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Post by Dew on May 16, 2024 12:31:13 GMT -5
Ashbreeze Was their relationship always going to be like this? The cold remarks, biting at each others heels? Or, was it just the fact that they both wanted to be deputy? Would they all the sudden be nicer to each other if one got picked over the other, or if another cat got picked? But for now, it would be like this. "She should have chosen one by now, we all know that" He said.
Ashbreeze caught up quickly with Scorchdawn, and they progressed over the entrance log in silence, Scorchdawn's question spinning in his mind. In some ways, he had reiled on his father, and when he had suggested hunting, Ashbreeze expected Scorchdawn to have a location in mind. Ashbreeze went over locations in his mind, before deciding on one. On their way out, they passed one of the patrols, Stormfur, Coastivy, and Bittermeadow. Stormfur must have asked to lead one. He also wants the deputy role, doesn he? It seemed all anycat could think of, even if they weren't a likley choice.
"Let's go to Dream's Pool, I'm in the mood for some fish" Ashbreeze decidced, turning his paws in the direction of their founders shrine. It was a fine place to fish, if you were patient. He had heard some stories about cats drowning if they swam to deep, but he wasn't planning on going in of course. "What do you think?"
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Post by busybee on May 16, 2024 12:43:17 GMT -5
 Dreamfog
⤁ Camp-With Wasplight and Quickcreek Sand 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 ⬽
↠↠❂↞↞  She gave a small lash of her tail in annoyance at Quickcreek's remark but held her tongue from calling him out for undermining the usefulness of having clanmates by one's side. They were stronger and safer as a group. "Alright, sonce we're all here lets get going." Turning she led the way to the entrance, taking the lead and scaling the entrance log practiced ease. "Let's set a good pace to the border, wanna reach it in good time."
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 The tom gave a sullen shake of his head. "I have no ckue what could be causing them. I do greatly miss Dragonflystar and I am worried about the fact of us not having a deputy but I don't think either of those are to the point they would cause these." It was all for naught he felt, he'd just be plagued by the nightmares until they decided to stop. "Enough about that though. How are you doing today? Got any plans to go out and about in the territory?"
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 She gave a slight chuckle at his comment, nodding her head as well. The molly had always had very long, fine, kitten soft fur, which was sometimes a bit hard to get clean and stay clean; grooming normally took a bit for her. She shook her head at his next question. "No not yet. They said maybe two or three but they weren't quite sure. And that's a great idea, of course we can name one of them after her." Her mood shifted for a moment as he apologized about the patrols and her tail snapped slightly to show a slight anger in her. "You don't need to apologize. My sister needs to do her duties, no matter if she's still grieving or not." She was one of the only cats that actually knew what was up with Faunastar at the moment, bit even she had her limits to patience. "I'm gonna go talk to her myself today."
⤁ Camp-With Firehawk, Breezewing, and Cricketpaw Hawkeyes258 [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] tumblepaw ⬽
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 Goldenshade fell into step at the back of the patrol, bringing up the rear and keeping alert for any immediate signs of threats or even prey right outside of camp, always good to be aware of everything going on in close proximity to where the clan lives after all. If they don't know their home base like the back of their paw then they can't properly defend it. Finding nothing of interest he continued on, scenting around now and then until a certain smell hit him, it was strong and acrid, a festering oder that almost made him gag. "What is that?" He exclaimed, stopping to bring a paw up to rub his nose, hoping maybe to rub the smell from his memory. The source was a dead bird under a nearby treeroot. It looked thin and sick, dead for only a bit but already decomposing a lot. "Something isn't right about that."
⤁Camp-With Greyfoot, Sandyfox, and Sparrowflare Hawkeyes258 aquatail 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 ⬽
↠↠❂↞↞  Shroudpaw had made his way over to Greyfoot right after Faunastar had finished assigning patrols, sitting down next to him to wait for the others to come. He nodded his head in a polite greeting to each one as they approached, trying not to show his dislike of having to go on patrol with Sandyfox, she was just so rude sometimes, and it often felt like the younger you were the harsher she was, for apprentices and warriors anyways, no one would dare to be rude to a kit within this clan, cats have been punished harshly in the history of the clan for such things. "I'm all ready to go. Looking forward to getting out and about, my legs need a good stretch." He was never one to be lazy or in camp really and the tom greatly enjoyed having a good sprint across the plains from time to time, especially if he was sprinting to chase a rabbit. Stepping into place by his mentor he followed to the tom out of camp and towards the plains, it shouldn't be a long walk, never was. The camp was placed not far from the edge of the woods after all. |
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Post by tumblepaw on May 16, 2024 13:16:48 GMT -5
Keeping up with the older cats was starting to get to Cricketpaw. Not so much her leg just yet. She was doing her best to keep most of her weight off it for the time being, though it was inevitable that she would have to start using it to keep up sooner or later. It was how quiet everything was. So she kept trying to start up conversations by asking questions. Firehawk didn’t seem too happy about that. Were all older cats like that?
Cricketpaw fell silent as she looked at what Goldenshade had found. She had stuck close to them towards the back… or maybe they had chosen to go at her pace. She didn’t know.
She also didn’t know what was wrong with the bird. It smelled bad and just looked… off. Freshkill and prey weren’t supposed to look like that. At least none of the freshkill she saw before ever did, except maybe when it was in the pile too long. It reminded her of what her brother told her to do for her passage: steal from a cache or find dead freshkill to bring back. She refused. Because that was cheating. But seeing this dead bird gave her another reason for why doing that was wrong.
”What’s wrong with it? Is it sick… I mean, was it sick?” she asked Goldenshade.
In just before work! I assume they left camp and are out on the territory. Probably haven’t reached the marsh yet, much to Cricketpaw’s disappointment. XD But this is more important. |
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Post by ladylantsov on May 16, 2024 15:52:26 GMT -5
COASTIVY
Coastivy’s whiskers twitch, but otherwise the tabby Tom doesn’t react to the patrol’s purpose. He’d been on the patrol that had originally caught the scent, had helped follow the trail till it went dead. A fox would have to be rabid to stick around so close to this many cats, Coastivy is merciful and keeps the thought to himself.
At least there shouldn’t be a need for a fight. Three full grown warriors would theoretically be competition plenty for a fox, and hopefully their presence alone would be all the persuasion a canid would need to think twice before coming back.
But leaf-fall’s bite could already be tasted on the air, freshkill was becoming harder to come by with every passing day. It would be moons yet before hunger set in, the type that gnaws at you, that demands attention.
But it would come, it always did, and EffervescentClan didn’t need any predators on its territory that might steal a meal from one of his clanmate’s mouths. Coastivy casts a glance in the direction of the nursery, where yet more mouths would soon join them. Had the warrior been a meaner cat, he might have questioned he sanity of bringing kittens into the world as the colder moons began to find its grip.
He doesn’t, not much could be done about it now. Only ensure the newest lives were fed, allowed the chance to thrive.
Let foxes be nothing more than a distant memory by the time kits have joined the clan.
”We caught the scent around the roots of some of the big oak trees on that side,” Coastivy confirms, offering a little more context. “It looked like it had made a kill, the blood was quite fresh.” And everywhere. Coastivy might have harboured even a tiny bit more respect for foxes if they could at least kill well, kill cleanly. The warrior was no stranger to blood, but he disliked the needless spill of it.
These are all thoughts that slip through his mind as he follows his clanmates quietly, paws finding purchase on the bark with well practiced ease. Dark tabby paws itching with impatient as he waits for the cats ahead of him to get moving, at last they reached the edge, and narrow, awkward pawsteps give way to certain, chill-hardened earth.
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Post by ladylantsov on May 16, 2024 16:12:44 GMT -5
ROWANFIRE
If there was anything Rowanfire disliked about his mate, let it be known that it was a list that contained but two items. That Florastorm made his heart beat so fast he was sure the birds circling overhead could hear it.
and that she could read him like a book.
Like no other cat ever had, and hopefully ever would.
By the stars yes, talk some sense into your sister before I yell it into her.
That would have been his answer under pretty much any other circumstances, that would have been his answer had his own mother descended from the stars, him by the ear and tried to convince him otherwise.
But not now, when his mate had a belly full of his kits, which swelled more everyday. He would devote the rest of his life to fighting twelve hounds, hourly, if it meant keeping this Queen from even a moment of unnecessary stress. It wasn’t that Rowanfire believed his beloved fragile - quite the opposite, rather.
Florastorm did him the honour of making him a father, it seemed the absolute least he could do to make her life simple, easy.
So he shakes his head.
”You needn’t worry,” it isn’t a lie. For the moment his mate began worrying was the heartbeat shortly before the protective tom made this lack of a deputy everyone’s problem.
By the stars he would suffer Stormfur as a deputy, let the pompous Tom order him around for the rest of his life, and be reverted, permanently, to Rowanpaw. If it meant Faunastar would pull her pretty head out of her proverbial and pick a deputy.
Stars let it be the end of the uncertainty.
“Maybe I’ll tell her that the lack of a deputy isn’t conducive to having kits,” Rowanfire muses, swiping his barbed tongue over her ear. “And that she can a very pregnant, very angry,” he tilts his head, takes in the sight of her a moment longer, and adds, very round, to himself before continuing, “Queen who’ll happily use her pelt to line your nest if she doesn’t get her act together.”
Logic hadn’t worked, it stood to reason that threats, gentle natured as they might be, could.
Rowanfire, (somehow having found and sharpened a knife),: SAY THAT TO MY FACE if a cat I’m this clan would use the F bomb it would be he |
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Post by 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 on May 16, 2024 16:26:34 GMT -5
StormfurWarrior * 52 moons * He/Him * tagged; ladylantsov Dew --------------------------------------------------------------------- Stormfur had listened to Coastivy's words intently as his paws carried him toward where his fellow warrior had explained. He would be a fool not to trust the word of one of the cats that was present when the fox scent was discovered, and part of the reason Stormfur chose him for this patrol in the first place. He critically scanned his surroundings as they headed toward the oak trees. If he had been a weaker willed tom, he would have let the beautiful sight of the browning leaves whisk him into play. Thankfully, he managed to keep his eyes on the prize. He sniffed the air thoroughly, eyes widening a bit as he caught a whiff of fox scent on the wind.
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Post by Sand on May 16, 2024 16:27:05 GMT -5
Scorchdawn effervescentclan territory — accompanied by: Ashbreeze he/him - sr. warrior 
Scorchdawn knew deep down that his relationship with Ashbreeze wouldn't be perfect. It was going to take time and effort for the two of them to become friendly, to treat each other like family. However, the competitiveness in Scorchdawn was brewing-- he wanted and deserved to be deputy. He didn't want his son to become the next deputy. Sure, he could brag about it, but... he had little to no part in raising Ashbreeze or his littermates. Dreamfog would benefit from it more than the senior warrior would.
As he padded carefully across the log, the silence thickened between the two toms. The ginger tabby wasn't sure what to discuss besides the usual, casual patrol talk. They appeared to be the first or second patrol out of camp since Stormfur's group had barely moved from the camp entrance. If Stormfur wanted to be the next deputy, he had to work on his timing. So far, Scorchdawn wasn't impressed by him– but did any cat impress him?
Obviously not, he was too full of it to realize it anyways.
The senior warrior's ears perked up at the sound of Ashbreeze's voice. Dream's Pool was actually a good place to fish, one that he hadn't visited in recent days. "That's… actually a good idea, Ashbreeze," he mewed, sounding surprised by the white tom's suggestion. "I don't think any patrols will be headed that way. Most will stick to forest or marshland."
[ tags: Dew | image credit: best-wallpaper / pinterest ]
Wasplight leaving camp — accompanied by: Dreamfog & Quickcreek they/them - warrior  Wasplight's pale green eyes shifted between Quickcreek and Dreamfog as they kept their thoughts to themselves. Quickcreek's sudden arrival had caught them off guard and thought that his remark was mousebrained. Nonetheless, Wasplight wanted this patrol to start now and finish as soon as possible.
The fawn ticked tabby cat swiftly followed Dreamfog as they made their way across the log. Dreamfog wasn't the type of warrior to mess around, even Wasplight knew that. However, they weren't too sure if Quickcreek would fool around instead of following orders. Their impression of the tom wasn't a good one so far. Maybe they had patrolled with him in the past, but it seemed that Wasplight had forgotten about his attitude.
"Got it," they mewed in a soft tone, barely above a whisper. The ticked tabby feline hurried along, doing their best to keep up with Dreamfog's pace. They silently hoped that the patrol would go smoothly without any issues.
[ tags: busybee & 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑢 | image credit: somali-is.jp & pinterest ]
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Post by ladylantsov on May 16, 2024 16:28:56 GMT -5
|| 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 Stormfur; exists
Coastivy, Rowanfire, Bittermeadow:; the audacity
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Post by ladylantsov on May 16, 2024 16:30:36 GMT -5
||busybee Sand are you guys feeling any better?
Sorry I’m an *ss for forgetting to ask I got distracted
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Post by Sand on May 16, 2024 16:33:09 GMT -5
[ I'm doing much better! my black eye is almost gone and all of my bruises are gone.
no need to apologize, I appreciate that you've asked <3 ]
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Tired but making it through each day
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Post by busybee on May 16, 2024 17:01:13 GMT -5
Oh no! Those sounds like got in a fight injuries. I hope everything is all good.
I'm feeling a bit better but I deal with stuff almost everyday. I have EDS and it causes chronic pain as well as a lot of other issues. Genetic so just something I live with
Will work on replies in just a few. Have to clean the kitchen and make dinner first.))
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Post by Dew on May 16, 2024 17:59:40 GMT -5
Dawnspirt
The fact that Coffeefinch didn't think that it was Dragonflystar dying and not having a deputy was concerning, but sometimes you had to dig deeper to find what was troubling. She didn't have nightmares often, and Dawnspirt was happy about that. Being scared in her dreams was more scary than being scared when your awake in her book.
"I'm doing fine, thank you for asking. I don't really have plans today, do you?" She asked. Maybe they could do something together, or go their separate ways and so something else entirely. "I guess I'm feeling a little sore today" She added, stretching out her limbs as if to show as she spoke.
She/Her - Warrior
busybee Bittermeadow
Bittermeadow had watched Ashbreeze and Scorchdawn pass them, and they puffed out their fur, feeling a little self conscious. Why couldn't they just get s move on? They could talk and strategize on the way, couldn't they? Coastivy telling them about where the patrol that had found the fox scent. I forgot that he was on that patrol. That's probably why Stormfur asked him to join this patrol in the first place.
Now they were finally moving, starting toward the oak trees. At this time of year the leaves were starting to die and fall. In a moon or two they would be falling at a fast pace and it would almost be impossible not to play in the falling leaves.
Bittermeadow didn't really scent the fox scent first per say, but the thing that gave them the hint was the way Stormfur's eyes widened when he smelled it. They then opened their mouth to scent the air, and they smelled it as well. "Well, looks like we've got a lead, should we investigate?"
They/Them - Warrior
𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 , ladylantsov
Ashbreeze Ashbreeze knew that Scorchdawn wanted to be deputy badly, probably more than Ashbreeze himself wanted to role. He felt that they both deserved it, both of them working tirelessly for the clan for moons. His father might see himself as higher up because he was older and more expirianced, but that could easily be countered couldn't it? Faunastar herself was very young, who says she wouldn't chose a younger warrior? Or she might choose an older one, like Scorchdawn or Dreamfog for that matter because they were older.
The... amazment in Scorchdawn's mew was a little offending, Ashbreeze was only a few moons off from being a senoir warrior himself, it wasn't like he was a new apprentice still figuring out how to get over the log for Starclan's sake! But then again, Scorchdawn didn't really know anything about him. "Exactly" Ashbreeze said, and they started on their way to the wetlands, where Dream's Pool was located.
It was tempting to start a conversation, but Ashbreeze wasn't quite sure how to start one. I guess we can start but what? Getting to know each other better? Do I even want that? Dreamfog was the only parental figure he had had, and although Ashbreeze had once resented Scorchdawn for it, by now he had just accepted it. His father wasn't going to be around, and that wasn't going to change. Although, there had to be a reason for this outing wasn't there? Or was it just to improve Scorchdawn's standing, bringing back prey and bonding with his son for the first time? "What's your favorite prey?" Ashbreeze asked, feeling a little akward with the silence that had consumed them for the past few minutes. Well however silent it could be in late Greenleaf anyways.
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Post by 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 on May 16, 2024 18:38:38 GMT -5
(Busybee volunteered to play the fox so I am tagging them also  ) StormfurWarrior * 52 moons * He/Him * tagged; ladylantsov Dew busybee --------------------------------------------------------------------- Stormfur glanced back at his clanmates in an extremely rare moment of vulnerability, lowering his voice to draw less attention. "Yes. Let's try to stay close in case of an ambush." He wouldn't say he was afraid, but it was closer to just feeling wary. Some cat getting hurt on his watch would definitely wound his pride, but he thought deep down that it would hurt his heart too. He wasn't exactly friends with either of his patrolmates, but as fellow members of the clan it was hard for him not to feel some sort of kinship. He lowered himself to stay closer to the foliage and grass. He had a hard time blending in when the sun was too bright, so he learned to keep lower in situations like this.
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Post by busybee on May 16, 2024 19:10:09 GMT -5
Eating dinner now. Will respond here in a bit.))
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Post by busybee on May 16, 2024 21:43:38 GMT -5
Goldenshade
⤁ In Territory-With Cricketpaw, Firehawk,, and Breezewing tumblepaw Hawkeyes258 [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] ⬽
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"Yes, it seems like it must've been sick. We need to bury it without touching it in case whatever it had can be transferred by touch. We don't need more prey getting it." It almost reminds me of that squirrel at camp this morning, only this one has been dead longer. The tom turned to look toward the leader of their patrol, a hint of concern in his amber gaze. "This could be a bad sign heading into leaf-fall. If a sickness spreads through the prey and cuts our food supply before the snow even hits then we may not all survive. " Especially with new mouths on the way. I get that you can't really control when those things happen that well but Florastorm seems to have chosen the worst time. And we're only made even more vulnerable by our lack of a deputy and so a lack of complete order within the ranks of the clan. Coffeefinch
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"'m not sure yet really. I might take a walk, stretch my legs a bit. I feel like I could use a good stroll to clear my head, maybe a small hunt if I feel inclined to or happen to scent any good prey." He imagined himself padding through the forest and finding a nice juicy bird, his favorite type of prey; wood finch his absolute favorite to be exact, the irony. He was pretty sure that Dragonflystar had chosen the name semi on purpose as the tom had told him of his specific preference for that type of bird once and the other had teased him on his pickiness, though Coffeefinch spent that time trying to explain he liked all prey, but given a choice would always go for a wood finch. "You are welcome to join of course," he added after a moment, giving the other a friendly smile. The tom would never deny the company of a clanmate, he needed to be making stronger bonds with them after all. Florastorm
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The molly reached up with a paw to lightly hit the tom on the shoulder. "Hey, that's still my sister!" Her tone was completely joking and she was smiling. "But I will talk to her. Later. After I've had something to eat." She shifted in the nest, unable to find a comfortable position now and finally simply giving up, standing and stretching as best she could with her swollen belly. "I don't think I'm gonna be able to get any sleep at the moment." Glancing at him and grinning she gave an exaggerated sigh. "I could use a walk really, but I can't get up the entrance log by myself with these kits I'm carrying." She feigned like she was a damsel in distress. "If only there was a strong tom to help me so I could stretch my cramped and achy legs." Fox
⤁ Southern Border-With Stormfur, Coastivy, and Bittermeadow 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 ladylantsov Dew ⬽
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 Some foxes were normally just slightly bigger than the average adult housecat and if confronted in numbers, they will often run instead of fight. But this was no ordinary fox. He was in a small clearing of sorts, the area still having a bush coming up here and there through the area. It had recently found a bird to eat, ripping it up and throwing feathers everywhere, spots of blood seen here and there on the ground where the fox had drug the bird around. And the fox itself was an even more horrifying sight really. It stood at almost 3 feet tall and a 2 foot length, it's thick red coat denoting it as a red fox and deep scars marring almost the entirety of it's left side. This fox was old, it had seen quite a few seasons and had made it by living by one law, survival of the fittest. Knowing no fear it didn't budge even as the patrol drew nearer to it's location. It didn't care about the scent marked border or any of them. As far as the fox was concerned, anywhere it decided to go was its territory, and it would teach that lesson to anyone who dared fight it.
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on May 16, 2024 22:37:51 GMT -5
BreezewingBreezewing was leading the patrol, tail held high, excited to show Cricketpaw the marsh for the first time, purring whenever she tried to stop a conversation. He had half a mind to tell her to not try to talk to much, it would use up energy for the long journey she had ahead, when he noticed a rancid smell in the air. It made him balk; the odor was suffocating. His tail lowered as he focused on where the smell was coming from. He let Goldenshade take the lead at this point, the orange-and-white cat was a much better tracker than him. When Goldenshade found the source - a dead bird - he stepped forward to inspect in more closely. “Yes, this is…concerning.” He took a step back, unsure if the state of the bird was dangerous to even be around.
He looked behind him as Cricketpaw asked her question. Breezewing could have answered her question, but knew the mentor should always be given the first opportunity. He nodded along as Goldenshade answered her question. When Goldenshade turned to him, he returned their steady gaze. “I agree. While it is just one or two diseased animals, we should get rid of this one. Perhaps burying these two pieces that are sickly will end the spread and we can focus on having a safe leaf-fall.” He said decisively, not allowing his thoughts to get dark, like Goldenshade’s last sentence had. He would keep a positive perspective no matter what.
“Goldenshade, please go a bit farther into the forest and dig a deep hole. Cricketpaw, go with your mentor. Firehawk, we’ll go look for larger leaves so we can drag the bird there…I don’t want anyone touching it. Not even their whiskers touching it.” |
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Post by 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 on May 17, 2024 0:43:13 GMT -5
StormfurWarrior * 52 moons * He/Him * tagged; ladylantsov Dew busybee
--------------------------------------------------------------------- Every single hair on Stormfur's back stood on end as he made eye contact with the fox. With pupils fully dilated, his brain was working overtime to determine the best course of action as the leader of the patrol. A large chunk of arrogance wanted to run forward and take on the fox immediately. "Starclan, this one is huge..." It might be an unavoidable fight if the fox caught sight of their patrol. This one looked wisened and mean. His claws were fully extended and sticking into the dirt. Think Stormfur, think! "We could try to get the element of surprise if we pounce on it now, before it sees us." He whispered slowly to his clanmates.
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Post by busybee on May 17, 2024 5:26:28 GMT -5
aquatail Florastorm is currently in rp with Rowanfire. and there is no fat prey, barely even scraps left right now. Hunting patrols have only just left))
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Post by ladylantsov on May 17, 2024 5:26:30 GMT -5
COASTIVY
"We should head back to camp, get more reinforcements," Coastivy's assertion is more dominant than was typical of the tom, even as he spoke his gaze never moved from the muscled, russet-red creature in the clearing. His gaze narrowed as he takes in the sight of the frankly colossal fox. "Come on, there's no need to be heroes."
The massive warrior wasn't a coward by any stretch of the imagination, he was, where possible, something of a pacifist but understood the necessity of violence. But a fox that size could easily kill a warrior. As eager as Stormfur was to prove himself, Coastivy wasn't about to let his clanmate's get themselves killed in some misinformed show of machismo.
Coastivy's whiskers twitch skeptically at the idea they might be able to catch the beast unawares. The fox had a kill, a recent and messy one. With leaf-fall on the horizon, this was when predators were most likely to be on highest alert. Never sure which meal might be their last for a while, once the frosts set in and most prey hid away in their burrows. Any beast with a lick of sense would spend the next few moons on guard, ever weary of anything else that might be trying to steal their food.
It wasn't like the warriors would thieve crow-food, but the fox had no reason to know that.
"It has fresh-kill," Coastivy's voice hardly creeps above a whisper as he tips his chin toward the bloodied prey, conscious of any and all noise that might alert the beast to their presence. "We'll hardly get within two foxlengths before it notices us!"
Ice blue eyes are little more than slits as he turns his gaze back upon Stormfur and Bittermeadow. "Think about this logically, the best case scenario is we injure it and chase it off - there's not enough of us here to kill it." Not without losing one of their own at least. "and the least we need is it following our scent back to camp when its fit again and has a vengeance, not when there's kits on the way." |
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Post by busybee on May 17, 2024 5:29:24 GMT -5
ladylantsovXD. At least he's being a logical voice of reason))
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Post by ladylantsov on May 17, 2024 5:32:28 GMT -5
|| Would I be a horrible person for suggesting, if you're still wanting them to come early, busybee, that she starts kitting outside of camp 
I'm also just very excited for cute kitstuffs.
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busybee
Tired but making it through each day
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Post by busybee on May 17, 2024 5:33:42 GMT -5
ladylantsovOmg. Her starting her kitting outside of camp while a fox fight is going on too? We beggin for the drama here lol))
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Post by ladylantsov on May 17, 2024 5:35:58 GMT -5
|| do it do it do it do it do it
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busybee
Tired but making it through each day
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Post by busybee on May 17, 2024 5:37:28 GMT -5
we're so evil. XDXD
Especially since Rippleleaf AND Finchpaw are also out of camp at the moment))
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Post by ladylantsov on May 17, 2024 5:38:55 GMT -5
|| do it do it do it do it do it |
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busybee
Tired but making it through each day
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Post by busybee on May 17, 2024 5:48:37 GMT -5
XDXDXDXD
He really bout to. He might end up delivering his own kits))
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Post by ladylantsov on May 17, 2024 6:00:41 GMT -5
ROWANFIRE
"I know full well you're her sister," his humour is only a mechanism for covering the tom's true frustrations that Faunastar still hadn't picked a deputy. Starting off her reign as leader by breaking the warrior code, by displeasing their ancestors seemed dangerous to the tom. "which is why I think guilt tripping her about her kin would probably work."
He stands with her, moving instinctually to offer the shecat the support of his shoulder as she brings her legs beneath her to stand. "Easy," the tom rumbles, his voice a thunder in the cavern of his chest. He doesn't move, patient as a saint as she pauses, finding her balance before stepping away.
She turns back to him, and the mischievous glint in her eye gives him a hint of the question to come before it's even left her lips.
He listened to her request, and his whiskers twitch with amusement. While Florastorm was very eager to become a mother, there was no doubting that. The Queen had also made no secrets of protesting the entrappment in camp to any and every cat who'd listen to her moan. Rowanfire was empathetic, being imprisoned in camp was quite frankly his worst nightmare. The tom had once been confined to the medicine cat den after wrenching a shoulder badly, and had just about lost his mind from the mundanity of it.
But it wasn't his mate's life that he had to worry about any more.
"You know for a fact that your sister, the medicine cats, and just about every cat in camp would have my ears off if they thought for one second I'd humoured you, sweetheart."
By the stars someone should study the way his mate could wrap him around her littlest claw so seamlessly.
"A small stroll around the perimeter of camp, and then we come back - deal?" What harm could she really come to that close by? If a Queen could be hurt mere metres beyond the walls of EffervescentClan's camp, the heart of its territory. Then his kits had more to worry about than their mother enjoying a leisurely stroll. |
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Post by tumblepaw on May 17, 2024 6:48:20 GMT -5
Cricketpaw suppressed a shudder. Her mentor seemed really bothered by this dead bird, and their mood was contagious.
That wasn’t the only contagious thing. Could other birds be sick too? And Goldenshade’s comments about a bad sign made her feel worse. She didn’t want anyone to die! Esp not her family.
At least Breezewing seemed to know what to do. That was reassuring. Cricketpaw nodded at his orders and followed Goldenshade to dig a hole, leaving the other cats behind to look for leaves.
“Betcha I can dig a hole that can reach to the other side of the territory!” She didn’t know what else to say, but maybe she could help with digging.
Sorry, not the best response.
And Florastorm is about to pull Sorreltail’s stunt with having kits outside of camp? XD Poor Rowanfire. Hopefully it goes better for them. |
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Post by Dew on May 17, 2024 7:11:06 GMT -5
Bittermeadow
Bittermeadow glanced uneasily at the size of the fox, obviously an older one, by all the scars in its side as well is the slight grey to its fur. The decision seemed to be up to them, either leave and get reinforcements or stay and ambush the fox. They thought it over for a few seconds, eyeing the fox the whole time.
"I think one of us should go back to camp and the other two should say-climb a tree or hide to watch the fox" Bittermeadow decided. That way if it left they would know and wouldn't accidentally walk into the foxes jaws. And they also get more cats. "I think that would work anyways"
They/Them - Warrior
𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰, ladylantsov, busybee
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Post by 𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 on May 17, 2024 7:59:27 GMT -5
(Let it be known that I know Stormfur is being extremely stupid...but I just love the drama too much.) StormfurWarrior * 52 moons * He/Him * tagged; ladylantsov Dew busybee --------------------------------------------------------------------- The words of his clanmates ring in his ears. He wanted to listen, wanted to go back for help...but something in his body wouldn't budge unless he was going toward it. He wanted this thing gone. What kind of cat would he be if he ran away now? Sure, it looked nasty but that was all the more reason for it to be taken out, quickly. "We need this thing gone. Three warriors should be enough to take it down." Then, he began to slowly crawl around to try and catch the fox at an angle where he wouldn't be seen while it was distracted by playing with it's kill. Whether Stormfur genuinely underestimated what foxes are capable of or if his arrogance was clouding his judgement, it was too late to turn him back now regardless.
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