sad, knowing very well that Moonfeather still struggled with being insecure. It seemed that it was a trait of hers that was never going to disappear.
The silver tortoiseshell tabby stared at Moonfeather, who opened her maw, then closed it. She let out a sigh as if she were already fed up with the younger warrior. In truth, it was really just a way to have fun with her former apprentice. When she finally spoke, Partridgehop grinned slightly at her. "We might as well. I can't stand sitting here all day long waiting for Hushedhowl to assign patrols," the senior warrior replied with a snort. She flicked her tail towards the sky. "Even the cats in StarClan know you hate to be alone, Moonfeather."
With a roll of her yellow eyes, she rose to her paws as quick as she could. "Well, what do you have in mind? Where are we hunting?" she questioned, her gaze sweeping the camp once more. "Do you want to bring other cats along too or do you prefer it being us two?"
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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 19, 2024 13:04:10 GMT -5
|| I’ll get responses up asap, sorry for delays we unexpectedly lost someone over the weekend so I might be a bit poofy. Will do my best I’m sorry
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 19, 2024 15:41:50 GMT -5
[ no rush, ladle! i hope everything is alright though, losing somebody is tough, even more so when it's not expected ;; ]
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Post by Dew on Feb 20, 2024 20:27:21 GMT -5
JaypawCamp to Training Grounds | Training with Coyoteflame | daydreamsJaypaw nodded, then followed his mentor out of camp. They walked through Pineclan territory, Jaypaw marveling at the trees and different bird songs as they walked. Even though he had been an apprentice for some moons, Jaypaw always found the territory out of camp fascinating. Finally, Finally, they got to the training grounds. "What are we doing again?" Jaypaw asked, the thought leaving his brain after marveling over the territory for too long.Garlicpaw
Serene pool | Swimming with Badgerpaw | Sand
Garlicpaw let out a mew of laughter as Badgerpaw jumped into the pool, letting out a shocked mew as the water hit him. "Isn't it nice?" She asked, swimming closer to him. Here, it was shallower, so she could touch the bottom with her paws. "Is this your first time swimming?" Garlicpaw asked, splashing Badgerpaw with her hind paws as he was answering. She then swam deeper, playfully taunting Badgerpaw to splash her back. |
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Post by ladylantsov on Feb 21, 2024 10:37:34 GMT -5
 STORMHAWK 🌪🌪🌪 Stormhawk's whiskers twitch, his gaze tracking the bird's movements through the skies overhead, and he allows some semblance of relaxation to flit through him. His trust is a halting thing, kitten-like in its tentativeness. Like waters slowly leaking through the cracks of a wall rather than the dramatics of a suddenly breaking dam, but it was a hint at his willingness to trust all the same.
By the stars is there anything this shecat doesn't think beautiful? But instead of malice, the usual lick of cruelty or distain that such a thought might have brought from the tom, it only blossoms that slight fondness in him again.
Maybe, just maybe, he could learn a thing or two from her.
He'd sooner donate his pelt to a twoleg then he would admit that aloud, of course.
That burst of enthusiasm from her is by now something he expects, but it brings the brute of a tom no less joy than those first few times she'd gifted him with it. "No," he admits, that one fluttering piece of colour against a backdrop of wet greenery is all he can see of the sort, and Stormhawk does spend a moment trying to pick out anything further that he can see. But he'll be damned if he allows that to sully the sweet mood. "But there'll be more in the coming days I don't doubt," the tone is a quiet, reassuring thing. His own eyes fixed to the way the light dances in Larchbreeze's eyes when something delights her, how the emotion of it ripples through her so easily.
"Within the moon there'll be so many butterflies you'll hardly be able to set a paw down without worrying about catching one underfoot," he could almost picture it - a outright sea of colours. More than he could have described if left a moon to focus on the task alone. What a frankly needed reprise from the moons of greys, whites and browns that had dominated their recent and bitter leafbare.
For all that Stormhawk couldn't appreciate the beauty, the finer, simpler things in life, he could appreciate that much. The resilience it took to survive on while the world around turned cold, turned grey. What it was to survive, and his whiskers twitch.
"Maybe if the prey's prey is coming out earlier, it'll prompt our food to begin waking up a little earlier too," the tom wonders. His own, storm grey coat, sticks to thin bones, his hips pointed and spine clearly outlined beneath his winter furs. "StarClan knows we could use it." || I am so sorry about how long this took to get up  and its not quite as I'd have liked it but I did try <3
also I love the fact that the toms I roleplay all seem to be absolute simps for their mates. I'm not complaining|| |
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 21, 2024 14:52:17 GMT -5
[ it's all good! and honestly, we love a good simp ] Larchbreeze »
Newleaf was such a magical time. Flowers were blooming, trees were growing tall and green, animals were emerging from their dens… Life was abundant and growing by the day, and as the weather warmed there would be more and more joyful wonders that the forest had to offer. The land was healing from the wounds of a harsh leaf-bare. Proof was in the school of minnows floating nearby, in the group of tadpoles that lazed in the shallows, in the flight of the eagle high above, and in the sight of the butterfly that gently flapped in the air.
Larchbreeze let out a content sigh. Here by the lake, alongside her mate, everything was perfect. Everything was as it should be.
Stormhawk’s words rang true. Perhaps this was the only butterfly for now, but soon there would be a multitude of the flying insects, their vibrant colors flashing like mini rainbows in the green foliage. There wouldn’t be a day that goes by without witnessing a butterfly or two.
”Isn’t newleaf just the best?” Pale green eyes pulled away from the colorful bug and turned to the mighty form of her mate. Larchbreeze smiled warmly at him, stepping silently forward until she had her lithe figure pressed against his larger frame. ”There’s always so much new life to see and get to know…” It wouldn’t be too much longer before there would be sightings of fawns and coyote pups, or the cries of eaglets from high above. Larchbreeze prayed to any ancestor willing to listen that she could be among the first to see the debut of newleaf babies.
For as long as she could sit here and stare out across the lake, Stormhawk’s mentioning of prey was a much needed reminder that there was more to newleaf than novel life. It was easy to notice the leaf-bare thinness in Larchbreeze’s frame. Sharp bones jutted out here and there, her shoulder blades and ribs more prominent than necessary. Larchbreeze had always been a slender warrior, and the lack of prey in the cold seasons always made the molly a walking skeleton. Upon closer inspection of Stormhawk, it was clear that even the mighty tomcat was struggling to cover his own skeleton with muscle.
Larchbreeze slowly pulled away from the warmth of her mate. For a second time her gaze scanned him, scrutinizing his appearance, analyzing every part of him that screamed malnourished. A sharpness to her gaze as she parted her jaws, drawing in the warm scents around her, was a silent reminder that, for all her gentleness and love toward nature, she was a warrior at heart. ”Perhaps we should take advantage of all the prey starting to show themselves. If you don’t have any meat on your bones I can only imagine how I look.”
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Post by Sand on Feb 22, 2024 11:41:07 GMT -5
Badgerpaw serene pool — accompanied by: Garlicpaw he/him - apprentice
Badgerpaw let out a small mrrow of amusement, his blue eyes shining with enthusiasm. He moved his paws awkwardly in the water, debating on how to propel himself forward. He wasn't used to swimming, but it sure seemed like Garlicpaw knew how to.
Water continued to drip down from his large dark ears. The colorpoint tom shook his head in annoyance. "Yeah, I guess it is," he meowed in a flat tone. His gaze fell to the water where he could see the silver tabby she-cat's limbs touching the bottom of the pool. "I've swam once or twice before. I'm guessing you have swam more than me?"
As soon as she splashed him, Badgerpaw let out a playful hiss. He swam after his denmate, using his front paws to splash her from behind. Although they were going into deeper water, he didn't care. If she wanted to play, then he would gladly play along too.
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Post by Dew on Feb 22, 2024 13:31:16 GMT -5
GarlicpawSerene Pool | Swimming with Badgerpaw | Sand
As they got deeper, Garlicpaw slowed down slightly. She didn't want Badgerpaw to drown. Her mentor, Eagleclaw, had taken her here once before, but they usually practiced at the lake. Over time and training, her legs had gotten stronger, and she could easily swim through the lake. Badgerpaw however, was younger, and she would never forgive herself if her taunting had caused him to die. Her slowing down, had gotten her splashed. The icy water hit her right in the face, and she went under, surprised. This is momentary, and she resurfaced again, chasing Badgerpaw back to shore. |
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Post by ♥𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢♥ on Feb 25, 2024 19:56:30 GMT -5
||OOC: I plan on working on my replies tonight.||
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Post by aether on Feb 28, 2024 18:08:32 GMT -5
 Featherfoot
With - [ prickletooth ]
Location - [ camp ]
One might think after being a warrior for more than half her life that Featherfoot would learn some tact. Of course, the grey molly knew what was right or wrong to say - that wasn't her issue. Her issue was her impetuous reflex, her unfiltered tongue, that often landed her in trouble. One ill considered comment too many, the warrior had been relegated to apprentice tasks for the next three days. Some might say she couldn't blame her leader for giving her punishments she deserved; Featherfoot believed she could indeed blame her. That indicated less of a character trait of their esteemed leader, however, and laid truth to the claim that Featherfoot had petty antics.
Thankfully, the only elder in camp currently was resting peacefully. Featherfoot was able to tiptoe about the den, rolling up dried moss and debris into a ball that she was able to pick up delicately between pointed teeth. She ducked her head to slip out of the den through the elder specific exit, doing her best to avoid the queens in the nursery. The last thing she wanted was some off-handed comments - or worse yet, sympathy.
Outside the den, she made her way towards the camp entrance. Although the camp was surrounded in mossy clumps it was best practise to collect moss from near the falls, that way the cavernous walls of the camp would not be stripped bare. Before exiting the camp, she placed the rolled up wad of old bedding beside the empty apprentice den. An odd choice of actions for anyone who may watch from the sidelines, why leave the trash in the camp? It should be disposed of! Featherfoot was acutely aware of the simple pleasures of apprentice life, her green eyes glittered, reminiscing the days she'd throw a ball just like that around with her denmates. She left it at the den, expecting later when the clan settled for their nightly routines that there would be an apprentice or two juggling with it.
Featherfoot heaved a sigh then, moving with lacklustre energy towards the entrance. Her slouched shoulders and flicking tail were obvious signs of her mood. "Why can't punishments be 'you must hunt' or 'go scouting'" She muttered to herself, much more a fan of energetic activities. |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 3, 2024 19:36:14 GMT -5
(Where are most cats rn?)
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Mar 4, 2024 3:32:58 GMT -5
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Furzestomp with Whimbrelstep
abandoned cabin
@ Sand Furzestomp immediately felt the tips of his ears go red hot, getting lost in his mates clear blue eyes. His whiskers twitched and he knew he should say something in return, but his brain always went kind of fuzzy when it came to laying eyes on Whimbrelstep. She always took his breath away, even when she wasn't trying to. Finally clearing his throat, the fluffy white tom jumped down to meet the tabby she-cat on the ground and bumped his head against her shoulder before burying his face in her neck and breathing in her scent.
"More time for us? Whatever shall we do?" He finally responded then flopped on his side to peer up at Whimbrelstep and bat his paw at her whiskers to get her nose to crinkle. "I'm sure the clan won't miss us if we're gone for a little while longer." His paw paused, pressed against her cheek now as he thought. "I mean they left without us, so really it's their own fault."
Furzestomp couldn't stop smiling as he gazed up at his mate, his mind then drifting to their little bundle of joy, Hazelpaw. He briefly wondered if their son was staying out of trouble, trying to recall if he even saw the apprentice in camp before they left on the hunting patrol. Then he almost scoffed at the idea of him getting into trouble. Hazelpaw was so mature and responsible, Furzestomp was certain he could only be training with Honeystar. That must be it, no need to worry whatsoever about the safety of their little scamp. ————- 𖠰 ————-
Meadowlark with Cicadasong
nursery
@ daydreams Meadowlark's whole body vibrated with a loud purr when Cicadasong stepped into the nursery, her mouth watering after noticing the pieces of prey he was carrying. She giggled and trotted over to greet her mate, nuzzling his cheek with her own before taking the duck from his jaws. The young black and white she-cat curled up in her nest once more and saved plenty of space for the tom as she began to pick the feathers from her duck, making sure to set aside the pretty ones to add to her bedding.
"I bet you think you're so funny dontcha." She giggled and poked his side with her tail-tip when he got close enough. Then she winced before taking a bite, inhaling sharply as she felt their unborn kits kicking and squirming. her gaze flickered over to Cicadasong and she took a slow breath before smiling, finally relaxing when the movement stopped. "That's been happening a lot lately. I guess they're growing bigger every day." Meadowlark said with a sigh, finally leaning down to take a moderate bite of her breakfast, thankful that there wasn't any nausea to ruin her appetite. "What! Excuse you, I was a dream on dawn patrols, at least compared to Cherrystorm." She added that latter part quickly and with a snort, knowing that she had definitely been a pain to deal with as a young apprentice. Honeystar was lucky for Hushedhowl's patience during the early days, but that didn't mean he always went easy on her. There were times she really had to toughen up, a skill that's helped her immensely since being named leader. As he began to list the patrols, Honeystar did her best to switch into a semi-professional mindset, looking back down at the cats of her clan. She nodded along, finding no real critique with the lineup he proposed. "A great plan for the upcoming patrols, Hushedhowl. I'd say you're the best deputy Pineclan has ever had." She gave him a playful nudge then began to hop down from the ledge just outside of her den. "I'd also say that you're deserving of some breakfast, share with me?" It wasn't so much a question with an option other than agreeing with her, but she knew he wouldn't say no in the first place.
The ginger molly paused on the ground in order for Hushedhowl to catch up, suddenly noticing just how long it took him. A thought began to gnaw in the back of her mind, but she brushed it off for now and smiled when he finally joined her. "I know how you feel, I still feel guilty if I've eaten before the queens and elders."
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Post by Sand on Mar 4, 2024 11:10:55 GMT -5
(will get up Whimbrelstep in a few hours!) Prickletooth camp — accompanied by: Featherfoot he/him - warrior 
Prickletooth sat by the camp entrance, cleaning his cream pelt meticulously. He had yet to leave camp for the day and get some of his duties done. Instead, he was relaxing around the camp without a single care. The warrior originally wanted some time to himself today until he spotted Featherfoot, who was gathering old moss.
In trouble again? he wondered, his ears twitching with curiosity. It wasn't a surprise to him that the grey tabby she-cat was punished once again. If anything, Featherfoot seemed to live in the elder's den collecting old bedding every other moon. With a scoff, he rose to his paws. Prickletooth's gaze followed the troublesome warrior across camp where she left a ball of moss at the apprentice's den.
To him it was an odd idea, but he wasn't going to bother her about it. There was no point in it. Plus, she was headed his way which would be much more interesting. Prickletooth let out a mrrow of amusement at Featherfoot's slouched shoulders and flicking tail. "You tired of cleaning the elder's den yet, Featherfoot?" he teased, flicking his tail towards the den she had left earlier. "Or do you just really like doing apprentice duties?"
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Badgerpaw serene pool — accompanied by: Garlicpaw he/him - apprentice
As Badgerpaw swam into the deeper depths of the Serene Pool, he watched Garlicpaw to see what she was going to do. He was struggling a bit, yes, but that didn't mean he was going to give up on swimming just yet. He'd have to ask his mentor about teaching him how to swim like the older apprentices. Since Garlicpaw had slowed down, he spotted the perfect opportunity-- to splash her back one more time. The colorpoint tom used his front paws to force some water towards the silver tabby she-cat.
As soon as he did that, though, he realized it was a bit too hard. It had been funny to him at least until the longhaired apprentice turned on him. "You're not chasing me out of the water, Garlicpaw!" he taunted with a sly grin. "Come and get me!"
The apprentice swam as fast as he could which wasn't really fast at all. As soon as they reached the shore, he began panting. "What next?" Badgerpaw asked before lying down. "You got any ideas?"
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 4, 2024 16:12:56 GMT -5
Hushedhowl »
Laughter sparked in the old cat’s eyes at his former apprentice’s defiance. Her words were ended with a snort, but Hushedhowl knew it was all in jest - her body was relaxed and her eyes gleamed with the same joy that danced in his own. And truth be told, Hushedhowl couldn’t think of a time when Honeystar had actually been angry with him. Annoyed, yes, but every apprentice had been annoyed with their mentor from time to time.
Now as for Honeystar’s littermate… Cherrystorm was quite the character. His tongue was as sharp as an eagle’s talon and his prickliness was on par with that of a thistle. Even as a young kit in the nursery Cherrystorm had been known to have quite the temper, and as he grew older his snappiness became more and more frequent. The only time Hushedhowl had ever noticed Cherrystorm calm and at ease was when Hollyheart had been around - the two had pined after one another ever since their apprentice days, and it had been no surprise when the two announced that they were mates and expecting a litter. Hollyheart had been the voice of reason for Cherrystorm; she had had a calming effect on him that no other cat had, and when their little Sagekit had been born Cherrystorm turned into the most loving father a cat could have ever asked for. And then Hollyheart had passed away a little over a moon after kitting. To this day Hushedhowl didn’t think Tanglewhisker had ever found an exact reason for the ginger molly’s sudden passing other than that sometimes unforeseen complications arose. Cherrystorm’s mood had darkened after his mate’s death, and he was still just as prickly as ever, but despite the sorrow that had gripped him and the entire Clan, Sagepaw was still alive and well. And she was proving to be a difficult apprentice just like her father had been, just difficult in a different way.
Hushedhowl had always enjoyed being a mentor, but he did not pity Yewtail.
An exaggerated questioning look twisted on Hushedhowl’s face at Honeystar’s over the top compliment. ”Best deputy of PineClan, eh? I don’t think I’m a bad one, but I wouldn’t say I’m the best.” There was no denying that Hushedhowl did his best, but deep down he knew he wasn’t meant to be a leader. Any old cat with enough experience could help a leader create patrols and give advice, but at the end of the day, he was nothing special. He was just another gray tabby that had enough moons under his pelt to earn the respect of younger Clan members. Being deputy was an honor, but it wasn’t something Hushedhowl could say he was the best at.
Rolling his shoulders in a quick stretch, Hushedhowl slowly pushed himself to his paws to follow Honeystar. A few moments later he joined the ginger and white molly, eyeing the fresh-kill pile. Warmer weather brought more prey. Even this early in the day the fresh-kill pile was well stocked.
He nosed through the pile, grabbing a plump squirrel closer to the bottom. The tom lay it down closer to his leader’s paws, silently letting her know she could take first bite. ”Even when there’s plenty of prey it’s hard to eat if you think others are still hungry. I did see Cicadasong head toward the nursery earlier. I’m sure he brought prey with him. As for Redthorn…” Hushedhowl’s voice trailed off, his tail-tip twitching thoughtfully. ”I’m sure somebody’s brought him food, if he hasn’t gotten some for himself by now.” If he remembered Hushedhowl would stop by later and check on the elderly tomcat. The last thing the Clan needed right not was a raging elder spitting hungry fury in the middle of camp.
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Post by Junospower on Mar 5, 2024 1:00:50 GMT -5
(Where are most cats rn?) (I still have Shadecreek in camp if you need someone) |
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and its not quite as I'd have liked it but I did try <3
