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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 19, 2024 17:58:50 GMT -5
  [ - Bad Blood - ]
x summitclan & lowclan x
- - - - - - - - - -- HISTORY -
Seasons and seasons ago the two Clans of Yellowstone were at peace with one another. SummitClan was led by a powerful, charming tom with blazing ginger fur known as Sparkstar. LowClan was headed by a even-tempered, yet noted to be lazy, gray tom known as Sprucestar. Behind Sprucestar was his hardworking, adventurous mate Ravendrift. She was a beautiful molly clad in the same black as ravens. Once upon a time there had been true love between Sprucestar and Ravendrift, but when Sprucestar ascended to leadership his ambition had faded and turned into laziness, and Ravendrift longed for more. More and more often she found herself traversing between Clan borders, and that's when she ran into Sparkstar. Behind the backs of their Clans, the two hit it off. Ravendrift felt drawn to the large ginger tom's boldness while Sparkstar was entranced by the black molly's adventurous soul. They kept meeting more and more, and it wasn't but a few seasons later that Ravendrift found herself with kits.
Knowing that Sparkstar was the kits' father, Ravendrift and Sparkstar came up with a plan; during a moonless night the SummitClan leader met the heavily pregnant queen on the flatlands of LowClan. Together the two fled back to the mountains.
The next day Ravendrift was nowhere to be found. When a patrol found her scent intermingled with that of SummitClan, worry began to fester. Sprucestar sent patrol after patrol looking for her. After days of searching, Sprucestar himself took a patrol to SummitClan's camp to ask the bordering Clan if they had any idea of where his mate might have been.
And that's when she was found with three little tortoiseshell kits at her side.
It was obvious to every cat there that the kits could not belong to Sprucestar, but in the tom's delusional mind he convinced himself that they were indeed of his blood and that SummitClan had stolen his mate and his kits. Enraged, he and his patrol fled back to the plains where they plotted to take his family back home.
Sprucestar, Dustfang, Weaselstorm, and Thicketjay took off in the night to bring Ravendrift and the kits back to LowClan. They were able to take off with the queen and her kits, yet on their way back a terrible storm rolled in. A huge gust of wind fumbled the patrol while they were traveling through Tempered Geysers; Sprucestar, holding on to Spottedkit, slipped and fell, and unfortantly, lost his grip on the young molly where she rolled on the ground. Much to the patrol's horror, she fell into a nearby geyser, the kit's life coming to a scalding end.
When SummitClan found out about this soon after, Sparkstar was enraged. With the might of his Clan at his side, he fought tooth and nail - even losing a life - to get his mate and kits back. In the end he was victorious, but it didn't stop LowClan from constantly trying to get Ravendrift and her remaining two daughters back. This bad blood continued on, and to this day, the animosity remains, yet now the Clans have no idea of what started this deep-rooted hostility.
-- SUMMITCLAN LEGACIES -
Sparkstar - a large ginger tabby tom with amber eyes.
>> became mates with the LowClan warrior Ravendrift and had three daughters - Spottedkit, who tragically passed, Emberpond, and Morningfall. Emberpond went on to raise multiple litters within SummitClan, allowing Ravendrift's and Sparkstar's blood to continue on.
notable deputies: Eaglesong, Littlejump, & Cragfang
Cragstar - scarred and slender brown ticked tabby molly with amber eyes.
>> after losing two of her kits during battles between LowClan, Cragstar led many battle patrols against LowClan. While she lived a surprisingly long time, her last life was lost during one of these battles.
notable deputies: Rockfrost, Goatstep, Icicledrop, & Sedgethorn
Sedgestar - small brown and white tabby molly with green eyes.
>> is the current leader with only one life left. She is the grandkit of Cragstar and continues her grandmother's aggression toward LowClan.
notable deputies: Fogmask, Rainwatcher -- LOWCLAN LEGACIES -
Sprucestar - slender solid blue-gray tom with green eyes.
>> the former mate of Ravendrift. He was once ambitious and eager, but once he became leader he grew lazy and incompetent, causing Ravendrift to fall out of love with him. He grew delusional after her leaving him for Sparkstar, leading multiple raids to try and win her back.
notable deputies: Grassbloom, Thicketjay
Thicketstar - brown and white tabby molly with amber eyes.
>> even after Sprucestar died, Thicketstar continued to fight for her former leader's kits. In one of her first battles as leader she brutally took Sparkstar's last life.
notable deputies: Yarrownose, Lilyheart, Graniteshade, & Mooseheart
Moosestar - large brown tabby tom with amber eyes.
>> by the end of his nine lives he was almost ready to call a truce with SummitClan, only to have his rage reignited when his son was killed by SummitClan while on a border patrol.
notable deputies: Fernsnap, Goldenbear
Goldenstar - broad pale ginger tabby tom with copper eyes.
>> was the shortest lived LowClan leader, losing all nine lives within rapid succession due to all the raids he led on SummitClan.
notable deputies: Scarletstream, Runninghare
Runningstar - long-limbed tabby tortoiseshell molly with green eyes.
>> current leader, receiving her lives only three moons ago.
notable deputies: Auburntail
-- CHARACTER TRACKER -
Feathertalon : Sedgestar, Dimheart, Cardinalcloud, Blizzardsong, Graystorm, Irisbreeze, Ratface, Antwing, Coyotestorm, Owlmask, Shadestone, Swallowfur, Bearpaw, Wolfpaw, Lichenwing, Hummingfrost, Elmkit, Hickorykit, Spicekit // Runningstar, Bucktail, Turkeyjaw, Hareleap, Lionrush, Darkfern, Softmaple, Larkcloud, Arnicastep, Parsnipwhisker, Lizardthroat, Peatshade, Chicorypaw, Mulepaw, Goldenblaze-` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 : Rainwatcher, Featherpool, Rookfeather, Heatherslip, Honeycloud, Marshflight, Gentlesplash, Comfreyheart, Stoneflank, Stormygaze, Cloudmist, Whisperleaf, Hazelskip, Mudpounce, Snowdrop, Rushpaw, Applepaw, Hollypurr, ???kit, Icekit, Smokehail // Auburntail, Flarepaw, Crowfluff, Skunktail, Ripplewing, Dappleflower, Stormshade, Sparrowstrike, Sootpetal, Thistlesneak, Slateflicker, Littlepaw, Bumblepaw, Charcoalblaze, Sablekit, Emberkit, Elkheart |
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 19, 2024 17:59:04 GMT -5
-- SUMMITCLAN TERRITORY -
SummitClan has made their home in the crooks and crags of the towering mountains. As their Clan name suggests, they live among the clouds and are always reaching for the stars.
Tempered Geysers: These are the large holes in the ground that tend to randomly shoot out scolding water. There is a layer of them closer to the LowClan border and the SummitClan cats tend to steer clear of these places. Pine River: Long, fast flowing river that skirts through the pine forest, trailing up the mountain before flowing into a lake that tips into a waterfall. It is excellent for fishing. Star-Soaked Pools: Hidden behind this waterfall, in a beautiful cave littered with light from the cracks in the roof, bordering the pine forest and the prairie. There is a pool in the middle of the cave that the medicine cats and leaders go to converse with their starry ancestors.Starry Waterfall: The waterfall that falls off the side of the mountain. Large and incredibly dangerous. The rocks around here tend to be extremely slippery, costing many cats their lives. It is on the east side of the territory.Tall Pines: Large grove of pine trees that the Clan usually uses to teach climbing, practice climbing, hunting squirrels.Starry Lake: A large lake that looks almost bottomless. It tips over the mountains cliffs into a large waterfall.Twisting Twoleg Path: A long path that twolegs use almost year 'round. Typically, cats stray away from here unless it's dark. These tends to have twolegs using it, during the day, and the occasional campsite along the path during the summer seasons.Shady Hollow: A dirt hollow typically used by apprentices and their mentors to learn fight moves and practice anything they may need - such as hunting skills.Paradise Peak: This is SummitClan's camp. A sheltered cave among the slopes of the mountain, there is more than enough room for cats to mill about and stretch their legs. Hollows and dips make for cozy dens. Toward the end of the cave is Tumbled Stone, an array of fallen boulders where the leader makes their Clan announcements. -- LOWCLAN TERRITORY -
LowClan has claimed the flatlands of the prairie as their home. The stars shine brightly above them, and the world stretches on forever in front of them. For LowClan, being at the bottom feels like living on the top. Plains River: This river snakes through the moor, leaving the ground near it soggy and slightly marshy. It flows from the bottom of the waterfall.Grazing Grasslands: This tends to be the majority of the Clan's territory- open grasslands and moor that border the pine forest and the lake that flows from the bottom of the waterfall. It is the grazing grasslands due to the amount of wildlife - like buffalo, bison and elk - that will graze on the plush grass. The cats tend to stay away from these large creatures, but they do not tend to be dangerous.Plateau Thunderpath: This is the only thunderpath that divides the moor and forest, though it is very rarely used by the twolegs and their noisy monsters. It typically grows quiet in the winter seasons specifically, with no usage.Moorland Hotsprings: Pretty self explanatory - a group of ponds that are warmed by the earth. Many cats will go in these waters to relax aching muscles. Typically used by the elders to do so.Moor Grove & Moor Marsh: A small patch of trees home to various birds and the occasional squirrel - used to also help teach the apprentices how to climb, to give themselves a feel and idea on how their opposing Clan fights. This also tends to be where the Moor Marsh is, closer to the water that cuts through the territory. It tends to be very dangerous for young cats alone, so it is always advised that no cat goes alone to this landmark.Prairie's Heart: A patch of lush ground surrounded by shadowy pines makes up LowClan's camp. Entangled thickets and old warrens make up the dens of the camp, and with evergreen trees encircling the area, the camp is typically well protected from fierce winds that may blow in. Near the center of camp is the Calling Stump, a large, wide broken stump of an old pine tree where leaders make their announcements.
-- PREY -
Big game (Deer, bison, elk, etc. Taken only if found freshly dead from other predators)
Birds (Wood duck, mallard, ruffed grouse, gray partridge, rock pigeon, common nighthawk, calliope hummingbird, killdeer, northern flicker, etc.)
Chipmunks
Falcons (rare)
Freshwater fish (Arctic grayling, mountain sucker, mountain whitefish, redside shiner, yellowstone cutthroat, lake chub, brook trout, brown trout, etc.)
Frogs (LowClan mostly)
Mice
Pikas
Rabbits
Shrews
Squirrels (SummitClan mostly)
Weasels -- NEUTRAL -
Beavers
Bighorn sheep
Bison
Cranes
Deer (Mule & white-tail)
Elk
Moose
Mountain goats
Twolegs
-- PREDATORS -
Badgers
Bears (Grizzly & black)
Bobcats
Cougars
Coyotes
Lynx
Wolves
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 19, 2024 17:59:17 GMT -5
-- SUMMITCLAN FAMILY TREE -
Sparkstar x Ravendrift = Spottedkit, Emberpond, Morningfall
Emberpond x Littlejump = Cloudflare, Smallpaw ; Frozenbite, Shardkit, Brightshade ; Mottlepaw
Frozenbite x Mosstail = Stormflower, Falconleap, Cinderkit
Falconleap x Nectarclaw = Ledgebloom, Stonehawk
Ledgebloom x Pinewing = Squirrelskip ; Bearpath, Chipmunkclaw
Squirrelskip x Cedarnose = Mistkit, Aspenkit ; Pondjumper, Mountainfog, Willowpaw
Silverfin x Pondjumper = Dimheart, Hummingfrost, Darkpaw
Hummingfrost x Irisbreeze = expecting
Darkgaze x Thunderthroat = Shadestone, Stoneflank
Smokehail x Skysong = Rainwatcher, Featherpool
Cardinalcloud x Gingerslip = Honeycloud, Marshflight, Gentlesplash, Softmaple
Ratface x Fogmask = Coyotestorm, Owlmask
Graystorm x Pricklestrike = Heatherslip, Rookfeather
Rookfeather x Hollypurr = ???kit, Icekit, Spicekit
Nettletooth x Beeflower = Wolfpaw, Bearpaw
Lichenwing x Blizzardsong = Elmkit, Hickorykit
-- LOWCLAN FAMILY TREE -
Elkheart x Meadowleaf = Crowfluff, Thistlesneak
Goldenstar x Troutstrike = Larkcloud, Dappleflower, Fawnpaw
Yarrowfrost x Riverwing = Littlepaw, Bumblepaw, Chicorypaw
Roseflight x Yellowstripe = Goldenblaze, Lionrush
Scarletstream x Rootdust = Pearkit, Bloompaw ; Arnicastep, Parsnipwhisker, Lilypaw
Auburntail x Goldenblaze = Flarepaw, Redkit ; expecting
Charcoalblaze x Thistlesneak = Sablekit, Emberkit
-- SUMMITCLAN RELATIONSHIPS -
Dimheart mentors Rushpaw
Cardinalcloud mentors Applepaw
Cloudmist mentors Bearpaw
Rainwatcher mentors Wolfpaw
Hollypurr and Rookfeather are mates
Hummingfrost and Irisbreeze are mates
Lichenwing and Blizzardsong are mates
Featherpool and Dimheart have a crush on each other
Owlmask has a crush on Honeycloud
-- LOWCLAN RELATIONSHIPS -
Bucktail mentors Flarepaw
Turkeyjaw mentors Littlepaw
Lizardthroat mentors Bumblepaw
Sootpetal mentors Chicorypaw
Runningstar mentors Mulepaw
Auburntail and Goldenblaze are mates
Thistlesneak and Charcoalblaze are ex-mates
-- SUMMITCLAN ALLEGIANCES -
Leader:
-- Sedgestar - small brown and white tabby molly with green eyes; argumentative, proud, cunning. 1/9 lives left
Deputy:
-- Rainwatcher - large long-haired gray tabby tom with green eyes; stubborn, egocentric, ruthless.
Medicine Cat:
-- Featherpool - silver and white tabby molly with blue eyes; kind, sweet, stubborn.
Warriors:
-- Cardinalcloud - aging long-furred cinnamon silver tabby molly with pale green eyes; level-headed, wise, selfless.
-- Graystorm - solid dark gray tomcat with amber eyes; opinionated, strong-willed, fierce.
-- Blizzardsong - broad solid white tom with amber eyes; calculating, quiet, introspective.
-- Rookfeather - large long-furred smoky black tabby tom with pale green eyes; level-headed, thoughtful, stubborn.
-- Heatherslip - a long-furred tortoiseshell molly with green-yellow eyes; respectful, motherly, wishful.
-- Dimheart - silvery white molly with inky black tabby stripes and amber eyes; stubborn, loyal, introverted.
-- Ratface - stocky seal point tomcat with pale blue eyes; temperamental, traditional, assertive.
-- Honeycloud - a small cinnamon tabby molly with amber eyes; obnoxious, out-going, adventurous.
-- Marshflight - a thick-furred cinnamon and white tabby tom with green eyes; level-headed, quiet, concerned.
-- Gentlesplash - a small ginger and white molly with amber eyes; quiet, gentle, optimistic.
-- Coyotestorm - slender lynx point tomcat with blue eyes; snarky, energetic, territorial.
-- Owlmask - thin seal point molly with pale blue eyes; nervous, jittery, charismatic.
-- Antwing - small red ticked tabby tom with amber-green eyes; short-tempered, insecure, harsh.
-- Comfreyheart - sandy colored molly with green eyes; romantic, motherly, obnoxious.
-- Stoneflank - a gray and white tabby tom with amber eyes; efficient, stern, apathetic.
-- Shadestone - dark mostly gray dilute tortoiseshell molly with amber eyes; combative, aggressive, minimalistic.
-- Stormygaze - a large black tom with gray undertones and gray eyes; stubborn, energetic, thoughtful.
-- Cloudmist - white molly with one blue eye and one yellow eye; spontaneous, anxious, sarcastic.
-- Whisperleaf - dilute calico molly with bright orange eyes; shy, kind, loving.
-- Hazelskip - a chocolate and white molly with amber eyes; charming, dismissive, childish.
-- Mudpounce - large chocolate tom with green eyes; cunning, quiet, sarcastic.
-- Snowdrop - small white molly with blue-green eyes; observant, paternalistic, impatient.
-- Swallowfur - thick-furred black and white tom with soft green eyes; loud, impulsive, daring.
Apprentices:
-- Bearpaw - large fluffy brown-black molly with orange eyes and a stub tail; friendly, eager, confident.
-- Wolfpaw - large fluffy solid gray molly with intense amber eyes; indomitable, strategic, focused.
-- Rushpaw - solid gray cat with bright green eyes; quiet, easily-angered, stubborn.
-- Applepaw - long-haired ginger tabby molly with bright amber-green eyes; cheerful, sweet, challenging.
Queens:
-- Lichenwing - slender dilute calico molly with green eyes; dutiful, considerate, picky.
-- kits: Elmkit, Hickorykit
-- Hummingfrost - fluffy silver-white molly with black tabby markings and copper eyes; gentle, maternal, romantic.
-- kits: expecting
Kits:
-- Elmkit - brown tabby tom with amber-green eyes; friendly, eager, competitive.
-- Hickorykit - ruddy tomcat with sharp green eyes; insecure, flighty, wise.
-- Icekit - smoky black and white tabby tom with green eyes; shy, empathetic, kind.
-- ???kit - pretty, fluffy, and small dilute calico molly with green eyes; energetic, stubborn, mischievous.
-- Spicekit - bright ginger tabby tom with amber-green eyes; sassy, compassionate, loving.
Elders:
-- Smokehail - a large, old gray tom with blinding blue eyes; observant, loyal, hot-headed.
-- LOWCLAN ALLEGIANCES -
Leader:
-- Runningstar - long-limbed tabby tortoiseshell molly with green eyes; wily, deceptive, quick-witted. 9/9 lives left
Deputy:
-- Auburntail - ruddy brown tomcat with golden eyes; strategic, thoughtful, ambitious.
Medicine Cat:
-- Bucktail - long-furred cream tabby tom with a plumy tail and copper eyes; kind-hearted, extroverted, gentle.
Medicine Cat Apprentice:
-- Flarepaw - small ginger and white molly with amber eyes; soft-spoken, spiritual, sweet.
Warriors:
-- Turkeyjaw - slender gray tabby tom with copper eyes; loyal, practical, calm.
-- Crowfluff - fluffy black tom with bright green eyes; adventurous, studious, genuine.
-- Skunktail - black and white molly with bright green eyes; snappy, rambunctious, collected.
-- Ripplewing - fluffy smoky black tom with green eyes; curious, self-centered, narrow-minded.
-- Hareleap - long-limbed and slender pale brown tabby tom with bright green eyes; energetic, spunky, fatherly.
-- Lionrush - thick-furred ginger tabby tom with amber eyes; bold, noble, proud.
-- Darkfern - tortoiseshell molly with green eyes; cold, sarcastic, distant.
-- Softmaple - thick-furred silver cinnamon tabby molly with white accents and bright green eyes; sturdy, tactical, adaptive.
-- Dappleflower - brown spotted tabby molly with green eyes; confident, noncommittal, thoughtless.
-- Larkcloud - brown tabby molly with a white chest and amber eyes; worrywart, anxious, daydreamer.
-- Stormshade - gray and white tom with yellow eyes; charismatic, stern, abrasive.
-- Sparrowstrike - brown and white long-haired tabby tom with copper eyes; soft, romantic, loving.
-- Arnicastep - white tom with ginger ears and tail and amber eyes; haughty, snarky, attention-seeking.
-- Parsnipwhisker - white molly with ginger tabby patches and amber eyes; indecisive, aggressive, sarcastic.
-- Sootpetal - slender short gray molly with copper eyes; hard-working, loyal, genuine.
-- Thistlesneak - gray tabby tom with bright green eyes; mute, generous, stolid.
-- Slateflicker - long-haired tuxedo molly with bright yellow-green eyes; alert, concerned, fickle.
-- Lizardthroat - sandy brown ticked tabby tom with amber eyes; charismatic, story-teller, yearning.
-- Peatshade - large brown tabby tom with amber eyes; introverted, strong-willed, prickly.
Apprentices:
-- Mulepaw - dusty brown-gray and white tabby molly with green eyes; feisty, confident, overzealous.
-- Chicorypaw - slender solid gray molly with green eyes; bubbly, intrusive, over-thinker.
-- Bumblepaw - white tom with black stripes; outgoing, loud, gossiper.
-- Littlepaw - a small, dainty white molly with pale yellow eyes; gentle, soft-spoken, sweet.
Queens:
-- Charcoalblaze - chocolate tortoiseshell molly with bright blue eyes; motherly, sweet, stubborn.
-- kits: Sablekit, Emberkit
-- Goldenblaze - fluffy ginger and white tabby molly with amber eyes; protective, motherly, territorial.
-- kits: expecting
Kits:
-- Sablekit - chocolate tortoiseshell molly with amber eyes; sassy, silly, loud.
-- Emberkit - silver tabby tom with copper eyes; curious, gossiper, mischievous.
Elders:
-- Elkheart - black tom with a graying muzzle and orange eyes; strong-willed, stubborn, kind.
-- STARCLAN -
-- Irisbreeze - scruffy smoky black and white tom with amber eyes; determined, loyal, kind-hearted.
-- Hollypurr - white molly with bright green eyes; kind, gentle, stubborn. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 19, 2024 20:37:46 GMT -5
Hummingfrost »
Storm clouds gathered on the western horizon.
This in and of itself was not concerning, but peculiar. Storms usually festered on the eastern horizon, very rarely on the west side.
Across camp Sedgestar, the elderly leader of SummitClan, was calling forth some of her best warriors. Tension rippled in the old molly’s shoulders as she stood tall amongst her Clanmates. ”Rainwatcher, Graystorm, Cloudmist, Snowdrop, Shadestone,” called the leader with quick efficiency. Sedgestar may be gray in the muzzle but she was still as sharp minded as ever.
This same scene had played out many times over. Sedgestar would gather her Clan together and, with powerful warriors in tow, march out of camp to scale down the mountainside and step paw into the prairie grass that cloaked SummitClan’s neighbor LowClan. In the last few moons hostility between the two Clans had slowed down which was surely due to the death of Goldenstar. His deputy Runninghare, now Runningstar, had succeeded him only three moons prior. The former deputy, now leader of LowClan, was a formidable feline herself, a cat who had battled in her fair share of skirmishes, but LowClan’s silence across the border was surely them growing accustomed to their new leadership. Sedgestar had been kind to leave them be for three moons, but the thirst for battle was apparent in her movements. Peace - if it could even be called that - never lasted long between the two Clans. SummitClan’s leader wanted to strike before LowClan had the chance.
”Irisbreeze.”
The sound of Sedgestar calling her mate’s name snapped Hummingfrost out of the half doze she had been in. From the other side of camp appeared a smoke-black and white tom, solemn in his steps as he approached his leader, dipped his head in a respectful greeting, and then turned to stand beside the rest of the patrol.
Hummingfrost’s copper gaze bore into her mate’s pelt, anxiety prickling her pelt, twitching her stomach. She had no doubt in Irisbreeze’s fighting skills. He had been on countless battle patrols, and while Hummingfrost worried for him every time he was expected to fight, her fear for him was now tenfold. Tiny paws pushed against her from inside her swollen flanks, an uncomfortable reminder of why her worry was so much more. They had a family to look forward to sooner rather than later. Kits would be tumbling about their paws and pulling at their whiskers with giggles and snorts. Hummingfrost had always known she was destined to be a mother, to help raise kits for the Clan, and she knew Irisbreeze had always dreamed of becoming a father. Now that they were so close to achieving that goal Hummingfrost was beyond fearful that something would happen to shatter their happy little family.
As if he could feel his mate’s rattled nerves, Irisbreeze met Hummingfrost’s gaze. A ghost of a smile flickered across his face, a second of reassurance. Irisbreeze wanted nothing more than to be with his future family, but he was a loyal SummitClan warrior through and through. Being appointed to battle was an honor for him that Hummingfrost would never quite understand.
She took a deep breath. Rattled, but somewhat calmer, the silver tabby shifted on her paws, curling her feathery tail around her body and pulling it tightly against her. All she could do was sit in camp and pray to StarClan for her mate’s return.
Just when Hummingfrost expected Sedgestar to send her patrol out of camp and down the mountain, the leader called for one more name. ”Hollypurr.”
Tufted ears shot up straight on Hummingfrost’s head when she heard the leader call for the white queen that shared a den with Hummingfrost. It was not that long ago that the white molly had given birth to her own litter, her three kits still relying on their mother for warmth and milk. Their eyes weren’t even open yet, and already Sedgestar was calling for Hollypurr to join in on a battle patrol. Hummingfrost’s gut twisted uneasily once more.
”Don’t fret, Hummingfrost. I had only given birth two sunrises before the last battle patrol when Sedgestar asked me to accompany them. And Hollypurr’s tough. She’ll be back to nurse her kits before they even realize they’re hungry.” Lichenwing, another queen of SummitClan, padded up next to Hummingfrost, brushing her tail comfortingly along the tabby’s protruding flank.
Queens being expected to also fight for their Clan was a common occurrence in both SummitClan and LowClan. Every set of claws was needed for this feud that had gone on for as long as any cat could remember. That didn’t make it any less nerve-wracking for Hummingfrost, though, and as she scanned the Clan she could tell she wasn’t the only cat unnerved by this brutal practice.
Once more she shifted on her paws. Her unborn kits wriggled frantically, sensing their mother’s distress. ”I know, but it’s so hard to not think about what could happen… I mean, every cat thought Hailmist would never fall in battle, yet…” A formidable, strong warrior of SummitClan, Hailmist had been all muscle clad in a pelt of silver and white. She had been SummitClan’s fiercest fighter almost four moons ago. No cat had thought she’d succumb to the wounds of battle, so when her battered body had been dragged back to camp, no cat had been able to speak a single word. If Hailmist of all cats could be defeated in battle, then that meant no cat was safe.
Lichenwing’s gaze faltered, darkening in memory of their fallen Clanmate. Hailmist was far from the first cat to lose their life in battle, but she had been the most recent. Her blood still stained the camp floor. ”She wouldn’t have wanted to join StarClan any other way. She’ll guide our warriors in this battle. No lives will be lost,” Lichenwing mewed, still unable to meet Hummingfrost’s fretful gaze. The tabby’s fur prickled. Lichenwing doubted her reassurance.
Saying nothing more Hummingfrost pressed closer to her fellow queen. She watched in silence as Sedgestar motioned for her patrol to head out. A hollowness pitted in her stomach as Irisbreeze faded from her view, the last thing Hummingfrost seeing of her mate was his tail-tip as he slipped out of camp. Hollypurr was not far behind.
Thunder rumbled from the western side of the mountain.
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The dark clouds over head made the entire camp gloomy- darkness slowly shrouding over as the clouds rumbled with the distant sounds of thunder.
Rookfeather was seated outside the nursery, next to the beautiful white molly that had her tail linked with his own. The kits mewled in the nursery behind them, and despite the itch to tend to them, both the tom and molly stayed silent, gazing towards the leader who seemed just as tense as usual. The names being called out was nothing new. It was like routine at this point. Something the whole of Summitclan had grown accustomed to. The calling of names that would be included in the patrol to go and attack their rival clan- Lowclan.
Rookfeather had been on a few patrols himself. He had been in the last one, and despite his mates pleas of him to stay behind, he promised her he would return, no matter what. And return he did. Of course he had clipped his ears in the battle and received a pretty heavy scar or two, he still returned in one hundred percent health. Hollypurr had been forever thankful to Starclan, rubbing all over the smokey colored tom as soon as he returned to poke his head in the nursery. It had been three moons since that, though, and the tensions felt even higher this time around. It seemed their own leader, Sedgestar, was starting to grow desperate and battle hungry as she clung to her last remaining lives. Rainwatcher seemed to just sit idly by, allowing the leader to take charge and quite literally charge into battle over and over. Some cats whispered about the large deputy having some sort of ulterior motif to allowing the leader to go on these battle patrols, but who was Rookfeather to judge or ask the deputy about it?
The smokey tom leaned against the white molly- Hollypurr- gently, ears swiveling as he heard was he assumed was the last name to be called. He slowly stood, looking towards his best friend. Irisbreeze was a strong and capable warrior, that Rookfeather knew, but it still didn't rid his thoughts of the worries he had. He also couldn't help but cast his glance to Hummingfrost, a gentle frown on his maw. She was due any time now, and to think her mate would be in battle was disheartening. But, as all loyal warriors would say, fighting for your clan was extremely important. Especially with the reasons they were all fighting for.
Reasons... What were the reasons they were fighting again? Rookfeather would be lying if he said he knew. It had been generations of long battles and many lives lost, so the young warrior wouldn't even be able to explain what Summitclan was even fighting for.
Rookfeather was about to wish the warriors good luck, and pray Starclan fights beside them. Until Sedgestar spoke one final name. The name that would drop the toms heart into pieces, and leave his mouth open in horror.
No. NO. Sedgestar couldn't do this... not to Hollypurr. Not him or their litter. Their kits haven't even opened their eyes yet!
With his fur bristling, he stared in horror as his mate stood solemnly, head held high regardless. She looked at Rookfeather with a longing gaze. "It'll be okay, my love. I promise I'll be back, for you and our beautiful kits. We'll name them when I come home, in honor of our victory." Hollypurr mewed softly, leaning in to rub her muzzle against Rookfeather's. She stepped back before he could protest, making her way towards the other lined up warriors.
Rookfeather, however, refused to back down. He padded forward swiftly, staring at Rainwatcher and Sedgestar. "Please! Let me go in her place, she needs to stay with our kits! They don't even have names yet!" The smokey black tom pleaded, ears flattened against his skull. Surely the leader and deputy wouldn't argue- Rookfeather was a warrior, they couldn't send a queen into battle. But alas, they have before, and the pain of losing them was unmatched. The young tom couldn't even fathom losing his mate in a battle that they didn't even know the reason they were fighting for.
Despite the efforts of the young smokey tom, the deputy stepped forward, growling softly and causing the new father bow down. "Regardless of kits, Hollypurr is a capable warrior that can fight. Do you doubt her skills, Rookfeather?" Rainwatcher almost snarled, a sneer on his muzzle as he glanced around, green eyes blazing. "Does any warrior in Summitclan doubt Hollypurr's abilities to fight?" The deputy asked out loud. He waited a few seconds and received a few hushed whispers disagreeing. Most of the clan knew Hollypurr was a capable warrior- much like Rookfeather himself. It was one of the things he loved about his mate.
As the responses rallied, Rainwatcher turned to look at Rookfeather again, growling deeply. "She will be going with us. Go back to the nursery and watch over your kits until she returns." And with that, Rainwatcher turned to the patrol and led the way out of camp.
Rookfeather stayed crouched, green eyes glaring after the patrol as Hollypurr's white tail tip disappeared last. His fur bristled and his ears laid flat.
Eventually, Honeycloud stepped forward and nudged Rookfeather up. "Let's go, Rookfeather. I'm sure Hummingfrost will help you look over the kits until Hollypurr comes back." The cinnamon molly whispered, laying her tail against his bristled, smokey black tabby coat and guiding him towards the nursery. She glanced sadly towards the queens, silently asking them to look over the young tom. Surely they understood how he felt, right?
Reluctantly, the tom stood and turned towards the nursery, looking towards Hummingfrost. Surely she understand where he was coming from. He pushed past the other cats and slumped into the nursery, laying around his kits and hushing them softly, "Quiet, little ones. Mama will be home soon. Then you can eat again. Rest now." He mumbled, curling his tail around the litter of three.
The thunder continued to rumble ahead, only signaling the pain and despair the clan would soon be faced with upon the patrols return.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 20, 2024 14:20:36 GMT -5
Hummingfrost »
Electricity crackled in camp as a young warrior charged toward the Clan leader and deputy. The SummitClan cats seemed to hold their breath as they watched the confrontation, some morbidly curious on what the outcome would be while others held back shivers of worry under their pelts. Not many cats had the gall to speak out against the leader and deputy. Sedgestar commanded respect with her title, lives, and the fact that she was a seasoned warrior with moons upon moons of experience under her claws. Rainwatcher, while still a relatively newer deputy, had always been a fierce cat. He had faced countless battles - as had all the warriors of SummitClan - but it had been no surprise when Sedgestar picked Rainwatcher over any other warrior after Fogmask had suddenly passed after battling an unknown illness. The wily leader had always been fond of Rainwatcher and his aggressive demeanor.
The Clan watched, breath bated, for either Sedgestar or Rainwatcher to respond.
It was the deputy who managed a response first. Sedgestar remained at the head of her patrol, expression neutral yet limbs taught and claws flexing. She was eager for bloodshed and had not expected a hindrance in her plans.
Hummingfrost watched in fearful silence as the altercation took place. It came to no surprise that Rookfeather was causing a scene in the name of his mate and her safety. For as thoughtful and level-headed as the dark-furred warrior was, he had a rebellious streak when it came to defending the ones he loved. The silver queen wasn’t extremely close with the warrior, but Irisbreeze and Rookfeather had always been close friends. The two toms were almost inseparable, and while Hummingfrost had chatted amiably with Rookfeather at the side of her mate, it had always been clear that Irisbreeze and Rookfeather were the main attraction of any conversation they were in with one another. But Hummingfrost had seen the fiery gleam in Rookfeather’s eyes, the way he stood taller and haunched his shoulders together, when he was about to defend his beliefs. He was not the kind of cat that let others walk over him - if he believed that a cat was doing something wrong then he’d point it out.
Even if that cat was his leader and deputy..
No cat could deny that Rainwatcher brought up good points - Hollypurr was a wonderful fighter and a great asset to SummitClan. There was no warrior here that would doubt her skills as a warrior. Even now that she was nursing kits Hollypurr’s claws were sure to be as sharp as ever; her claws would be sharper because she was a nursing queen. The ferocity of a mother could not be matched by anything else. Perhaps that was why Sedgestar was so keen on sending new mothers out onto the battlefield. The leader was no idiot, she knew what she was doing and how to pick the fiercest of fighters.
A stirring of apprehension wormed in Hummingfrost’s stomach. It wouldn’t be too much longer before she had her kits, a quarter moon at the latest. Would Sedgestar expect her to go to battle before her kits even had a chance to be named? Would Irisbreeze stand up for her and try to get her out of going into battle? Perhaps Rainwatcher would agree that she’d be better off in camp; whereas Hollypurr was a proven fighter, Hummingfrost wasn’t. She had always been too soft-hearted for battle. For a while there she had thought about becoming a medicine cat apprentice, but Hummingfrost learned very quickly that that occupation was not for her. Blood made her squeamish and she had always wanted to become a mother. Being a medicine cat would mean she’d have to live without ever experiencing the thrills of motherhood.
The crowd dispersed, cats breaking off into different groups as Rookfeather backed down, escorted by Honeycloud toward the nursery. Hummingfrost met the other molly’s questioning gaze and nodded. For as frazzled and worried Hummingfrost was, she could only imagine just how worked up Rookfeather was. He had been the one to challenge the Clan’s authority figures, after all.
Swiftly thanking Lichenwing for her support, Hummingfrost pulled away from the calico and slipped into the nursery. There, Rookfeather was already curled around his kits, the tiny creatures wriggling about, perhaps confused as to why their mother’s scent had faded. ”Do you and Hollypurr have any names thought out for them yet?” Hummingfrost asked softly, hoping that the question would ease both her and Rookfeather’s nerves. Hummingfrost wouldn’t be able to rest easy until her mate returned, and she was sure Rookfeather felt the same, but it wouldn’t hurt to try and reassure them both even if just a little bit.
From outside thunder rumbled across the mountains. Hummingfrost curled into her nest, attention still on Rookfeather. She could only hope that the storm and battle would not last long.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Mar 20, 2024 23:16:31 GMT -5
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The warmth of their father had the three kits nuzzling close, despite the lack in the scent of milk. Rookfeather couldn't help but watch the three with a purr. One pretty little calico kitten, one smokey tabby like himself and a bright little ginger tabby. It was a plethora of colored coats and the young father adored each and every one of his kits. They mewed and squirmed, quieting down as he offered hushed whispers of 'it's alright's and 'i got you'. The three of them seemed relatively pleased by Rookfeather's voice and he was beyond thankful for that. Sure, the three were barely a week old, but with the amount of talking he had done to Hollypurr's stomach before she had given birth proved to be effective. His sister had thought he was insane and silly when he told her, but it was the outcome he was hoping for in he end. He had even explained his idea to Irisbreeze when he found the kits reacting by rolling in their mothers stomach, hoping the smokey black and white tom would try the same with his own mate.
Rookfeather lapped his tongue along the ginger tabby, ears swiveling towards the voice of the queen. His pale green gaze shifted to look at the heavily pregnant molly, listening quietly to her question. He finished grooming the ginger kit and nosed him closer to his sister and brother before lifting his head again.
The smokey black tabby tom hesitated and glanced back down at the litter. He shook his head slowly before frowning, eyebrows knitted together as he did so. Names were something they had been discussing over the past couple of days and only two names had stuck so far. They were struggling on a third name for the kits, and Rookfeather didn't plan to name them while Hollypurr was off in battle.
"Uh, we have names for two. For the two toms." The young warrior eventually replied, licking the heads of both tom kits. He nosed the ginger tabby first. "Spicekit for the little ginger one. And," he then nosed the tom that was almost a spitting image of Rookfeather himself, yet the kitten hosted more silver and white than his father, "Icekit for this little one." He mewed, glancing towards Hummingfrost. "We were struggling with a name for our little she-kit, but I think we have time before she opens her eyes to name her. I'm sure Hollypurr will have a pretty name to match her." Rookfeather purred softly, nuzzling his little calico kitten with a small sigh.
The young warrior was extremely grateful that the queen was avoiding talking about the battle- even if it was one short and simple question to deter their minds. Of course that didn't completely remove the way both worried for their mates. Rookfeather took pity on the expecting queen in return- her own mate was risking his life too. His best friend. Sure, they were best friends, but the smokey black tabby tom hadn't ever really went out of his way to talk to the queen- even when the four of them [ Rookfeather, Irisbreeze, Hummingfrost and Hollypurr ] all hung out together. He didn't actively avoid conversations, he just hadn't really looked for friends outside of Irisbreeze and his own mate.
"What about you and Irisbreeze? Have you discussed names at all?" The new father asked in return. Sure it was early, but some mates discussed names before kits were born, so who was Rookfeather to judge? He knew the kittens that his best friend and the pretty queen would have were bound to be just as adorable as the two cats parenting them.
Rookfeather watched the queen for a moment longer before looking at the kits beside him, they had finally settled down and fell asleep again, curled against their fathers belly. He lowered his head and rested his tail over them. It seemed as if even the slightest breeze would steal them away and refused to allow that.
The thunder rumbled even louder, making it feel like the earth was shaking under paw.
Outside the den, in the clearing of the camp, the medicine cat was pacing back and forth as she set up herbs and different items she would need for any possible injuries. Just like Rookfeather, Featherpool was praying to Starclan that all the cats that Sedgestar had called for returned home soon- and alive.
It was only a matter of waiting now, and the remaining cats of the clan did just that as the rain started to roar down on the clan.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 21, 2024 20:42:26 GMT -5
Hummingfrost »
Becoming a mother had always been Hummingfrost’s dream. There was nothing else in the world that she wanted to do more. To raise and nurture young, to watch kits on their very first day of life and see them grow into strong, formidable warriors… The rewards from that was endless. And now Hummingfrost was truly a part of that, her flanks swollen with the miracle of new life. It wouldn’t be long now before she and Irisbreeze welcomed their first litter, and she was already excited for all the other litters they would have together.
If her mate returned from the battle.
The smile on her face as she looked at Rookfeather’s and Hollypurr’s kits momentarily twisted into a tight-lipped frown.
No, she wouldn’t think about that. Irisbreeze would return. He had a family to come home to.
The queen shifted around in her nest, adjusting her comfort. Copper eyes focused on the tiny kits nuzzling deeper and deeper into their father’s pelt. Her smile slowly returned. She couldn’t wait to see her kits snuggling against Irisbreeze.
Names for the kits. Right. That’s what they were talking about before her mind began to drift off, twisting itself into dark tunnels and hopeless hollows. ”Those names are lovely,” she purred gently, craning her head forward to get a better look at the two tom kits. Hummingfrost had yet to hear of another warrior with the ‘Spice’ prefix in SummitClan. She felt like she could remember a LowClan elder with that name back when she had been an apprentice - Spiceheart had been her name maybe? Or had it been Spicepool? Either way, the name wasn’t unheard of, but more so used for the flatland cats. They liked to name their kits after flowers and vegetation more than SummitClan cats did - they had more foliage down there than up here in the mountains - and spice did bring forth the image of a lush field full of blooming wildflowers and bustling bees. It suited the little tom. His red tones did remind Hummingfrost of some of the flowers she had seen.
The queen’s eyes landed on the silver and white tom kit snuggled against Spicekit. There was no doubt as to why his name was Icekit. While somewhat common in SummitClan, it was still a prefix that commanded respect and carried a silent power about it. Ice was everywhere in the mountains. SummitClan cats were taught how to avoid ice patches and how to successfully walk across if they couldn’t be avoided. This training didn’t stop accidents from happening. There had even been times where an unfortunate soul slid over ice and tumbled down the mountain side, down, down, down…
Hummingfrost didn’t want to think about that. She knew the world was full of dangers no cat could predict, but she liked to imagine that the world wasn’t that scary.
She focused back onto little Icekit. He would be a strong warrior one day.
Her eyes then drifted to the little molly. Hummingfrost chuffed softly, whiskers twitching. The only female in her litter was sure to have her paws full with her two brothers. She was a cute little thing, her kit fluff dappled with soft colors of cream, gray, and white. Hummingfrost was reminded of the gentle colors of the sunrise over the mountains. Dawnkit, Morningkit… Those were the two names that came to mind, but Hummingfrost kept these ideas to herself. The molly was not her kit. She had no say in what her name would be, and she didn’t want Rookfeather to feel like she was taking charge in an affair that was not her business.
A tender smile pulled at her muzzle. Her heart warmed at the sight of all the kits, but there was something about the little molly that just seemed…well, for lack of a better word - special. ”I’m sure whatever you name the two of you decide on will be perfect. I think all the names you’ve picked so far are perfect. They fit.” She nodded warmly toward the bundle of kits snuggled deeply into their father’s fur. The sight of them reminded Hummingfrost of how excited she was to meet her own kits. It wouldn’t be much longer now, but it felt like the days were dragging on longer and longer the closer she got to giving birth.
Thunder clapped violently overhead, rain slamming against the mountains so viciously that it could be heard from within the cavernous camp. Hummingfrost fidgeted, shooting a fervent glance toward Rookfeather. Her eyes slowly drifted away from him to stare at her paws that hung out of her nest. Irisbreeze would be back before she even knew it. He’d return safe and sound, and later, the two of them could curl up together and sleep side by side until dawn broke on a new day.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Mar 23, 2024 0:53:29 GMT -5
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Rookfeather felt a glow of pride at Hummingfrost's response about the names. He had to admit, they all stuck as soon as he and Hollypurr had mentioned them. They had gone through other names for the little she-kit, but none of the names really stuck. They had suggested Sorrelkit, Flarekit, and even Blossomkit, but alas, none seemed to spark like the two tom kit names did. It made the young father wonder if any of the other pairs of parents had as much trouble naming their litters- even if the pair only had problems with their tiny daughter. He huffed in amusement and turned to look at the sleeping kittens, nestled against his fluffy coat with love and adoration. He couldn't really believe these precious little balls of fluff were his.
Resting his head on his paws, the tom let his pale green eyes shift to watch outside the nursery, eyes narrowed to slits. The camp had calmed down, as the warriors and apprentices retreated to their dens to avoid the rain that seemed to pour endlessly. A drip even fell on Rookfeather's nose. I'll make sure to ask Rainwatcher to have an apprentice repatch that. Or I'll do it myself as soon as Hollypurr returns. Can't have Hollypurr getting wet during the rainy season. The smokey colored tom huffed. He lifted his head and licked the water off, eyes half lidded now as he easily cleaned his coat. Ears swiveled to listen to the chatter that seemed to get lost in the rain. It sounded like the medicine cat, but she wasn't saying anything coherent. At least, not to Rookfeather.
However, something he caught had his head shooting up, and his attention turning back towards the nursery entrance. The clear shot of the camp entrance left the tom feeling a little uneasy. The sound of paws thumping against the ground, heavy and slightly slow, had the new father blinking intently. Was the battle patrol back so soon? He narrowed his eyes and sniffed at the air. He could tell it was Summitclan cats and not a Lowclan raid of their own, to which he was thankful for. But the sound of the cats sounded off.
In a blur, a flash of white fur being dragged by a dark gray tabby entered the camp.
No, it couldn't be, right?
Rookfeather hesitated, he wanted to see what was happening, but he couldn't take off on his kits. Head turning towards the queen, the smokey tabby tom frowned. "Hummingfrost, can you go look at whats happening by chance? I don't want to risk the kits getting cold... I think Graystorm is back, and he was dragging either..." His voice slowly trailed off before he found his words once more. "I think he was dragging and injured cat. I just want to make sure its not..." Rookfeather frowned and looked back towards the cats in the center of camp. Graystorm loomed nearby as Featherpool hung over the white cat that lay almost lifeless on the camp clearing. He couldn't tell if it was Hollypurr, or Cloudmist.
And call him an awful cat, but he hoped to Starclan that it wasn't his mate.
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Pacing in front of the medicine den was something the young silver tabby tended to do often, even if the rain plastered her thick fur to her flanks and she dripped with water. The rain never stopped her from her job and she wasn't going to sit idly after setting up herbs to heal injured warriors. However, the molly was not expecting Graystorm to return so soon, or well, what felt like too soon. It had probably been a while since the patrol left, seeing the camp had died down and cats retreated to their respective dens.
Blue eyes looked over the tom quickly before she noticed the molly being dragged in his maw by her scruff. It was the new queen, the one her brother had pushed to go into battle despite her mate offering to take her place. Featherpool wondered if the injury Hollypurr seemed to have received could have been avoided had Rookfeather gone in her place. The silver tabby medicine cat glanced back towards the nursery, seeing peering green eyes glance away. Quickly, she moved to shield the white warrior with her body and began practicing what she was good at, snapping a few orders towards Graystorm.
"Before you head back to battle, grab me some cobwebs, beech nuts and goldenrod." The molly turned back towards Hollypurr, who seemed to be panting yet slightly concious and in extreme pain. She had a large gash on her throat, and one on her belly. The longer Featherpool looked, the more she could sense that the injury was connected and severely threatening to the new queens health. The white fur was now soaked a dark red, and Featherpool would've cringed in pain if she wasn't used to her job in healing. If the medicine cat didn't treat her right then and there, Hollypurr might end up dying before she had a fighting chance to recover.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 25, 2024 19:43:13 GMT -5
Hummingfrost »
The storm was raging overhead, lightning sparking the air and thunder creating earthquakes down below, but in the safety of SummitClan’s camp, all that could be heard was the falling rain alongside its thunderous companion. The weather was intense, but nothing to worry about.
No, the true worry was the battle occurring in the midst of the storm.
In the lull of conversation Hummingfrost would have ordinarily drifted off into a light slumber. The camp was quiet, the storm overhead creating a pleasant melody against the mountain… But Hummingfrost’s mind could not find the true peace she needed to sleep. Her eyes were heavy, but not as heavy as her heart. Out there in this storm was Irisbreeze, claws unsheathed and fangs bared. He was more than likely standing face to face with a LowClan warrior, drawing back before lunging to deal a hefty blow. Her mate was a powerful warrior, but time and time again had Hummingfrost witnessed the cruelty of LowClan. They were fighting to protect the cats they loved, the queen knew that, but it didn’t make her any less aware of how deadly they were, how brutal they could be. And what for? What were the battles accomplishing other than tearing families apart? Why had this animosity even started? This war had been active for generations upon generations, so many that no cat could sit down and explain why the war started. If only something could be done about it all.
A rustling from outside the nursery had Hummingfrost’s attention alert. Her ears perked forward and her half-lidded eyes fully opened. Heavy pawsteps fell silent in the camp. Tension crackled in the air. The entire camp was holding its breath.
Rookfeather then spoke from Hollypurr’s nest. Hummingfrost was in no position to see the main atrium of the camp where her nest was - she had opted to make one near the edge of the den, finding the space to be quite cozy. Lichenwing had even told her upon her first day moving in that a nest close to the wall would keep the warmth in, and keeping newborn kits warm was essential.
A huge part of her wanted to tell Rookfeather that she wasn’t moving from her nest. Uneasiness crawled over her like an army of ants. Something was just innately telling her that what was happening out there was something she didn’t want to see. From the hushed tension outside the nursery, Hummingfrost knew something was awry. The battle patrol had yet to return as the sound of pawsteps earlier had only belonged to one cat, and if there was only one cat returning back to camp from the battle… Would reinforcements be called? Had something happened? Had LowClan been more prepared than Sedgestar had planned? The old leader had been so sure that she’d have the upper paw, attacking the other Clan after a season of so-called peace. There was the chance that Runningstar was more conniving and prepared than any of SummitClan’s warriors had expected.
Gulping down her anxiety the silver tabby pushed herself to her paws. She glanced at Rookfeather, noting his own anxiety that swam in his eyes like minnows, the worry that tightened his face and ruffled his pelt. She didn’t want to see what Graystorm had dragged back. But she’d do it for Rookfeather. He was Irisbreeze’s closest friend, and any friend of her mate was a friend of hers.
It only took a few pawsteps for the queen to get a view of what was happening outside. At first all she saw was Graystorm, his gray fur plastered to his body and dark from the rain, making him appear black. The strong warrior was looking about camp as if in a hurry, yet he made no movements to leave the heap that was at his paws.
And that’s when Hummingfrost noticed what - no, who - was at his paws.
Her gut instantly twisted.
A familiar once white pelt lay near Graystorm’s paws. She was still, no signs of movement coming from her body. The pure white of her pelt that reminded Hummingfrost of fresh snow was no longer white, but rather soaked in various shades of red. Blood puddled on the stone ground beneath her body.
Hummingfrost lurched back at the sight of the carnage; blood had always made her queasy, even the littlest of drops, and seeing the liquid in such a high volume was a sure way of making the queen sick.
The molly stumbled back, quickly turning away before retching, every muscle in her body contracting and pulling. She tried to breathe, tried to stop herself from getting sick, but the sight of the blood flashed in her mind. Hummingfrost couldn’t handle it. Unable to stop her violent reaction, she retched once more, this time unceremoniously hacking up her last meal.
She fell to haunches, trembling, exhausted, feeling absolutely dirty. Hummingfrost couldn’t look at Rookfeather, she couldn’t even look down at her paws. Everything in sight was a blur, her head spinning, her breathing rapidly getting quicker and quicker. Her body tensed again as if ready to retch once more, muscles tightening, quivering with horrid anticipation. If that had happened to who she was sure laying there…if something like that could happen…
Was Irisbreeze laying dead out there in the storm? Would some cat be dragging him back next?
Hummingfrost shuddered, gasping for air. Her throat stung and her eyes watered. Before this she had wanted to help Rookfeather out and give him an answer, but now she was struggling to even control her own body all because of some blood she had seen.
Graystorm »
The storm had not been the biggest problem the SummitClan patrol had faced. In fact, there had been no natural element to the battle that had skewed their success rate. The truth of it was that LowClan had somehow been prepared for SummitClan’s attack.
Even before Sedgestar’s warriors had left the familiar mountain territory of their home, Runningstar and her group of warriors had met them with claws unsheathed. Before any cat could have done anything hostile warriors were already on top of them. Graystorm had been closer to the back of the patrol, Sedgestar having asked him to keep an eye out from behind; therefore, he had been one of the few SummitClanners to remain somewhat unscathed from the very beginning. However, other warriors had been less lucky.
Amber eyes glanced down at the motionless blood-stained body at his paws. Hollypurr had been at the forefront, one of the first warriors to have gone down. As far as Graystorm knew she had gotten the worst injuries from the battle thus far, though when he had been tasked with bringing the critically injured molly back to camp, Irisbreeze had been looking rough as well. He even recalled seeing a tortoiseshell LowClanner lunging toward Sedgestar, the tortoiseshell’s eyes cold and bloodthirsty. Graystorm had faith in his leader. He knew she was a capable fighter and could hold her own, but her age had been showing more and more as of late. Sedgestar wasn’t as young as she once had been. The solid gray tom just had to have faith in his Clanmates that they could pull through. He just had to have faith that Hollypurr would pull through.
The poor queen was stained from her own blood. It was hard to even tell that her pelt was pure white. It was hard to even tell if she was still alive, but Graystorm was sure he could make out the faintest of movements within the molly’s flanks. Life still stirred within her, if only barely.
He snapped out of his thoughts when the herbal scents of the medicine cat wrapped around him. Graystorm blinked away from Hollypurr and up toward the pointed molly. She was young, and the only medicine cat SummitClan currently had, but she was skilled. Graystorm knew that if any cat could save Hollypurr, it was Featherpool.
Graystorm was prepared to run to the medicine den to scavenged for what Featherpool had asked - he had been in enough battles to know what the trio of herbs she had asked for looked like - but he paused in his steps, an inquiry look crossing his usual stoic features. ”Would you like me to bring Hollypurr to your den?” The tom was well aware that moving an injured warrior could cause more harm to their wounds, but he had dragged her all the way back to camp. Moving her just a few more wolf-lengths wouldn’t deal any more damage, and it seemed like a better idea to treat her inside the medicine den instead of keeping her in the middle of camp for all to see.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Mar 26, 2024 1:34:08 GMT -5
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with hummingfrost - mentions of graystorm and featherpool | Feathertalon
Thunder exploded overhead as the tom watched the queen slip out of the nursery. Of course he slowly started regretting his decision to ask her to get up instead of asking her to keep his kits warm instead. The sight of the molly retching and heaving shortly after seeing whatever happened to the white, blood soaked feline had the tom slowly starting to stand. He'd only be gone shortly, surely his kits would be okay, right? He hesitated on his paws before nodding firmly. He touched his nose to each kit, whispering that he would return shortly before he quickly made his way out into the camp clearing. Gaze shifting from the queen towards the medicine cat and two warriors, he couldn't help but freeze.
Was that...? No, it couldn't be...
Rookfeather stood still, eyes wide. His thoughts nagged at him, yelling to help the queen get back into the nursery and out of the rain. It was dumb that you even let her go! you could've moved the kits to her and looked yourself! He argued with himself. But no, no, that would have meant making his worst thoughts a reality. Though, unfortunately, they already were.
The smokey black tabby eventually pulled his gaze away and he quickly slipped up against Hummingfrost, helping the molly to her paws and frowning deeply. "I'm so sorry, Hummingfrost. I shouldn't have had you come out here." He murmured kindly, trying his best to guide the molly back into the nursery. He was more than thankful that it wasn't far, tail wrapping over the mollies back and brushing her flank gently as he guided her back into the den.
Rookfeather allowed Hummingfrost to settle down again, eying her cautiously before he stepped back again. "I'll go ask Featherpool for some calming herbs. I'm sorry, again." The tom mewed before turning, slipping outside of the den and making his way towards the medicine cat and the warrior that was helping with the white warrior laying on the clearing of the camp.
Lightening struck across the sky, lighting the camp up just enough for Rookfeather to figure out that it was the one cat that he had prayed it wasn't. He quickly made his way over to Featherpool, Graystorm and... and Hollypurr, eyes wide as he stared at the blood soaked queen. His mate. She looked so beaten, and like she was barely holding on. Every part of the tom wanted to push forward and demand the medicine cat save her, but he was stuck, staring as the silver tabby got to work with whatever herbs Graystorm had given to the molly.
Rookfeather took a few steps backs, shaking his head with wide eyes before he sat, tail drooping, head hung low and water soaking his thick fur, dripping down his whiskers.
Please, Starclan, don't take her from me. Not tonight.
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with graystorm & hollypurr - mentions of hummingfrost & rookfeather | Feathertalon
The feeling of other cats watching never swayed the medicine cats duties. Paws pressed hard against the wound that seemed to be bleeding profusely. She cursed her leader and brother for such a reckless plan to run into battle. Featherpool had always been against these pointless battles, arguing more times than she could count with Rainwatcher about her dwindling herb supply and how the herbs she needed to treat infection weren't growing as well as they should. Of course the words were met with deaf ears. The tom was always out for blood, and it was something he got as soon as Sedgestar appointed him deputy. Sure, the molly had a few more lives on her, but Rainwatcher had commented on things he'd change as soon as he was leader already. It caused arguments between the siblings, back and forth comments and lash outs with words that left the two steaming from their ears. Featherpool wanted what was right for her clan, and she knew these battles were not going to get Summitclan the glory and happiness they so sought. She didn't even recall the reason they fought Lowclan to begin with.
With a huff and a lash of her tail, the silver tabby growled to herself, looking up at the sound of retching behind her. Hummingfrost. Featherpool knew of the queens distaste - though, distaste was putting it lightly - of blood. Blue eyes narrowed as Rookfeather slipped out of the den and approached. Great, now I'll have to deal with him, while my paws are stopping his mate from bleeding. Featherpool thought grimly. Their eyes locked for a moment, but against her thoughts, the tom took the moment to guide Hummingfrost back to the den instead. The medicine cat sighed thankfully- but made note to grab herbs to calm the queen once she patched up Hollypurr.
As soon as Graystorm returned with the herbs she requested, she took them, gesturing for the tom to replace her paws momentarily while she mixed chewed the marigold and beech nuts up into a poultice. Featherpool smeared the ointment onto the wounds, making sure it covered along the whole strike before wrapping the cobwebs along it. She made sure to double up the cobwebs, wrapping them along the queens body before sighing heavily. Thank Starclan Riverwish taught me so well. I miss her sometimes. The medicine cat thought before looking back towards the solid gray warrior.
Featherpool nodded her head in response after his question. "Please do. After that, if you don't have any wounds that require my immediate attention, feel free to head back to the fight. Tell Rainwatcher that we already have one warrior in critical condition, and that I advise sending anymore injured warriors back so they can be treated immediately instead of fighting to the death." She lashed her tail and padded into her den, ignoring that Rookfeather had joined them once again. "We've lost so many lives over these battles. It isn't right." She mumbled, to herself mostly.
The medicine cat sighed and sorted out some herbs, picking up a few leaves to bring to Hummingfrost. She figured that she could just give these herbs to Rookfeather and send him back to the nursery. She didn't want any warriors loitering outside or in her den. She needed the space, and Rookfeather wasn't the smallest tom. Eventually, Featherpool bundled together some thyme and juniper berries, stepping back and looking towards Rookfeather. She set the bundle in front of him, and sternly meowed, "I know you are concerned about your mate, but I will do my best to make sure she lives and stays with us. You have my word. Now take these back to Hummingfrost." She ordered.
Most cats didn't question Featherpool, and thankfull Rookfeather chose not to do so as well. Instead, the tom nodded solemnly, blinking past her at the white molly now laying in the medicine den before picking up the bundle of leaves and berries, carrying them back to the nursery.
Thunder clapped over head again, shaking Featherpool to her core. She just prayed to Starclan that there would be no more casualties this evening and the storm would stop the fight soon.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 26, 2024 20:08:16 GMT -5
Hummingfrost »
Trembling limbs could no longer hold Hummingfrost up. The young queen slouched forward, leaning down awkwardly onto the ground. Violent shudders continued to run through her body, her stinging throat constricting as if threatening to lurch up even more unpleasant substances.
There had been so much blood…so more gore…and it had been…it was… Hummingfrost choked back a sob. That was her friend laying out there, soaked in her own blood, drowning in her own life source. Hollypurr was no longer a white coated cat but rather a bright red horror. Hummingfrost trembled, almost lurching onto her side but somehow she managed to keep herself in her awkward position leaning forward. She was panting now, finding it hard to catch her breath. Lungs screamed for more and more air despite drawing in oxygen as quickly as she could.
Was Hollypurr going to make it? She had already looked dead out there, departed to StarClan before Featherpool could even get in to help. Surely the ancestors wouldn’t be so cruel as to take the new mother away from her kits. The three little balls of fluff still needed their mother, needed her for warmth, love, comfort, and milk. They needed their mother at their side when they opened their eyes. They needed Hollypurr there for when they first stepped foot outside of the nursery and explored the camp. They needed the white queen to groom them and make sure they looked their best when they graduated to apprenticeship. They would need her even once they were warriors. Sure, they had Rookfeather, but there were some things that only a mother could give to her offspring. Please, StarClan, don’t take her tonight. Hummingfrost shut her eyes tightly as she sent up her silent prayer. Hollypurr needed to survive. She needed to pull through. Not only for the sake of her kits, but for Rookfeather, and in a selfish way, Hummingfrost didn’t want to think about the possibility of seeing her friend’s dead body.
She would have continued to lay there, trembling like a leaf in a windstorm, if not for the familiar presence of Rookfeather leaning up against her, pressing his weight gently against her to help her to her paws. The molly swallowed down another tight lump in her throat. Weakly she turned her head to look at the tomcat, her copper eyes watery from her ordeal, sorrowful for what was likely to happen. ”I…” She choked out, hardly able to even get the single syllable out before her throat tightened up. Desperately, she wanted to tell him she was sorry, that she didn’t mean to get thrown into such a fit, but all she could do was press her muzzle into his pelt and lean deeper into him, his frame comforting her in this moment.
Guilt prickled throughout her pelt and ran down her spine. She had no right to be acting like this when it was Rookfeather who was mates with Hollypurr. The smoky tom had made a life with the white molly and had a family to raise with her. It would only be right for him to be the one breaking down and she comforting him, yet it was clearly the other way around. Hummingfrost choked back a sob. Pathetic. She was pathetic. That’s what Dimheart had called her all those moons ago when the two sisters had come to a breaking point. Back then Hummingfrost had hoped her sister’s words hadn’t been true, but as she sat here, watching in trembling silence as Rookfeather parted ways, she wondered if there really had been some truth in Dimheart’s scathing words.
Graystorm »
Graystorm looked down at his wounded Clanmate once more. He had witnessed the first strike of claws but he had not been there to see Hollypurr go down. One minute he was slashing his claws across a white and ginger warrior and the next he was being called for by Rainwatcher. The deputy immediately gestured for him to take the crumbled body that lay bleeding on the ground before Rainwatcher dashed right back into battle with all the ferocity of a tiger. Seeing the state that Hollypurr was in, the gray warrior had asked no questions and spoke no words. He merely had grabbed the fallen warrior by her scruff and began the journey back to camp through the torrential storm.
Now he was here and it was clear to him, and the rest of the Clan, that Hollypurr was not in good shape. Graystorm had known that her wounds were rough considering he had to carry her back to camp like a kit, but this was the first time he was actually getting to look at her. His jaw tightened. He had seen warriors with lesser wounds not pull through. Hollypurr was a fighter though. She was a tough warrior, and not only that, but she had newborn kits to get back to. While Graystorm did not have any kits of his own - perhaps one day he would if StarClan so granted him that honor - he was well aware of the strength a cat could possess when it came to being there for their young. All he could hope was that Hollypurr’s strength was enough to keep her here with SummitClan. StarClan did not need a new warrior tonight.
Once he had returned to Featherpool with the herbs and nuts that she had requested, the stocky warrior stood there silently watching the medicine cat work her magic. Her paws and teeth worked quickly yet efficiently, tearing into the herbs and nuts to create a sticky poultice. The movements she made reminded Graystorm of certain battle moves and techniques that even he would use in the midst of battle. Medicine had never interested him, but as he watched the medicine cat work, he wondered if working with herbs required the same skills that a warrior had to hone, just used differently.
Now given permission to bring the injured warrior into the medicine den, Graystorm gently took the molly by her scruff once more. He was careful to not tug at any of the wounds Featherpool had just tended to, yet before he took her off, he stopped when Featherpool spoke once more; while his gaze lingered on her and listened to what she had to say, his ears were angled forward ever so slightly, nonverbally making it known that he knew Rookfeather had made an appearance. The poor tom was bound to be heartbroken over the state his mate was in, but he was keeping up a solid appearance. Time and time again a cat had broken down and beat themselves up in public over the gruesome injuries of their loved ones, but here Rookfeather was, standing tall in the midst of the chaos. There was bound to be his own personal storm brewing inside of him, but again, Rookfeather was hiding it well. At least for now.
After hearing what Featherpool had to tell him, he carefully dragged Hollypurr into the medicine den. There, he gently placed her down on a bed of moss. Graystorm paused to give her one last look - she was breathing, barely. Blood still painted her once white fur with an ominous scarlet. The tip of his tail twitched. He prayed to StarClan that they would not take her.
Tasked with relaying Featherpool’s message to Rainwatcher, Graystorm wasted no time in slipping back out of camp and into the downpour outside. He hoped he made it in time before any more of his Clanmates fell.
And so he rushed forward, not letting the storm slow him down. Just as he hoped that StarClan would take no warriors today, he also hoped that Rainwatcher would listen to the message Featherpool was having Graystorm relay.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Mar 28, 2024 2:09:45 GMT -5
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The medicine cat always had some weird way of calming others merely with the tone of her voice and the way she spoke. Perhaps it was the fact that she was the polar opposite of her brother, Rainwatcher, who tended to be a brute and more mouthy in a way that left another ears pinned back to their head after an argument. Of course, the effect worked just as well on Rookfeather. The smokey black tabby stared silently at the silver and white tabby, green eyes searching blue for any signs of a lie, yet found none. Featherpool was good at her job, this much the new father knew. But the worry continued to bubble in his stomach. His heart ached to curl up around his mate and lick the blood off her beautiful white coat, yet he wasn't able to. The medicine cats words were final, and he wasn't in the right state to argue.
Truthfully, Rookfeather seemed to barely have even processed what had happened. Featherpool had worked so fast, Hummingfrost had vomited in the clearing because he hadn't gone to check out the commotion himself, and the war was continuing to rage on. Guilt was slowly starting to eat at his mind as he leaned down to pick up the herbs. He casted a final glance towards Hollypurr, who was now slumped in the nest- looking half dead. If the tom didn't stare as hard as he did, he would've thought she was dead already, but the slow, rugged rise of the white queens flank let him know she was alive. Probably just barely, though. It should have been me. I shouldn't have backed down from Rainwatcher's taunt. He knew just as well as I did. Our kits need you, Hollypurr. Please stay with us.
Rookfeather's thoughts ate at him as he turned away from Featherpool and the medicine cats den, tail drooping and pelt soaked from the rain. The tom made his way to the nursery once more with the herbs the silver and white tabby molly had given him in tow.
Slipping into the nursery, the young tom carefully made his way back to Hummingfrost, setting the herbs in front of her and giving the mollies forehead a gentle lick- he wanted to clean her of the water before she got sick from the rain. He didn't want to be at fault for the queen getting sick- especially if he could prevent it with a simple bath. It felt like the least he could do. "Featherpool said that those should help calm you down." He made no note about how she reacted. He didn't blame her. Irisbreeze had once mentioned how the queen felt about blood, but alas he had never seen the reaction himself until that evening. Rookfeather went back to licking the damp silver-white and black tabby pelt. His green eyes shifted to the sleeping balls of fluff in the nest nearby. He would have to clean himself up before laying with the kits again, but that could wait just a little longer.
Rookfeather wanted to take care of the wet queen first. He mumbled between licks once again, "I'm sorry for asking you to go out there. Irisbreeze told me about how you felt. I had no idea it was that bad, didn't know Hollypurr was in that kind of condition." He mrowed softly, forcing his own emotions to be on hold for a moment longer. He could deal with himself later. His kits and getting Hummingfrost dry and warm came first.
Outside, the storm cracked and roared loudly outside, continuing as the war seemed to continue to rage on in the midst of Lowclan territory. Rookfeather could just pray that Hollypurr made it through the night.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 28, 2024 9:48:14 GMT -5
Hummingfrost »
Oh how she wished that Irisbreeze was here with her instead of out in the terrible storm. She wished that Hollypurr had never been sent out to battle when she should have been curled up safely in the nursery watching over her kits. She wished that Sedgestar had not sent out a battle patrol at all. Asking for peace was too much, the silver tabby knew that, but hadn’t the last three moons of no battles show that peace was the better option? It had been so easy to hunt and patrol the borders knowing that they didn’t have to go into battle that day. The prey pile had been well stocked, the borders always marked, and Featherpool had even been able to stock up on her herbs and actually keep them stocked for longer than a day. Why were some warriors so keen on ruining all of that? Why did some warriors think with their claws rather than their hearts? Within those three moons of peace there had been no deaths, no needing to sit vigil for a fallen warrior. And now…now that was all ruined. The hope that the war would finally end had faded out. This war was only going to continue on and on until every last warrior had laid down their life for some long forgotten grudge.
Thunder rumbled overhead as another shudder ran through Hummingfrost’s flanks. She shifted uncomfortably. Breathing easing just a little, she found herself a little less clouded in the mind and a bit more coherent of everything going on around her. A heavy blanket of tiredness covered her, the panic she had coursing through her taking more energy out of her than she had expected. It wasn’t a surprise, though. The first time she remembered seeing blood she had been confined to the medicine cat den for two sunrises. Hummingfrost couldn’t even remember which injured warrior she had seen, but she recalled just how out of it she had felt for days after that first panic attack.
A second shudder went through her flanks, but this time from the tiny paws shifting around inside. Any other time getting a reminder of her kits would bring a smile to the queen’s face, but this time a grimace twisted her features. Was it fair to the unborn kits that she was bringing them into such a hostile environment? Was it right that she had decided to bring more lives into this world of battle and death? All she had ever wanted was to raise her own kits and become a mother. That wasn’t a selfish dream at its core, but in this kind of world, in this life of endless war, it felt almost selfish to become a mother. The odds of her outliving her children were much too high for her comfort. The chances that they’d never earn their warrior names and would instead die out in the battlefield fresh out of the nursery was astronomically high. Her kits weren’t even born yet but already she mourned their premature deaths due to this sickening war.
A lick across the forehead snapped her out of her ever darkening thought process. For a second the tabby thought Irisbreeze had returned, but as she looked up, blinked the sting out of her eyes, and paused to actually see who was in front of her, she realized it was just Rookfeather. Not that she was complaining about that, he was a good friend, but if it had been Irisbreeze then that meant he was back from battle. That he was safe from battle.
Hummingfrost slowly leaned into the tomcat’s figure. Her breathing had mostly returned to normal by now and her shivers had come to a stop, but she was exhausted. Even the thought of leaning down to eat the herbs Rookfeather had brought back for her seemed like too much work for the exhausted queen. She’d eat them later, she decided, though it would probably be best if she ate them now. But no matter. She wouldn’t waste any of Featherpool’s herbs, but right now all she wanted was to just bask in the fact that she had another cat with her who was actively trying to help her, and that meant a lot to the queen.
”It’s okay,” Hummingfrost breathed after a moment. The words scratched like talons at her throat as she spoke and the words came out as hoarse as one could imagine. ”It’s not your fault. I…I should be used to bl-” Even just trying to say the word caused an all too familiar twist in the tabby’s gut. Not daring to risk another episode, Hummingfrost danced around the subject until she landed on another avenue for conversation. Even if she was tired, she wanted to at least acknowledge Rookfeather was there with some verbal reassurances. ”Are you okay?” It was a simple question, but with everything happening right now it was a loaded one. His mate had been dragged back to camp bloodied and broken, a limp shell of what she had been not long ago when she had left camp with the battle patrol. From what Hummingfrost had witnessed she was in terrible shape, but surely Featherpool could fix her. Surely StarClan wouldn’t take a new mother from them any time soon. Hollypurr’s kits needed her. Rookfeather needed her. Even Hummingfrost needed her.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Mar 28, 2024 23:44:05 GMT -5
ROOKFEATHER - - ★
with hummingfrost [ in the nursery ] | Feathertalon | { sorry, this is kind of an icky reply, but i wanted it to at least be something you could reply to. :3 }
The question almost took the tom by surprise. It was a loaded one, for sure. His feelings and thoughts were all over the place, which tended to be unusual for the level-headed smokey tabby. Rookfeather's tail curled up and down, hitting the dirt a few times as he pondered the question. He slowly settled down, curling around the queen as he finished grooming her pelt. He let out a small sigh and looked towards the nest where his kits still lay, asleep and quiet. They would grow cold soon, so he would better hurry and lay with them once again. Truthfully, Rookfeather wasn't able to pin how he was feeling. He knew he wasn't okay, and if he said he was, Hummingfrost would recognize his lie. Queens had a knack for finding out someones truths and lies that any cat stated- whether they be a kit or warrior twice their size.
Rookfeather admired the queens for that. They always impressed him. Especially his lovely Hollypurr. She was the kindest and most gentle soul he knew, but the most fierce in battle. He had always admired her when they were apprentices, taking interest in how she always seemed to have the purest heart and the best moves.
The smokey black tabby lower his head, shutting his eyes. A huff left the toms nose before he eventually worked up his words to respond to Hummingfrost. "I don't know. I feel like I'm at the edge of losing everything." He breathed, his shoulders shaking ever so slightly. He wanted nothing more than to slip into sleep and to have his life replaced with Hollypurr's. He wanted to have her laying her instead of himself, nursing their kittens and chatting up a storm with the other queens. "I would give Starclan anything to have put me in the battle instead of Hollypurr. Rainwatcher and Sedgestar are both out of their minds allowing queens to go into battle." Rookfeather's words were laced with venom- not at the queen but at the situation. At the fact that these countless battles have always resulted in some awful ending. Some cat gravely injured. Some cat dead. Sedgestar losing a life. It was a never ending cycle. Rookfeather had done his fair share in fights- as an apprentice and as a warrior.
Slowly, the tom started to stand on his paws again, shaking himself out slowly to rid himself of the final droplets of water. "I'm okay." He eventually settled on. It was a lie, of course, but Rookfeather didn't feel like continuing to pour his heart out about feelings he knew would sound silly for a warrior. But, part of him hoped Hummingfrost understood why he was skirting around his feelings. He had a litter of kits and he couldn't risk anything if it meant keeping them safe. Something the deputy and leader didn't seem to care about. The safety of the queens and kits.
With his ears flattened, Rookfeather made his way back to Hollypurrs' nest where he laid down, curling around his kits. "Rest now, Hummingfrost. Irisbreeze will be back soon, I'm sure. I don't want him upset with either of us for you not sleeping. Your kits will be here soon, and you would be so much better off sleeping." He mewed softly, a purr at the end of his words to show he was being kind hearted. Despite how he felt- helpless and scared that he could lose his one means of love- he wanted to hold his head high and keep up whatever facade he needed to keep from worrying the other queens, or even his kits. They would sense his feelings and any distress and he couldn't have that.
Rookfeather just hoped the patrol would return soon.
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Post by Feathertalon on Mar 31, 2024 13:12:15 GMT -5
Hummingfrost »
Hummingfrost could understand where Rookfeather was coming from. Her own mate was out there in the storm, risking his life for the sake of some long forgotten grudge. He hadn’t been brought back to camp covered in his own blood from ear-tip to tail-tip, but Irisbreeze could very well be another casualty to this reckless generational war. The fear of losing Irisbreeze, the fear of losing somebody she cared so deeply about, somebody she loved…
Copper eyes silently glanced over Rookfeather. They shared the same tightened expression.
Feeling like her paws were on the edge of losing everything was a great way to explain the emotions swirling through her right now. It was like she was standing on the edge of the mountain cave, paws unable to step backward to get her away from the edge, away from the deadly drop below. Just the slightest of winds could push her over and leave her falling to her life’s end. Hummingfrost swallowed dryly. All she asked was for Irisbreeze to come home safely and for Hollypurr to make it. This war didn’t need to claim any more lives than it already had. ”No cat should be forced into battle,” the tabby murmured softly. ”I know warriors vow to protect their Clan no matter the cost, but there’s no justice in these battles. Neither warrior nor queen should have to unsheathe their claws for a battle without good reason behind it.” And there was no reason for all this bloodshed. Long ago there had surely been a reason for battle, but not anymore. Warriors were fighting for nothing. Not like Sedgestar or Rainwatcher would believe that, though. Both the leader and deputy were so far gone in their hostility toward LowClan that there was no foreseeable future in which peace was even considered. These words would never be spoken aloud to the leader and her deputy. This was something Hummingfrost would only share with cats she trusted - Irisbreeze, Hollypurr, and now Rookfeather.
She could tell that Rookfeather was the furthest thing away from okay. Maybe he didn’t realize just how tense he was underneath his pelt, but pressed against him, Hummingfrost could feel it. It felt like he was preparing to leap forward onto the highest ledge, but he remained on the ground, poised and tight. The queen could feel just how worried he was, but perhaps Rookfeather could feel just how worried Hummingfrost was as well. But what could they do? Before the battle patrol had even left Rookfeather had tried to take Hollypurr’s place. He had done all he could have done, but Rainwatcher had heartlessly talked down to him. And what could Hummingfrost have done? While Sedgestar had no problem sending nursing queens out to battle, she doubted the leader would allow a heavily pregnant queen to launch herself into combat. There just wasn’t anything that could be done.
The space where Rookfeather had been felt cold as he pulled away to slide back into the nest with his kits. Hummingfrost wanted to protest, wanted to keep his presence at her side, but she knew the kits would be getting cold soon. They needed their father’s warmth, especially now that their mother wasn’t going to return to her nest tonight. Hopefully in the morning Hollypurr would be back to curl up beside them. Snuggling deep into her own nest, Hummingfrost lay herself down in hopes of getting some sort of rest, though she doubted she’d be able to sleep until Irisbreeze had returned safe and sound.
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A loud yowl jolted Hummingfrost awake; she was surprised she had even managed to doze off. How long had she slept she wondered. Copper eyes snapping open, the tabby queen frantically looked about the nursery, fur bristling. She first looked toward Hollypurr’s nest, only finding Rookfeather jolting forward as well. The queen’s head then snapped toward where Lichenwing slept, the calico jumping to her paws and swiftly running outside, much to the chagrin of her two tomkits.
One thing was running through Hummingfrost’s mind as she stood there puffed out like a pinecone - the battle patrol was back. A question then emerged from the back of her thoughts. Was that a yowl of triumph she had heard, or a yowl of grief?
Heart fluttering in her chest like a frantic hummingbird, it took all of Hummingfrost’s will-power to muster the strength and momentum to walk forward. Anxiety had dried her throat and warmed her skin to an almost feverish level as she peered her head slowly out of the nursery, eyes squinting as they adjusted to the light outside of the nursery. The tabby could still hear the pattering of rain drumming against the cave roof.
”Hummingfrost, I don’t…” Hummingfrost heard Lichenwing before feeling the calico press against her, a silent warning that came just seconds too late.
The battle patrol had indeed returned with Sedgestar at its head. The leader stood tall with nary a scratch or wound ruffling her pelt. In fact, she looked pristine and untouched, as if she had never stepped paw into battle, but that would not be the case. Hummingfrost had never known the leader to stay away from battle, especially a fight she had started. While Sedgestar held herself tall, there was a weariness about the old molly that was suspicious. If Hummingfrost were a more observant cat she would have realized that a leader looking untouched after a battle was an indicator of having lost a life and being healed by StarClan, but the tabby’s eyes did not linger upon Sedgestar for long. She was more interested in finding the familiar black and white tom that was her mate. Surely he would be in the front of the patrol, surely he would have returned to Hummingfrost by now.
A rustling at the camp entrance spoke of more cats on the way. It was then that Hummingfrost realized that only Sedgestar, Snowdrop, and Cloudmist had returned fully to camp, and as she watched in silence, the rest of the patrol dragged behind. First was Graystorm, the tomcat limping as he slipped back into camp. Clumps of fur had been torn from his pelt and blood dried his pelt. Hummingfrost bit back a lurching rumble in the pit of her stomach. Not now, she told herself, wanting to be there when Irisbreeze padded back into camp behind his fellow warriors.
It wasn’t long before he made it into camp, but not how Hummingfrost had hoped.
Situated in an odd slump atop Rainwatcher’s and Shadestone’s back was the soaked, bedraggled body of Irisbreeze.
Hummingfrost’s whole body turned cold as her heart sank into her paws. She could feel herself falling but could do nothing about it. Before hitting the ground Lichenwing pressed up against her, holding herself up. ”Deep breaths, Hummingfrost, take deep breaths,” the other queen murmured into Hummingfrost’s ears, but the last thing the tabby was thinking about was taking in deep breaths.
Her stomach lurched yet again. An uncontrollable sob choked out from her throat, turning into a heart-wrenching yowl as she stood there held up by Lichenwing as the deputy and warrior lowered themselves to drop Irisbreeze’s body into the middle of camp. It was clear that life had already vanished from the young tom. He was limp and bloodied, the only movement coming from him was from the breeze that swept into camp through the entrance. Another yowl escaped the queen as she stood there trembling. ”No, no, no…” She rambled frantically, wanting to believe that Irisbreeze wasn’t dead, that this was just some horrible nightmare she would soon wake up from. Maybe Irisbreeze was just badly injured like Hollypurr and he would end up being okay in the end. The rest of the patrol looked beaten up in different ways, so no cat had escaped without injury, but surely they would all be okay. Maybe this battle wouldn’t end in casualties…
Sedgestar’s yowl cut through the tension that hung in the air. ”I regret to inform you all that LowClan beat us in battle this time. Somehow,” there was venom in the word as she spoke it, icy fury in her gaze as she swept her eyes around the gathered cats as if she were looking for a traitor, ”LowClan was prepared for our attack. Because of this Irisbreeze has gone to join StarClan.”
If Sedgestar said anything else after that Hummingfrost didn’t hear it. In that moment, her entire world shattered and she slipped down onto her belly, trembling and sobbing.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Apr 2, 2024 0:17:02 GMT -5
ROOKFEATHER - - ★
Sleep refused to come easy for Rookfeather, the thunder and storming outside the cozy warmth of the den proving to be of no aid in his ever troubling feat in even trying to do so. He laid their, head on his paws as his green gaze stared out into the rainy cavern, tail tip twitching ever so slightly. His kits were still sound asleep, thankfully, so he had no issues there. His mind was still just bugging him, racing with the constant nagging that he should be laying beside his mate and not in her nest, warming their kits. With flattened ears, the smokey tabby tom closed his eyes and tried to let sleep take him. The gentle snores coming from Lichenwing seemed to help lull him into that simple slumber, and it was probably the first time Rookfeather would probably ever be thankful for another cats snoring.
Though, unfortunately enough, the slumber didn't last long. It wasn't long before a yowl shook the young father awake, causing him to jolt forward in a sheepish state. He blinked away the remaining sleep from his eyes and slowly rose- much to his own kits disapproval with their whines and mewls for warmth. He would be gone only for a minute, he promised silently. He dipped out of the den, looking around at the commotion as the battle patrol slowly arrived. He flinched at how battered most of the cats looked- well, except for Sedgestar. With a snort, he took a few steps forwards, lingering just behind Hummingfrost and Lichenwing- who had also both gotten up. They were probably just as startled.
Rookfeather's green gaze shifted along the injured cats as the slowly slumped their way towards Featherpool, who was already waiting nearby with a fresh supply of herbs. They don't look nearly as bad as my Hollypurr does, but this must be the worst a patrol has come back. The tom thought bitterly.
Just as the thoughts flittered in his mind, his green gaze shifted on the last two cats returning. Wait, no, three. His heart seemed to stop. No, not another casualty.
The smokey tabby slowly stepped forward, jaw opening in horror. His eyes shifted towards Hummingfrost. No cat could understand the feelings the queen might be trying to process. He slowly stepped towards her, hesitatingly looking towards Lichenwing, before pressing against the tabby as well, offering his own support. It was his turn to help her- after all, Hollypurr was still alive.
But, could he really be sure Irisbreeze was hunting in the stars now? Rookfeather turned a questioning gaze towards Rainwatcher, who was stepping up to be shoulder to shoulder with the leader. He looked like he had gotten the least amount of injuries, aside from the leader. The two looking unscathed could be one of two things- either Sedgestar truly battled with such might that she didn't get hurt, or she lost a life. Either way, Rookfeather couldn't help but flatten his ears, eyes narrowing.
The movement in the corner of his eyes had the smokey tabby looking towards the silver tabby medicine cat as she made her way towards the limp body the deputy and warrior had carried in. Featherpool pressed her ear to the black and white toms flank before she sat back, shook her head and hung it in... was it disappointment or bewilderment? Rookfeather couldn't tel. He watched as she silently approached Dimheart, noticing the medicine cat mumble something before moving back to assist the injured warriors.
Rookfeather turned his attention back towards Hummingfrost, drowning out Sedgestar's words and pressing his nose to the mollies shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Hummingfrost." He whispered softly. He knew that no matter what, his words wouldn't bring his best friend back. The tom he had trained with since they were kits. The tom who had been his wingman when he wanted to sweep Hollypurr off her paws. He was gone, and it was slowly building in Rookfeather's own chest- clawing at his heart. His stomach and chest felt tight, but he refused to let anything out. He needed to be strong.
The clan was mumbling around them, now. About Irisbreeze or whatever it was that Sedgestar said, Rookfeather didn't know. He looked at Irisbreeze's limp body and shuddered. He was going to sit vigil, he knew that for sure.
Eventually, he tuned back into the chatter, only to hear his own sister arguing with the deputy now. "You can't be serious! You think one of us, your own clanmates is leaking information?" Heatherslip was lashing her tail, eyes wide with dismay, and her ears flattened. She growled as the deputy spoke back.
"We are going to be taking this seriously- we do believe that some cat is a traitor and leaking battle plans. We can't rule out anything, especially since we had an upper paw, but Lowclan miraculously knew of our ambush. If you have any clues as to who it could be, then speak up, Heatherslip. Unless its you?" Rainwatcher growled in return. Heatherslip curled her lips, but Cloudmist was immediately by her side and guiding her away.
Rookfeather frowned- the clan was tense all around him, but he turned his attention back to the two queens. He spoke to Lichenwing, soft, yet gravely voice, as if he was about to choke on his words. "Lichenwing, if you want to rest with the kits, I can sit vigil with Hummingfrost." He mewed, tone wavering. He looked at Hummingfrost, eyes sad. Many of the Summitclan cats knew of his deep friendship with the tom, so he hoped Lichenwing would understand. He nudged his head against Hummingfrost, gently gesturing for her to go lay by her deceased mates side.
Starclan took his best friend, and all he could pray for was that they didn't steal his mate from him next.
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 3, 2024 19:58:42 GMT -5
Hummingfrost »
No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t real. This was all some terrible nightmare that she would be woken up from soon enough, and once she was awake she’d have Irisbreeze back at her side. He’d surely be bruised and sore from the battle he had been forced into, but he’d be alive. His chest would be rising and falling with steady breaths. He’d be purring gently against her cheek, his tail brushing against her flanks that was swollen with kits. Their kits. Her litter would grow up under the watchful eyes of both their mother and father. She wouldn’t be left alone to raise her kits by herself. Hummingfrost would always have Irisbreeze at her side, just as he had promised time and time again. They’d raise more litters together, grow old together, and after a long, fulfilling life, they’d join StarClan, tails twined and hearts warm with the love they shared.
Seconds ticked by, growing into minutes. Hummingfrost had yet to wake up. Panic rose in her chest the more she became aware that this was real life, that this was actually happening. Irisbreeze’s broken body that lay upon the ground was reality. This wasn’t a dream. None of this was the fault of a nightmare.
The queen slumped even further into Lichenwing, shivering with grief. Another choked sob escaped her bone dry throat. ”Iris…Irisbre-” Her mate’s name remained incomplete as Hummingfrost was seized by a painful shudder. Her heart ripped in half, torn at the sight of her mate lifeless on the ground. No other cat seemed to truly notice Irisbreeze’s death, the Clan frozen in shock by something else entirely.
”Rainwatcher and I will be keeping a watchful eye on every cat,” Sedgestar growled, lashing her tail in clear anger as she swept a heated gaze around the camp. ”Some cat knows something and we will find out who has betrayed SummitClan.”
Hummingfrost barely heard what was going on around her. All she could hear was the blood rushing through her ears with every fast heartbeat. Why had StarClan taken Irisbreeze? Why had they taken him away from their kits that were due any day now? The tabby wished death on no cat, but if StarClan was desperate for warriors, why couldn’t they have taken some other cat instead? It wasn’t fair that Irisbreeze was dead. … It wasn’t fair that Hollypurr had been critically injured. Was StarClan so angry with them that they had decided to target the cats that were needed for future warriors to grow strong?
The all too familiar voice of her littermate caught Hummingfrost’s attention for just a brief moment. She caught a glimpse of Dimheart and Featherpool sharing a quick word with one another - the two mollies had always been close, something that Hummingfrost found hypocritical considering what had happened between her and Dimheart seasons ago - before the white-silver tabby stepped forward. Her head was high and gaze unwavering as she addressed both her leader and deputy. ”Perhaps we should start interrogating our warriors. Apprentices too,” she added, shooting a glance toward the SummitClan apprentices that had gathered out of morbid curiosity at the opening to their den. Bearpaw shot a sheepish smile in Dimheart’s direction while Wolfpaw remained as stoic as ever.
This suggestion must have piqued Sedgestar’s interest for the brown and white tabby lowered her hackles, face twisting in thought. After some moment of thought she turned to Rainwatcher. ”What do you think of this idea? I’m not opposed, though how do we keep our Clanmates from lying through their teeth?”
”Simple,” Dimheart responded despite the leader not directing her question toward her. Hummingfrost huffed; her littermate was aloof and distant, but when it came to trying to impress the leader and gathering favor from authority figures, she was bold and outspoken. It had always been the warrior’s dream to rise in the ranks. ”We tire them out and tear them down. Push a traitor into a corner they can’t escape from and they’ll do anything to escape, even if that means finally admitting to their treachery.”
Hummingfrost flinched. That was harsh, even from Dimheart.
Once again her eyes fell upon Irisbreeze. Whatever was said next fell on deaf ears as Hummingfrost keened softly for her dead mate. Why…Why him? StarClan, I’d do anything to bring him back…
She barely registered the nose that pressed against her ear. The warmth from Lichenwing slowly dissipated as the calico queen stepped away, soon replaced by some other cat nudging her forward, silently telling her to pad across camp.
A part of her wanted to stay where she was. She didn’t want to move. If she moved closer to Irisbreeze then there could be no denying that he was dead. From here she could almost make herself believe that her mate was simply unconscious, knocked out from a wound that Featherpool could eventually fix. From here she could believe that her mate would be side by side with Hollypurr in the medicine cat den, Featherpool tirelessly working to save their lives. If she got any closer she wouldn’t be able to make herself think that there was a chance her mate would once again be at her side come morning rather than buried below the earth.
But Irisbreeze wasn’t coming back. Life no longer stirred within his body, and life had escaped him quite some time ago. There was no way he’d be coming back no matter how hard Hummingfrost pleaded with StarClan to give her her mate back. He was gone. All she had now was Rookfeather, but for how long? Would he have to mourn the loss of his mate in the hours to come, or would he be able to curl at her side once more with their kits at Hollypurr’s side? Hummingfrost wished for a happy ending, but something deep inside her wanted to keep Rookfeather’s company.
Shaky paws slowly carried her closer and closer to Irisbreeze. Dried blood was splattered all along his pelt, once handsome but now marred with the deep wounds that a LowClan cat had given him. Amber eyes were wide open and glazed over with the mist of death. Claws remained unsheathed, tufts of ticked brown fur trapped between the gaps of his toes.
There had been a time when Hummingfrost could have stared at Irisbreeze for eternity. The sight of him brought her peace, but looking at him now, seeing how broken he was in death… She averted her gaze. Hummingfrost couldn’t look at him. The sight of his dead body rolled her stomach, sickness once again threatening to take hold of her and washing over her like it had when Graystorm returned to camp with Hollypurr. She couldn’t…there was no way she could lay eyes upon her mate. The queen squeezed her eyes shut and whined pathetically, nuzzling her face deep into Rookfeather’s fur.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Apr 6, 2024 23:43:36 GMT -5
ROOKFEATHER - - ★
with Hummingfrost - listening to Dimheart, Rainwatcher, Sedgestar & Featherpool | Feathertalon
With how the clans tense feelings developed around him, the tom couldn't bring himself to argue. He couldn't help but wonder if by some miraculous chance... if there was a traitor in the clan, if this could have been prevented if they had known sooner. Rookfeather couldn't help but question that if the traitor had been picked out before the battle, if his mate would have been fine. If his best friend would still be by his side, laughing nervously over the fact that he was going to become a father around the same time as him. It made him wonder if everything could have been prevented, if they would've went in knowing that Lowclan thought they had an upper paw. It was all chance, though, and he knew he shouldn't be thinking of hypotheticals. Not when he was tryin to comfort Hummingfrost.
The feeling of the queen flinching by his side caused him took look up again, listening in to the conversation that Dimheart was having with Sedgestar. He flattened his ears. It did seem harsh, but what if it was the only way to get the cats to come out with their treacherous act of betraying their clan? He frowned and wrapped his tail around Hummingfrost in comfort, averting his gaze back towards the black tom that lay still in front of them. Inching forward, he touched his nose to the damp fur, shuddering. Out of horror or sadness, he couldn't tell. Though, it could have been both.
Despite keepings his gaze away, Rookfeather continued listening to the commotion going on. Featherpool's voice filled his ears next- tending to be a voice of reason when it came to clan affairs.
"Or, a patrol of ours could have been discussing our ideas of an ambush while too close to the border, and the Lowclanners could have overheard on their own patrols." The silver and white tabby mewed, having stepped up to stand next to Dimheart. While the two were close, they did tend to have opposite ideas. Maybe their relationship was set on the opposites attract route, Rookfeather couldn't be sure. He tried to focus on Hummingfrost, licking her fur gently to try and offer more comfort. He could only imagine how upsetting this was all for the queen. He roughly knew the littermates had had a falling out of, but was unsure as Irisbreeze had never told him gossip about his mate. He only really heard bits and pieces since even his best friend had needed to get things off his chest.
Next, Rainwatcher was speaking, towards his sister and the other warrior, perhaps. Rookfeather didn't look up, though. "If by some chance it was by one of our clanmates discussing it while on patrol, it is still an act of treason and should be punished. Surely, not as great of a punishment if they were to... say, give our battleplans directly to Lowclan. So they should have no problem coming forth and admitting it. Unless this traitor really did go against their clan and give away sacred information." Rainwatcher snarled, glaring towards his sister before turning towards Sedgestar. "I think Dimheart's idea would be a good option. I can handle weeding cats out, and since Dimheart was kind enough to give us this bright idea, she can help." The gray tabby tom mewed, casting one more glance towards his sister.
When Rookfeather decided to look over, he noticed Featherpool was still standing tall, thought her icy blue eyes glared in return at her own brother. Without another word from the medicine cat, the deputy turned back to address the clan. "That settles it, then. We will conduct these in the morning. Every cat get some rest, and if you have injuries, see the medicine cat." His words seemed to be laced with some venom- maybe he had something against his sister.
Rookfeather lowered her head again, nuzzling Hummingfrost gently. He wasn't sure there was anything he could personally say, so instead, he allowed himself to wrap his own warmth around the expecting queen. The clan disbursed, soft mumbles of uncertainty whispered around them. He wanted nothing more than to go back to hours prior when it was still light in the camp, and he was laughing with his mate, best friend and Hummingfrost over some silly thing his kits did already. But it was far too late.
The black tom just hoped this would be the last life taken, and that eventually the clan would find peace.
// i like how feather is kind of the opposite of dim? but i feel like thats what has them getting along well- opposites attract, and i feel like they balance each other out
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 9, 2024 18:58:06 GMT -5
Hummingfrost »
Both seasons and mere seconds felt like they had passed when the glow of dawn stretched its inquisitive fingers into SummitClan’s camp. Hummingfrost had not moved a single inch away from Irisbreeze, yet she had not been able to look at him for the entire night. The queen couldn’t handle seeing his tattered pelt and exposed skin that had been bloodied by the claws of a deadly LowClan cat. Had it not been for Featherpool masking the scent of death with her herbs Hummingfrost would have been unable to even stay beside her mate during his vigil. It was only until she heard the soft padding of pawsteps that the exhausted, weary queen tilted her head upward and looked.
Cardinalcloud and Smokehail were slowly approaching. It took Hummingfrost a second to realize why the two were heading over, but when the reason clicked into her head she pulled herself away from Rookfeather - the tom had remained at her side for the vigil - and eyed the two older felines, fur prickling and ruffling against her spine. It was customary for the elders of SummitClan to bury the dead. Smokehail was the only elder in the Clan, not many cats made it to retiring age due to the war that raged on, but Cardinalcloud wasn’t very far behind the tom in age. She was a beautiful warrior, but it was clear to every cat that she was slowing down and that her glossy pelt was growing dull with age. It wouldn’t be long before she joined the den with Smokehail, and it was no surprise that she was helping with normal elder duties.
Having sensed Hummingfrost’s unease, Cardinalcloud stepped forward and lowered her head to brush her cheek comfortingly against the queen’s cheek. ”You should return to the nursery now, dear. Rest will do you some good.” Cardinalcloud stayed put a moment longer but soon slipped away. Hummingfrost flinched as she heard Smokehail and Cardinalcloud shuffle around to slide Irisbreeze’s body onto their shoulders.
Unable to withstand the noise of the two elderly felines taking her mate for burial, Hummingfrost shuffled toward the nursery, though she paused in her steps, unable to make it all the way without another cat’s company. The queen looked over to Rookfeather, a silent question in her eyes, nonverbally asking him if he could walk with her back into the nursery.
Dimheart »
Dimheart had been spared from patrols for the morning. Upon waking up before dawn she had swiftly been pulled to the side by both Rainwatcher and Sedgestar, the formidable leader and deputy duo both wanting the silver tabby to not only decide which cat to start with, but to be on standby just in case something happened. She had quickly agreed to this, pride bursting in her chest at this opportunity, though the slender warrior had remained solid and stoic in the presence of her superiors. An ambitious cat who had always had the dream of one day ascending to a leadership role, Dimheart was beyond ecstatic that she had such an important role to play, but she remained calm and straightforward. Now was not the time to run about like an apprentice on their first day of training. Dimheart had more important things to tend to.
But before she gave herself a few minutes to think about the cat she wanted Sedgestar and Rainwatcher to speak with, the urge to run into the medicine cat den and speak with Featherpool was overwhelming. There had been a time where she could ignore the thudding in her chest and the warmth grazing her pelt when she set eyes upon the silver and white pelted medicine cat, but that had changed in the past few seasons. More and more frequently Dimheart had found herself seeking out Featherpool’s company, and every time she left she cursed herself for being so foolish and moony-eyed. She was a warrior trying to rise in the ranks while Featherpool was a medicine cat. Healers were not allowed to give their hearts up to another and Dimheart wouldn’t have time to give to a relationship, and yet here she was, padding into the herb scented den that was becoming more and more familiar to her by the day. The warrior was justifying this visit by telling herself that Featherpool would help her decide who the leader and deputy would speak with this morning.
Quietly the molly peeked her head into the den, allowing her eyes to adjust to the shadows. ”Featherpool, may I speak with you?” Dimheart didn’t wait for an answer before sliding the rest of her body into the healer’s den. She was well aware that Hollypurr was inside and that Featherpool was mostly likely tending to the queen. Featherpool would have an easier time seeing another cat in her den rather than hearing another cat asking to speak with her.
In the darkness Dimheart spotted a cat’s figure. If not for the fact that the cat was stretched out in a stiff manner Dimheart would have assumed it to be Featherpool, but as the tabby warrior stared longer she began to realize that it was Hollypurr she was looking at. Or rather the corpse of Hollypurr.
Even among the shadows it was clear to Dimheart that life had expired from the white queen’s body. Dimheart had witnessed the deaths of many a Clanmate and was familiar with the rigid stance of death.
It wasn’t sorrow that filled the almost white furred warrior; rather, it was rage. It was fury. Claws unsheathed and dug into the soft moss under paw. Dimheart’s ears pinned back and her tail lashed like a whip as she stared at the clearly dead queen. Another SummitClan cat had been lost. Another cat dead by the claws of a LowClan warrior. Much like Irisbreeze, Hollypurr had been a fine warrior with sharp claws and a stinging bite. It wasn’t easy to knock her down in battle, and Dimheart was sure the white molly had fought with all her might in yesterday’s battle - what queen wouldn’t fight with the power of a tiger behind her? She had kits to fend for afterall. This wouldn’t have happened if LowClan had had no idea of a looming battle. This wouldn’t have happened if a traitor didn’t live among the ranks of SummitClan. Hollypurr’s death was all the more reason to hunt down and find the cat spilling SummitClan’s secrets.
”Featherpool,” Dimheart called again, icy rage drenching her quiet words, ”we need to talk.”
Owlmask »
Nothing felt solid underneath Owlmask’s paws anymore. The stone that had once held firm and kept her standing was no longer there. All around her was animosity and death. No cat spoke of peace, and with one more warrior added to the ever growing list of war casualties, the hostility was all the greater, the thirst for battle all the more. There was never going to be an end to it all and before anything was even done to stop it, all of SummitClan and LowClan would be dead.
The pointed molly stumbled out of the warriors’ den. Bleary eyes glanced toward the middle of camp where Irisbreeze’s body had been lain out for his vigil. Hummingfrost and Rookfeather remained nearby even as Smokehail and Cardinalcloud padded over to take the fallen warrior to his final resting place.
Owlmask shook her head and padded away to a secluded corner of camp. Death no longer fazed her as it once had, moons of battle leading to countless deaths. After wishing so many Clanmates safe travel to StarClan, another dead body was nothing to the thin warrior. She recalled the moment she realized that death no longer broke her heart as it once had - a group of warriors had staggered back into camp after LowClan had ambushed them on the border. Upon the survivors’ back was the limp body of Fogmask, SummitClan’s previous deputy and Owlmask’s mother. The silver pointed tabby had been shredded and torn to the point of no return, Owlmask having almost not even realized it was her own mother until Ratface and Coyotestorm had broken the eerie silence with yowls of anger and grief. While her family had grieved Owlmask had simply been numb. Her mother was dead, a new deputy chosen, and another battle started. Rinse and repeat. Owlmask had loved her mother, and while she had mourned Fogmask with her family, she realized then that death no longer twisted her heart and choked her with tears. She had seen too many Clanmates fall to expend unnecessary energy on it all.
The thin molly took a seat and wrapped her long tail neatly around her paws. She watched silently as her Clanmates began to wake up and greet the day with hushed whispers and questioning glances toward Sedgestar’s den. On most days the leader and deputy were awake before any other cat and ready to call out the day’s patrols as the Clan woke up, but there was no sign of the leader or deputy. They were more than likely waiting to start the interrogations that had been spoken about the night before. A trickle of unease fell down Owlmask’s spine as she wondered who they would start with and what questions they would ask. She wondered what they would do if they felt like a cat was being uncooperative. The warrior shifted on her paws. This was making her nervous while Irisbreeze’s death had done nothing to her mood. Owlmask sighed and continued looking around camp, subconsciously waiting to see any sign of a familiar cinnamon tabby pelt.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Apr 14, 2024 2:22:31 GMT -5
ROOKFEATHER - - ★
Rookfeather was exhausted to say the least. He felt emotionally spent and wasn't sure if any other drastic hurdles Starclan threw his way would be ones he could leap over. He was extremely grateful to have the queen by his side all night as they both sat vigil, though. He hadn't even noticed the sun rising as he stared blankly at the dark pelt of his dead best friend. He was sitting here now, alive and with the expecting queen- mother of his dead best friends kits, while his own mate stayed resting - or so he hoped- in the medicine cats den. Was it selfish of him to pray that his lovely Hollypurr didn't get the same exact fate as Irisbreeze suffered? Surely he shouldn't be thinking about how his mate was alive, not while he crouched there, tail curled around Hummingfrost in comfort and warmth, staring at the corpse of the tom he had spent moons laughing with.
It wasn't until Cardinalcloud's voice filling the silent air that Rookfeather noticed that dawn had hit. Green eyes blinked tiredly at the older warrior and the elder. He looked towards the molly as she slowly stood on her paws. His own body ached with a tiredness he hadn't felt since he had lost his mother. He slowly stepped to Hummingfrost's side and gently pressed his nose to her cheek in reassurance that he wasn't going to leave her side.
Guiding the queen to the nursery slowly, Rookfeather twitched his ears and sighed gently. "Do you think you can eat before we sleep? I can grab something from the fresh kill pile and we can share it. But I wouldn't really blame you if you don't have the appetite to eat. I saw Honeycloud, Heatherslip and Snowdrop return with fresh prey before we got up." He mewed to he in a gentle tone, leading her towards the nest in the back of the nursery- the one the queen had claimed as her own. "I could also get you herbs from Featherpool if you need any assistance in, well, anything. You name it. I'll get it."
The smokey black tabby tom sat down next to the nest, tail brushing against Hummingfrost's gently. He didn't want to leave her side, even if he yearned to curl up and sleep with his kits cuddling him, and waiting for Hollypurr to rejoin the queens in the nursery so he wouldn't have to take up any space.✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ FEATHERPOOL - - ★
Sleeping was something Featherpool had barely seen since her mentor had retired and ultimately passed away from old age- becoming the only sole medicine cat that worked with the clan as a whole. With the constant battles and patrols of harmed warriors, the medicine cat was working more than just overtime in her healing duties. It seemed to be a never ending cycle of needing more and more herbs, ones she was slowly losing stock of. It frustrated the silver and white tabby to no end, but she refused to let it show outside of her den. She would barely have time to get off her paws and rest, let alone sleep for more than ten to fifteen minutes. With cats coming in and out, looking for herbs for injured cats or whatever silly symptom they may be presenting at the time of seeking her out. Not to mention the constant visits from her brother and the leader in hopes she had some miraculous cure to make cats have super strength or some sign from their Summitclan ancestors that would allow them the slightest idea on how to win their waging war that lasted generations.
Today was no different, either. Featherpool hadn't slept that night. From preparing Irisbreeze to be buried with the hints of rosemary and cleaning his bloody pelt with a wet moss ball, and caring for Hollypurr in her den. The white molly had convulsed multiple times during the night, though Featherpool had ultimately managed to keep her alive with compressing to her chest, up until the break of dawn where the white queen finally gasped for her final breath of air before succumbing to her own fatal injuries. It had all felt like hopeless attempts to keep from losing another life within the clan. That was exactly how the molly felt now- hopeless. Like a failure.
Featherpool slumped in the back of her den, fixing up some herbs to cover up the scent of death that practically bled off of Hollypurr's corpse now. It stung her nose as she picked up some rosemary, approaching the white queen that had been stolen from the clan way too soon, beginning to prep her for her own burial. She made note to tell Rookfeather after he rested. She had watched the new father sit with Hummingfrost all night. He was bound to be exhausted, so he didn't want to put anymore on him just yet.
The silver and white tabby molly had been lost in her own thoughts, barely noticing that Dimheart had slipped into the cavern of a den that Featherpool worked and slept in. Ears perked up at the sound of the mollies voice, blue eyes quickly shifting to look at the silver-white molly that- these days- had her heart thudding against her chest in one of the best and exciting ways possible. Having Dimheart around made Featherpool feel like she was the most energetic cat in all of Summitclan.
Standing from her spot near the now deceased Hollypurr, Featherpool dipped her head to the molly in greeting. "Morning to you, too, Dimheart." The medicine cat mused, whiskers twitching. Her tail remained drooped, and her smile just barely reached her gaze. It was obvious Featherpool was just as exhausted as most of the other cats in the clan- especially from the constant stress and worries of battles. The words spoken from the warrior almost took her by surprise, but the medicine cat was relatively familiar with the silver-white tabby's attitude.
"I'm listening, then. What do we need to talk about?" Featherpool sat down in front of the molly, tail curling around her paws as her tired blue eyes stared kindly towards the amber pools before her.
The medicine cat could only guess what this meeting was about, and it mostly wasn't one she hoped it was.✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ HONEYCLOUD - - ★
Sleep had surprisingly come extremely easy to the cinnamon tabby molly, rolled on her side and spread out with ease - probably due to being one of the shorter mollies in the den. Honeycloud had been up at dawn, though, woken up by Snowdrop and asked to join on an early hunt with her and Heatherslip. Of course, the molly stared with sleepy eyes before rolling out of her nest and slumping out of the den with the two warriors. The hunt did the work of waking her up though. The rush of running after a squirrel and mouse. However, it didn't completely get rid of the thoughts and dreams she had had that night.
No, not even the loveliest of hunts could have gotten the young molly out of her funk. Honeycloud's paws itched with the idea of what Rainwatcher, Dimheart and Sedgestar planned to do for the interrogations. They seemed determined to poke into each cats head and lives- to get them all to break. She couldn't help but wonder if someone would take the fall. But Honeycloud knew. Oh boy did she know. She knew exactly who was to blame, and it caused her mind to whirl, her stomach to tighten and her entire being to shudder. Heatherslip had to steady her once while they hunted that morning. But, as quickly as the hunt started, it ended.
The cinnamon tabby carried a mouse and a plump squirrel in her jaw as the three mollies entered camp once again. Honeycloud carefully set the prey down on the pile and glanced around slowly. The clan was still slowly waking up. She could hear gentle whispers and eyes shifting around her, but none of them looked like the deputy nor the leader. Perhaps Rainwatcher was already with Sedgestar in her den. Honeycloud was unsure. With a shake of her pelt, the molly looked around slowly before noticing the pretty seal point molly by the warriors den. Her head quickly cleared of her thoughts and doubts as she picked up the plump shrew she had just caught and trotted over to the other molly.
Honeycloud stopped in front of Owlmask with bright eyes, setting the prey down in front of the molly. Her tail was high in the air -- despite being a little stump -- and her head was held high too. "Morning, Owlmask. Do you maybe wanna share this shrew with me? And then maybe we can go for a walk? I found this really pretty patch of flowers near the Lowclan border, I think they'd look really pretty in your fur." Honeycloud mewed softly, testing her chances. Maybe Owlmask would have a better idea on how to spend time together, but the cinnamon tabby was just shooting her shot- even if she came off a little awkward.
Hey, at least Honeycloud was trying, right?
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 14, 2024 21:11:50 GMT -5
Hummingfrost »
Eyes full of anguish watched as Irisbreeze’s body was carried out of camp. Hummingfrost’s heart ached, hurt more than she ever thought was possible. There went the love of her life, the father of her unborn kits, the one cat that she had grown to love and care for and had started to build a life with… One minute he had been by her side, and the next he was gone. In just a blink of an eye Irisbreeze was gone and she would never see him again. Her kits would never get to see him. They would never know their father, would never truly understand just how kind and caring he was, how dedicated to SummitClan he was. They would never get to hear what his voice sounded like or know the feel of his fur as it brushed against their pelt. They would never get to hear his side of the stories that Hummingfrost would tell them about her and Irisbreeze’s time before they had become mates, before they had started a family. They would never get to know him. The true Irisbreeze. Hummingfrost would tell their kits all about the tomcat. It wasn’t like they wouldn’t know who their father was, but they would never have the chance to know him.
Hummingfrost lowered her head, eyes peeling away from the cave mouth. She never hoped for the untimely death of any cat, but out of all the cats on the battle patrol, why Irisbreeze? Why would StarClan ask for him when he had a family to raise? Surely their kits needed Irisbreeze more than StarClan did.
The silver tabby barely registered Rookfeather’s touch. With a slow tilt of her head she finally looked up at the dark-furred tomcat, chest tightening. Rookfeather had been Irisbreeze’s closest friend. They had been together ever since their nursery days, only a moon or so apart. Fate had drawn them together as friends, but now fate had torn them apart. Hummingfrost could only imagine how Rookfeather must be feeling right now. His best friend was dead and his mate was under the care of Featherpool, critically injured. Hummingfrost shuddered. Her mind hadn’t once thought about Hollypurr throughout the night. Was the white queen doing okay? Had Featherpool been able to stop the bleeding and ease her pain? … Had she even made it through the night? There had been no sounds coming from Featherpool’s den, so surely Hollypurr was alright…surely StarClan wouldn’t take a mother from her kits like they had taken a father from his.
Shakily she pressed herself into Rookfeather, using his firmness to steady her swaying. There was a part of her that felt guilty in the fact that Rookfeather was taking his time to comfort her, but all she was doing was falling deeper and deeper into her own sorrow. It was ridiculous, but what more could she do? Hummingfrost had always been an open book, unable to hide her true emotions, and in no way was it possible for her to put on a fake smile and go about her day as if her mate hadn’t just died.
Hummingfrost allowed Rookfeather to talk. In fact, she didn’t mind if he just spoke the entire time, but she knew it wouldn’t work that way. The tom was too kind to keep talking and talking without offering bouts of silence to give her room to speak. She heard him clearly and acknowledged as much with a flick of her ear, but the words didn’t come out. Not yet, at least. She followed him back to the nursery in silence, ruminating over what he had asked. It wasn’t until she had slowly pulled herself back into the comforts of her nest that she finally found her voice, as meek and soft as it was. Copper eyes glanced around - Lichenwing was still curled asleep. It was easy to see that she had moved her and her kits’ nest closer to Hollypurr’s, the dilute calico queen having watched over Hollypurr’s litter throughout the night.
Again Hummingfrost’s mind was occupied by Hollypurr. Images of how the white molly was brought back to camp flashed in her mind. She recalled how grotesque Hollypurr had appeared, how mangled and bloodied her white pelt had been. Bile rose in the queen’s throat, and the thought of prey choked her up. ”I can’t eat,” she whispered, head shaking. ”Thank you,” she added in an even softer voice, once again pressing further into the comforts of Rookfeather. ”You have a lot on your mind, too, and kits to take care of, yet you’re fretting over me. I’m sorry,” she breathed, once again shaking her head. ”I shouldn’t be so useless right now, but…” But Irisbreeze was dead and her denmate was stuck in the medicine cat den. Everything that could go wrong was going wrong, and Hummingfrost had no control over anything that was happening right now.
Dimheart »
The sight of Featherpool calmed some of the anger that burned throughout Dimheart’s veins. Her tail continued to lash in the air and her claws continued tugging into the soft moss underpaw, but her ears relaxed somewhat, her fur smoothing back down upon her otherwise slender physique. Dimheart eased just a bit, but it was clear that anger fueled her. Even as she gazed over the beautiful medicine cat that stood before her, the one cat that could perhaps ease all of Dimheart’s tense ambitions and aloof nature, fury still remained. A rage continued to pulse a fever throughout her bloodstream, reminding Dimheart of why she had slipped away into Featherpool’s herbal sanctuary.
”Featherpool,” the almost white coated tabby breathed the medicine cat’s name. Just speaking the other molly’s name sent a sparked shiver down the warrior’s spine. Looking into the blue eyes of Featherpool caught Dimheart off guard for a moment, her breath catching in her throat. Dimheart froze momentarily, words struggling to creep up her throat until she eventually cleared her throat and shook her head. The tabby took a deep breath and rolled her shoulders, steading herself. She needed to get her head out of the clouds. Featherpool was a medicine cat. There could be nothing between them.
Once she had steadied herself back into why she was here, Dimheart straightened herself. ”Have you heard anything from StarClan?” The warrior gestured with a nod of her head toward Hollypurr’s obviously lifeless body. ”Anything about why we’ve lost another warrior? Have they given you any guidance on who we need to speak to?” It was obvious as to what she was referring to. It was the reason for why she was here in the first place. Dimheart wanted to know if StarClan had spoken with Featherpool in any shape or form. She wondered if they had given the sole medicine cat of SummitClan any insight into who their traitor might be, and if so, would it be enough guidance to help them find out who was spilling all of the battle plans to the enemy Clan? Realistically Dimheart was sure Featherpool had heard nothing from their starry ancestors. If they had spoken to her recently about such matters then Sedgestar would have already been informed, and considering how Featherpool had reacted to the talk of interrogations the night before, the medicine cat was just as clueless as the rest of them, but Dimheart needed to know. Surely if there was something from their ancestors Featherpool would tell Dimheart. Surley the medicine cat trusted the warrior enough to give her even just an inkling of hope that the traitor could be easily sorted out and dealt with. Irisbreeze coming back dead was one thing, but Hollypurr losing her life over the night was another. Dimheart didn’t want any more of her Clanmates to suffer such fates.
Owlmask »
Owlmask would be lying if she denied jumping at Honeycloud’s sudden appearance - or perhaps her appearance wasn’t so sudden and it was due to the fact that Owlmask had zoned out, lost herself in her thoughts, and the world around her had faded away.
The blue eyed molly flushed, her fur warming underneath her pelt. A quick movement had her tongue rasping across the fur along her chest, a clear sign that Honeycloud’s arrival had spooked Owlmask out of the reverie she had just been in - yes, she had been looking out for Honeycloud, but with everything else that was going on, with all the other thoughts clouding her mind, actually having the one molly she had been looking for appear had not been on the forefront of Owlmask’s conscious.
She shuffled her paws along the stony ground, raising her head back forward once she deemed her chest fur to be sleek and clean. ”Good morning, Honeycloud,” she mewed with lilted words, voice a little sing-songy and breathy, a verbal show that she had been caught off guard. It wasn’t often that the slender warrior was swayed off her paws like that, but Honeycloud had a way of distracting Owlmask in a multitude of ways. The pointed warrior couldn’t even remember when all of this started. It was as if one day she had just woken up and upon seeing Honeycloud her heart would begin to race and her fur would fizz with an uncomfortable warmth. Fortunately she wasn’t so naive as to not realize what was happening, but unfortunately she had not the heart to muster up the courage and actually say something to Honeycloud. How could she when she wasn’t even sure if Honeycloud felt the same? For all she knew Honeycloud just saw her as a fellow warrior, a simple friend that she could hang out with from time to time. More likely than not Honeycloud didn’t get tongue tied in the presence of Owlmask. She probably didn’t even get a prickle of that odd mixture of uneasiness and giddiness that Owlmask received every time she was near Honeycloud.
A long, deep breath steadied Owlmask. She focused on the shrew at her paws for a long moment, listening to her fellow warrior as she spoke, ideas sprouting of a potential walk after sharing a meal.
Owlmask once again fidgeted. Was Honeycloud asking her to go on a walk? Just the two of them? It wouldn't be the first time the two mollies had ventured outside of camp on their own, side by side, but each time sent a new rush of adrenaline pumping through Owlmask’s veins. Did Honeycloud just say flowers would look pretty in her pelt? Had Honeycloud subtly called Owlmask pretty? Her jaws parted to reply and accept the offer, but no words escaped her lips. Instead, her brain began to work once more, the logical side of her thoroughly pulling apart Honeycloud’s offer and tearing into it with the hungry teeth of a wolf pack. ”I’d…I’d love that, Honeycloud, but…” She trailed off, blue eyes casting a weary glance in the direction of the leader’s den. There was still no sign of either Sedgestar or Rainwatcher. Unease formed a frown upon Owlmask’s visage. Usually the leader and deputy had called out the morning patrols by now. Yesterday’s battle had thrown the entire Clan off it seemed. ”Should we go near the border right now? I mean, what do you think would happen if Sedgestar or Rainwatcher noticed us there, especially after what they said last night?” Sedgestar returned to camp to immediately accuse a SummitClan warrior of betraying them was a sharp memory in the thin molly’s mind. It was obvious that the leader was hellbent on believing this traitor theory she had created, and any wrong move from any cat would surely have the leader on them with claws outstretched. Owlmask had never known Sedgestar to lash out at her own, but there was always a first, and the leader was not one to let something like that slide. Even if Owlmask was the daughter of Sedgestar’s first deputy, the warrior doubted she’d be able to get away from Sedgestar’s fury. She doubted she’d be able to escape Rainwatcher as well. The tom was ruthless. His loyalty towards SummitClan knew no bounds, but Owlmask could easily see him turning on any of his Clanmates, especially if he believed that Clanmate was endangering SummitClan.
While these worries weighed heavily on her mind like a stack of boulders, another thought began to wiggle its way around, squirming through the cracks of her mental stones. ”Though, if we are seen near LowClan, we can always say we were securing our borders. There’s no doubt in my mind that Sedgestar and Rainwatcher will be calling for extra border patrols. That’s a solid plan, is it not?” Owlmask was sure in herself to say that it was a good plan, to just say that they were keeping a tight hold on their border, but she wanted Honeycloud’s approval. She wanted to hear the other molly say that she agreed and thought that idea was sound. It was a kit-like desire, but having Honeycloud on her side meant more to Owlmask than it perhaps should.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on May 1, 2024 12:51:17 GMT -5
bumping so this doesnt expire before i get the chance to reply
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on May 23, 2024 18:33:52 GMT -5
another bump -- i will reply soon :) possibly this weekend if muse hits me |
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