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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on Jul 19, 2024 17:21:14 GMT -5
SunnynoseWarrior * 41 moons * He/Him * tagged; Dew --------------------------------------------------------------------- The tom happily bounced after her, completely oblivious to her internal struggle. Honestly, he was happy to get a response at all from the she-cat, after how harshly she had taken everything that had happened between them. His joy wasn't specific to her, really, more just happy to have something to do other than endlessly reshaping the warrior's den all day. "How are you, Hazelspring?" It was a simple, singal question. Despite his success in not drawing her ire, he knew not to push it too much. A nice light conversation was his best bet here.
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Post by Tealraven on Jul 19, 2024 21:45:25 GMT -5
FOGPAW interacting with cariboupaw; mentions owlpaw // in camp
Fogpawโs thoughts went round and round, as they often did when he had nothing to do, and thus he didnโt notice the apprentice hurrying towards him until she was almost upon him. When she squealed his name the poor tom nearly levitated. His first instinct was to bolt, but heโd been working with his mentor on standing his ground when startled, so he managed to stay put with minimal nervous twitching. โCariboupaw,โ he muttered, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead with a paw while his heart rate slowed. โHello to you, too.โ
He tried fixing a stern green gaze on the energetic molly, which was rather difficult to accomplish while she paced circles around him. โThank StarClan that someone's around and not paying attention to Silverfern'sโฆ you know.โ Almost simultaneously, another wail erupted from the nursery. Fogpaw winced; heโd managed to block out most of the sounds while he ate, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore. He wouldnโt mind getting out of earshot for a while.
โUm, I think I saw Beewhisker leaving with Wolfstride earlier.โ Neither warrior had looked too happy about it. One had to wonder about Gingerflameโs sense of humor when he assigned those two to the same patrol. Fogpaw couldnโt think of any other cats more opposite in personality โ except, perhaps, himself and the one right in front of him. He wanted to reach out and pin her lashing tail to the grass before she slapped him across the nose. โAs for Owlpawโฆ Iโm not sure. Maybe heโs on patrol, too. Why do you ask?โ
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ASPENSONG interacting with cloverpatch // in camp
Aspensongโs fur was starting to feel hot and itchy from all the dirt and grime sheโd accumulated while helping Slatestorm reinforce and expand the warriorsโ den. She shot a longing look at the pool in the center of the camp. Right now she wanted nothing more than to submerge herself completely in the cool water. But she decided against the idea - better not pollute the Clanโs main drinking source. A dip in the brook would do it, she thought as she finished the vole sheโd selected for lunch and swiped her tongue around her jaws. The brook was always freezing, but honestly, that sounded pretty appealing right now. Aspensong rarely liked doing things alone, though. She scanned the camp for anyone who didnโt look busy.
โCloverpatch!โ She bounded over to the calico-and-white warrior. โHey, howโs it going? Isnโt this a beautiful day? Donโt leaf-fall afternoons make you want to take a deep breath of the crisp, fresh air?โ She inhaled deeply through her nose to demonstrate. The cool air tingled in her chest. โEverything smells so good! I swear itโs like my sense of smell is sharper at this time of year, you know what I mean?โ The nip in the air crystallized the scents of the forest and brought the hidden world forward; it was invigorating. Aspensong grinned at Cloverpatch, her tail waving enthusiastically. โIโm on my way to the brook for a quick wash. Wanna come with me? We could catch some prey along the way, or go fishing once we get there. Cโmon, itโll be an adventure!โ
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WOLFSTRIDE hunting with beewhisker // in the forest
Wolfstride narrowed her eyes at Beewhisker as he rambled on about swooping bears, looking thoroughly unimpressed. Not for the first time she wondered why he had been given an apprentice instead of her. Maybe Briarstar thought saddling him with the responsibility of educating the younger generation would get him to take his duties more seriously, she thought, rather optimistically. Still. An apprentice was supposed to be a reward for hard work and loyalty. Hadnโt she earned that privilege?
So treat him the way you would treat your apprentice if you had one. Wolfstride studied Beewhisker in silence as he blustered to his conclusion, evaluating what she knew about him. He likes to have fun, and he likes to be spontaneous. Maybe he just requires a different approach. She lifted her chin and arched her eyebrows, looking down her nose at him. โProve it.โ A challenging gleam lit her gaze. โYou think you hunt just fine? Then show me what you can do. Letโs head back to camp, and whoever gets there first with the most prey wins. Loser has to... has to clean the otherโs nest for a moon.โ That sounded like the kind of mind-numbingly boring task he would dread. โBut you have to be swift and stealthy,โ she added sternly. โIf I hear you crashing around again it doesnโt count.โ
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Post by Dew on Jul 22, 2024 15:30:25 GMT -5
Gingerflame
The Nursery - aquatail
Orchidkit, Hollowkit, Possumkit, and Copperkit. Silverfern's kits. His kits. He had helped start the life of four tiny souls. "They're perfect," he whispered, gazing down at them. All of their eyes were closed, as all kits were when they were born. Could they even hear us? He wondered. Glancing toward the entrance of the den, he was reminded of the things he still needed to do. He was reminded that a normal warrior might have the time to stay in the den all day and watch his kits, but he was Coniferclan's deputy, and he needed to be strong. Especially now that Briarstar had had her kits, and was weaker than before. Not that I would ever say that aloud!
"I have to go," Gingerflame mewed, getting to his paws. There might be cats looking for him, and he always found it easier to think out in the open air. Exiting the nursery, he blinked his eyes at the sudden light change. How did queens manage to stay in there for most of the day? Scanning the camp, it didn't look like any cat needed him, so he retreated into a corner of camp, where he could watch over his clanmates and think in peace.
Hazelspring
 Clan Territory - ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ
Of course, Sunnynose would have taken her up on her offer. A part of her had wanted it, wanted to spend time with him. Another, the more reasonable part of her, she assumed, hated the yellow tom beside her. Or maybe the reasonable part of her was somewhere in between. They were walking side by side now, and Hazelspring was reminded of the days when they padded along, side by side, pelts brushing. Now there was a considerable amount of space in between the two cats, as there should be.
"How are you, Hazelspring?" The voice of Sunnynose brought her from her thoughts. How am I?! She'd never been the same since her kitting. Never as happy, never as devoted to another cat as she was then. "I'm... fine," Hazelspring said, deciding to go with the safest choice. She wasn't going to open up with him, least of all any cat. |
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Post by Sand on Jul 22, 2024 16:20:32 GMT -5
Cariboupaw coniferclan camp โ accompanied by: Fogpaw she/her - apprentice
 It was safe to say that Fogpaw appeared annoyed by Cariboupaw, although that wasn't much of a surprise. Her boisterous behavior was less than to be desired. She rolled her eyes at him, hearing his mutter and noticing his stern gaze. Does he think he's an old grumpy warrior or something? she thought, her gaze fixated on Fogpaw as she slowed down.
Once Cariboupaw had stopped pacing around the apprentice, she chose to sit down across from him. Her fluffy tail wouldn't stop lashing, almost threatening to hit Fogpaw in the face. The wails from the nursery were making Cariboupaw feel ill, but maybe a conversation with her denmate would help her forget about it. "That'sโฆ a strange pairing for a patrol," she commented before sticking out her tongue in mild disgust.
Why in StarClan's name would Gingerflame put those two together? she wondered, but now she was sort ofโฆ glad that Beewhisker had forgotten about her again. "I haven't seen him at all! I wanted to tell him about my adventure with Sorrelsnap or at least talk to some cat," the creamy brown she-cat explained, her gaze gleaming as she looked straight at Fogpaw. "Are you up to anything? You seem kinda bored, wanna leave camp?"
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Post by aquatail on Jul 23, 2024 16:12:25 GMT -5
Silverfern
As soon as Gingerflame left she let out a sigh. Honestly, she wanted to fall into a deep endless sleep of peace and rest but, she would NOT allow herself to. She had to do this for her kits and for her mate.
No wonder the other queens say it is hard. So she made sure she stayed awake. She looked at her perfect, perfect kits. They were looking adorable and fluffy. She smiled. This pain horrible pain had been worth it. As soon as she believed that she would wake up if she had a sleep, she slept peacefully with her kits around her.
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on Jul 23, 2024 21:27:17 GMT -5
BeaverpeltBeaverpelt nodded. โThatโs good. She has 7 more lives than you, you know. The sooner she knows, she can actually put those to good use against Paintedmask.โ It hurt his heart to say his grandsonโs name. His family, that he loved so much, so small. His mate, one of his sons, already dead, and another in old age. His only grandkit, a traitor. He wished it wasnโt true. Was there something he had done, maybe in his youth, to make StarClan give him this fate?
Beaverpelt held Oakstreakโs gaze as he poured out his heart. It seemed they were both old enough to speak frankly with one another. In love with his brotherโs mate. Forced to be a medicine cat. He was unsure what exactly to do in this situation: to simply be uncomfortable with the brotherly rivalry extending this far, to comfort his son, to cajole him for not fully putting his potential warriorโs life behind himโฆ
Beaverpelt laid his tailtip on Oakstreakโs shoulder. The best thing I can do in this moment is to simply be a father. โLove will stick with you in that way. Missing someone like thatโฆitโs as if a part of you is gone.โ (Beaverpelt, always well meaning, had not realized his blunder.) โI know itโsโฆcomplicatedโฆwith Nightmask. But I am proud of what you have done with your life. And what you continue to do.โ |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 24, 2024 16:30:27 GMT -5
Mottledfinch ยป
The second litter in less than a moon was arriving.
A wild commotion coming from the nursery soon became the talk of every cat still in camp. The pale ginger pelt of Goldenchill streaked across camp and into the medicine den, where she was soon racing back toward the nursery with her cream furred nephew bounding behind her. There was no denying that Silverfern was on the throes of her kitting, bringing forth new lives that would one day become the newest generation of warriors for ConiferClan.
Kittings made Mottledfinch uneasy. Where there was supposed to be joy and celebration there was only anxiety and fear. The young tom had only witnessed twenty-five moons of life, and yet in that short span of time he had observed many a queen draw her final breath as her kits took their first breath. He had been around to watch as the bodies of kits were silently taken from the nursery and brought into the center of camp for a solemn vigil as their mothers wailed their sorrows like ghosts. He faintly recalled the tension that had held the nursery together when Goldenchill had kitted. The memories were a blur to him, the warrior only a moon old when that tragedy struck. His mother had shooed him away, taking him from the nursery for a while during the whole ordeal. Mottledfinch couldnโt remember the whole story from his own memories, but he did remember the aftermath. As he grew older, as he reached his sixth moon in life, his memory grew sharper and better. It was Goldenchillโs melancholy that he remembered best. It was her sullen nature, how she lay curled in the nursery without speaking a single word to any other cat, that he remembered best. Over the seasons the queen had opened up once more, but sorrow remained shrouded over her. Sadness darkened her green eyes. She was like a ghost, and Mottledfinch knew she wasnโt the only cat to have lost children too early.
Scanning the camp with a quick glance it was clear to Mottledfinch that he was not the only cat contemplating leaving camp, not the only cat wanting to disappear in case the unthinkable happened. He didnโt know what would be worse - staying in camp and hearing the wail of death or returning hours later to see a body, or multiple, stretched out in the middle of camp, drenched in rosemary and lavender to hide the scent of decay.
A voice caught him off guard, Mottledfinch not expecting company at this time. He startled, shifting quickly on his paws to look at where his company had appeared from, eyes landing on the sleek tawny form of Jumptalon. Mottledfinch lowered his head to give his chest fur a quick lick before he bowed in greeting. โSorry there, Jumptalon, I, uh, wasnโt expecting another cat to be aroundโฆโ His shoulders squared momentarily, paws shuffling around to steady himself as his heart rate eased back into normal. Such a mouse-brain he was if his own Clanmate had startled him so! โPersonally I am well, perhaps a bit on edge consideringโฆโ He need not say why he was dawdling on the edge of a metaphorical precipice. One quick gesture toward the nursery was an explanation enough.
Mottledfinch inhaled a sharp breath of cold air. He hummed softly to himself, an easing tune in the back of his throat, before focusing once more on Jumptalon. โSay, do you care to join me? I canโt say being in camp right now is a comfort,โ he confessed slowly. The dappled tabby had a feeling his companion would fancy the idea of leaving camp as well, but Mottledfinch was never the one to assume what another might say, do, or feel. โRegardless, how are you faring, Jumptalon? How has warrior life suited you?โ One of ConiferClanโs newest named warriors, Jumptalon had surely been in for a surprise upon graduating and unlocking all the freedoms yet new responsibilities of being a warrior. Still a fresh warrior himself, Mottledfinch knew all the changes being named a warrior came with. He liked to think of himself as well adjusted now, but a mere few seasons ago he had been a nervous little bird, wanting only to prove to his Clan that he had rightfully been named a warrior.
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Talk to Honeyskip and Oriolehop. Snowtalonโs parents.
Rattlepaw shuffled her paws anxiously, blood echoing in her ears. She didnโt know her possible future mateโs parents all that well. The young molly had been on a few patrols with them here and there, mostly before her father had passed and well before she had crumbled into herself. Had she been on any patrols with the two since her fatherโs death? Rattlepaw couldnโt recall if she had, but then again, her memory had been torn to shreds ever since Flinthawkโs rotting corpse had been brought back to camp. She was sure she had been on a few patrols after the tragedy, pushed by her Clanmates to get out of her own mind and actually push to become a warrior, but who had all been on those patrols? Had she even noticed Honeyskip and Oriolehop in the last few seasons?
Had she truly noticed any cat outside of her family and Snowtalon recently?
Though hearing Snowtalon talk so openly about his parents, talking about how the two of them could simply go up to the mated pair and speak with themโฆ Was it truly possible to have parents like that? What did it feel like to be able to trust and love your parents without fear of ridicule or anger? What would it feel like to simply be loved without judgement? Or would Honeyskip and Oriolehop reject Rattlepaw for who she was? What if they didnโt like her for not being a warrior already, for not wanting to try and succeed? Snowtalon made it sound as if his parents wouldnโt mind her status as an apprentice, but what if he was only saying that to make her feel better about herself?
Breathing in his scent as he brushed against her, Rattlepaw sank into the weight of his figure, pressing against him and allowing herself to just drift into the comfort his presence gave her. How could being around just one particular cat make her feel soโฆhow could she describe this feeling? Safe? Protected? Secure?
โWould you really speak to your parents about it? I meanโฆI can be there too, butโฆโ She fumbled, words faltering. Rattlepaw pulled away from Snowtalonโs embrace, nerves spiking through her pelt. Her voice lessened, went even quieter than it already was, as she murmured, โDo you think theyโd actually like me?โ There were so many reasons for them to not like her. She was still an apprentice. She was a problem to the Clan, an embarrassment of everything ConiferClan stood for. She wasnโt good for anything, so why would they like her? Why would they be okay with their son, an astounding warrior with a whole life to live, courting the failure of a molly that was Rattlepaw?
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on Jul 24, 2024 17:58:24 GMT -5
OakstreakMedicine Cat * 95 moons * He/Him * tagged; [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X]  --------------------------------------------------------------------- Oakstreak leaned into the fur of his father, allowing his vulnerability to be seen now. So many years of emotional constipation was coming to a crumble around him. "I just...never wanted this life. I've spent every moon since the accident so angry. There were many moons I cursed them, for condemning me to this life. Being their unwilling mouthpiece, for caring for cats who never cared enough to speak up for me when I needed them to." He closed his eyes and gave a long sigh,"She was my dream. Being a warrior was my dream...and Cedarstar took all of it from me by ditching me when we were supposed to be patrolling together." When his eyes opened again, the hatred he had held onto for most of his life started to break through his flickering green gaze. As much as he hated his actions now and regretted them, he still hated his brother more.
--------------------------------------------------------------------- SnowtalonWarrior * 11 moons * He/Him * tagged; Feathertalon --------------------------------------------------------------------- He met Rattlepaw's eyes with a strange intensity. While his gaze was firm, it wasn't angry. He was certain, beyond certain, that his family would adore her almost as much as he did. "Of course I would talk to them. My parents...they know how much you mean to me...and they know that you're a good cat. Apprentice or no, we will always be here for you." His paws were itching to seek out his mother and father, to ask them as many questions as he could. Even if they didn't remember much, at least he could show the beautiful she-cat before him that she was loved and respected. Even if she experienced ridicule from the rest of the clan, him and his family would care for her until their last breaths.--------------------------------------------------------------------- SunnynoseWarrior * 41 moons * He/Him * tagged; Dew --------------------------------------------------------------------- Sunnynose, while a fool in many ways, could tell this was a non-commital response, the kind that a cat would give any stranger they wanted to keep at a tail's length at all times. He knew why she felt this way, and took it as it was. "I'm glad you're doing alright. You used to always want to go on walks when you had a lot on your mind, so inviting me along...thank you." Sunnynose was a cat who knew how to talk to the she-cats, and while a hopeless romantic, would be lying if he was fully over his former mate. His emotions had been pushed aside and deemed less valuable during their split, almost unanimously by the clan. After all, he had kits with another she-cat not long before they became mates, and was a known flirt since he could talk. He had accepted his role in it all, just trying to look after his kits.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 24, 2024 18:42:55 GMT -5
Rattlepaw ยป
A gust of wind blew forward, ruffling Rattlepawโs thin fur. Body tensed as she shivered, fur rippling uneasily against the elements. It was a reminder of what Snowtalon had suggested earlier. Earlier before Rattlepaw had asked him if he felt comfortable in the woods. Earlier before they had got onto the conversation of parents. He had said something about going back to camp where it was warmer. Going back to camp where the wind wouldnโt be able to pierce through her fur and enter into her bones.
Thoughts began to swarm inside her head, fluttering about like birds lost in the night. An idea crept up on her, pouncing its way into her mind.
Again, her heart fluttered, drumming nervously against her ribcage. Blood rushed in her ears, drowning out the sounds of the wind and Snowtalon beside her.
His parents, Honeyskip and Oriolehop, already knew how much she meant to their son. Did that meanโฆ? Blue eyes rounded with wonder as she stared at Snowtalon. Had he been talking about her to them already? The wind suddenly felt colder, her paws eager to turn and head back to camp.
Paws shuffled on the ground, kicking up a dust of snow. Her heart continued to thud, yet she felt somewhat calmer as she found her voice. โDidโฆdid you still want to go back to camp? Maybe your parents are around.โ Rattlepaw glanced around the forest, scanning, searching, seeking. Nothing appeared to be lurking. Nothing seemed to be waiting in the shadows, anticipating a meal made from cat flesh.
Rattlepaw shook her unease away. Now was not the time to focus on what could happen. Now was the time to focus on making her life a little better. She needed to focus on her future for once, her and Snowtalonโs future together. If she wanted to be his mate, if she wanted to accept his love and make things official, she needed to figure herself out. She needed to figure out where she belonged and whether or not she was going to serve her Clan alongside Snowtalon for the rest of her life or abandon it all and live in solitude among the mountains. Rattlepaw only had a moon to do so. And she knew from experience that a moon was not a lot of time.
Turning on her paws, Rattlepaw faced the trail that would lead them back to camp. She drew in a breath, mentally going over everything. A part of her didnโt want to return to camp. She wanted to stay out here, away from everything that was going on, away from the stares of her Clanmates, the whispers of her superiors, but if she wanted to have a chance with Snowtalon, if she wanted to settle the war that raged within her, she needed to do things she didnโt want to do. โSnowtalon, did you still want to go back to camp?โ She asked again, her voice an echo from earlier. Her whiskers twitched as a small flurry of snow fell from the sky and landed on her nose. Another snowfall was on its way.
All the more reason to head back home and sort out the confusion Rattlepaw had made for herself.
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Post by Dew on Jul 24, 2024 22:31:07 GMT -5
Jumptalon
Coniferclan Camp - Feathertalon
Jumptalon startled himself when Mottlefinch gave a jump, he must have interrupted a deep thought. The thought made him nervous, you would never know how a cat would react, and Jumptalon hadn't spoken with Mottlefinch very much. Or ever. Maybe once or twice, on a patrol, but neither cat seemed like one to go out of their way to talk to the other. "I'm sorry! Didn't mean to startle you Mottlefinch," he licked his own chest a few times, it seemed both cats were flustered by their most recent encounter.
Jumptalon gave a small nod following the mottled tom's next words, sneaking a glance to the nursery. There was a chance that all the cats inside would survive the endeavour, but the odds weren't exactly in their favor. Jumptalon was young, but he had been to too many vigils over a kit or queen being lost at birth, most happening when he was younger and didn't really understand what was going on. It seemed they hadn't had a kit in the nursery for ages, and now they had quite a few, at the worst possible time. He himself had only been through one leadbare, and it had been spent cuddled up in the nursery with his mother by his side, warm and well fed. From all the stories he had heard about the cold season, Jumptalon was sure that this leafbare wouldn't be so easy for him.
A wail came from the entrance to the nursery, and his ears swiveled back to see if they could hear anything else. They were far enough that the pair couldn't hear most sounds, but Jumptalon certainly didn't want to be still in camp if things took a turn for the worse. It seemed everycat around was on edge, because why wouldn't they be? Kittings seemed cursed, not that he really believed in those kit tales.
"I-I would love to join you, Mottlefinch. Anything to get out of here at the moment." Jumptalon said, Mottlefinch's words being an echo of his own thoughts. "You can lead the way- if you want!" The two toms got to their paws and headed toward the entrance of camp, leaving through the entrance tunnel. โRegardless, how are you faring, Jumptalon? How has warrior life suited you?โ That was certainly- a question. "Being a warrior is... much different to being an apprentice. All the added freedom and trust is a little- a little weird? I'm not sure how I feel about it. Part of me still wishes I was a 'paw and only had to do things my mentor told me too. But I do love being a warrior, I do. It is so many things that I won't even begin to talk about, so different from how I thought it would be. It's... amazing."
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Post by tumblepaw on Jul 24, 2024 23:29:36 GMT -5
Cloverpatchin camp | talking to Aspensong | Tealraven
warrior ~ she/her ~ 27 to 28 moons old
Cloverpatch was surprised when another cat joined her, nearly jumping out her skin due to her nerves. Aspensong. The golden ginger she-cat was as cheerful as ever. She gave a friendly nod in response to the ginger mollyโs greeting and chatter.
Happy for the distraction from what was going on in the nursery, she replied to one of the questions. โLeaf-fall is nice, I suppose. I like the crisp air and playing in the leaves.โ Whatever joy she got from the season was often tempered these days. She had Fogpaw and Pheasantpaw around this time of year after all. Just more bad judgement on her part. Who in their right mind wants kits this close to leafbare?!? Besides a cat just under a moon out of the apprentice den. She mentally shook away those thoughts. She shouldnโt think that way, esp since two older mollies just had or were in the process of having kits.
โThe brook? Sounds fun!โ Loving water must run in Aspensongโs familyโ she noticed that Swiftstream often took Fogpaw there as well. It looked like he had the day off though and was going to hang out with Cariboupaw. She hoped Pheasantpaw also had the day off; Cypressmask seemed to have left camp without her.
Another yowl from the nursery sold her on the idea of going to the brook. โRace you to it!โ Unable to remain in camp any longer, Cloverpatch eagerly hopped up and bolted thru the exit. She didnโt even bother to see if Aspensong followed after her.
Told you she was close to bolting. XD
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 25, 2024 9:16:43 GMT -5
Mottledfinch ยป
Yes, getting out of camp was exactly what Mottledfinch needed. Only mere minutes had ticked by since he had first heard the shuddering yowls of Silverfern from the confines of the nursery, and already the young tomโs paws were itching to leave. Being inside camp if something happened was not on his agenda for the day, so he supposed returning later to find a body, or bodies, would be better. Not that losing a Clanmate was ever a good thing, but when it came to kitting, it was almost always a grievous guarantee. Queens had brave hearts to even contemplate the idea of starting a family in this Clan.
Mottledfinch had no particular place outside of camp that he wanted to head to. He just wanted to get out of camp and find a place to be for the duration of Silverfernโs kitting. Hearing her wails and then potentially hearing the silence of kits already passed was not what he wanted to grace his ears with today; instead, he preferred the sounds of the forest despite how quiet the woods were today. As soon as he slipped away from camp, Jumptalon in tow, Mottledfinch realized just how still the outside was, how silent the landscape had become. Snow dusted the ground, creating a fine layer of dazzling white that seemed to shine even in the gloom of the clouds above. A chilling wind danced across the territory. Mottledfinch fluffed out his pathetically thin pelt, jaws tensing. For all the ConiferClan blood that ran in his veins, he was not made for the cold. He was grateful to have Jumptalon with him; he found it much easier to withstand the cold when it wasnโt just him.
He was grateful when the rosette-splashed tom spoke, answering the question he had asked. Focusing on conversation was another way in which Mottledfinch could ignore the cold that was nipping at his nose and nibbling on his paws. โI understand that,โ he replied with a nod, his breath swirling around his muzzle in a flash of ghostly white. Mottledfinch had been a warrior for a few more seasons than Jumptalon, but in the grand scheme of things, they werenโt that far apart in age and warrior seniority. Compared to other warriors such as Greyhawk, Eagleswoop, and even Hazelspring, Mottledfinch was still fresh out of the apprenticesโ den with Jumptalon even fresher. They were both still young enough to be considered the Clanโs next generation of deputies and leaders, the Clanโs next generation of young blood. They both had a lot to give in the service of their Clan, both with, hopefully, long lives ahead of them. But that thought was just another reminder to Mottledfinch that he wasnโt as experienced of a warrior as some perhaps thought of him. The patched tabby tom was more accustomed to his role as a warrior of ConiferClan now, but that didnโt make it any easier for him to fill in the responsibility where it was needed, and it wasnโt like his frame held the power that most of his Clanmates had. All things considered, Mottledfinch wasโฆunder average for a ConiferClan warrior. A lithe figure, thin fur, lanky limbsโฆ He wasnโt what was imagined when a cat thought of a ConiferClan cat.
โYouโll get used to it,โ Mottledfinch replied, adding the tilt of a purr into his words as he spoke. โIt may take a few more moons, but youโll adapt, I promise.โ Going from apprentice to warrior had been strange for Mottledfinch as well, and he was sure it was a strange evolution for every cat who had undergone such a change.
It was then he realized that he still had no place in mind for them to venture to. Mottledfinch flicked his tail, dark amber eyes swiveling about, searching for a trail that stood out more than others. Nothing.
He turned back to Jumptalon, a question in his eyes as one rolled off his tongue. โAnywhere you want to go? Iโm open to any ideas.โ
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Post by Dew on Jul 25, 2024 22:11:58 GMT -5
Hazelspring
Clan Territory - ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ
It seemed as if Sunnynose had bought her answer, or at least didn't press her. She, stupidity, hadn't asked how he was doing, so the conversation was spun back onto her. This was something that happened to her. She could have asked Sunnynose how he was doing, or had suggested hunting. During hunting you had to be quiet a far amount of time. Maybe that's why it's one of my favorite pastimes... It was true, her skill at communicating to others had made sure that she hadn't grown close to anycat in her clan, but maybe that was for the best. They couldn't hurt her if they weren't close, after all.
Here it was. Sunnynose's next topic. To her surprise, it wasn't a question. He was thanking her for letting him walk with her. Hazelspring hadn't really thought of it like that before, walking because she had lots on her mind. It seemed she always had lots on her mind, but that might be a more recent thing. In this world, she was but a small ant, with problems to compare. "Your... welcome." Hazelspring inwardly winced. What a fool! An awkward silence befell the two, and Hazelspring spoke again. "Well... how are you doing, Sunnynose?"
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on Jul 28, 2024 14:47:43 GMT -5
SnowtalonWarrior * 11 moons * He/Him * tagged; Feathertalon --------------------------------------------------------------------- Snowtalon felt his heart jump in his chest as he saw the beauty of the snowfall all around his beloved Rattlepaw. Her pale fur and bright eyes looked so gorgeous against the winter snowfall. He was so mesmerized, he forgot to respond when she had first asked. The second time, he caught himself and finally spoke,"Yes. Let's go see if my parents are still in camp." While still looking back to her, he began to pad back toward the camp. He was pleased she was at least interested, that it wasn't just him who had felt the connection between them. He hoped his mother and father could tell the young Rattlepaw something about her father. Something to soothe her troubled mind.
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The tom had to hold back a purr from the delight he felt at being asked about himself. "Oh, I'm doing alright. Mostly just enjoying watching the growth of the clan. I've really missed the mewling of little ones so it's been really nice to have new litters in the clan." He was a cat who couldn't resist the allure and pride that came with fatherhood, and was only slightly envious of the fathers of the current litters. He couldn't help but miss the days when his own kits were small.
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Post by whispering on Jul 29, 2024 13:26:36 GMT -5
Silentshadow froze, the fur along her shoulders bristling and her tail flicking irritably. She was startled by the sudden appearance of the great she-cat. Grizzlythroat's fur was ruffled and smelled of the forest. She hadn't been expecting to meet her patrol mate here; cats on dawn patrol usually got a good night's rest before starting the task. Sensible cats. Perhaps she was wrong to expect anything more from the tabby molly.
Her surprise instantly melted away as words formed on the tabby's lips and replaced with annoyance.
"Reporting for duty. "
Forever the suck up, Silentshadow swallowed back a growl, instead giving her denmate a curt nod. For a moment, she only stood, not saying much until her golden eyes trailed to the dainty mouse Grizzlythroat had brought with her into camp. "Are you... gonna eat that or...?" Her quiet meow sounded, icy as always, hinting at authority. Almost the equivalent to her mother, who could demand the attention of any cat she addressed. If only Silentshadow hadn't been so reserved, perhaps she would have been a duplicate of Wisteriasnow.
Surely the warrior wasn't presenting it to Silentshadow? She could catch her own prey. Besides, if they were waited around any longer it wouldn't be a dawn patrol. "If not, deposit it, and let's be on our way."
Briefly, awkwardly, their eyes met. Until Silentshadow began to feel self-conscious, and, shaking out her dark pelt, she pushed past Grizzlythroat without another word. There was something about the green depths of the molly's eyes. Green pools that gazed at her expectantly, hungrily. As if they were anticipating something. What could Grizzlythroat be expecting of her? To be a great warrior I presume. Yes, that had to be it. Every cat was only expecting the best of their clanmates. She was expecting the best out of Grizzlythroat, out of her sister.
Her sister. Rattlepaw. As she passed through the rock tunnel, she caught a whiff of her sister's scent. Had she left camp earlier? Silentshadow felt a prickle of guilt that she hadn't thought to include her sister in the dawn patrol. Of course, the pointed molly woke up earlier to prove herself since Silentshadow hadn't invited her out again since their last outing. Was Rattlepaw guilty of not participating in the hunt? Was she finally ready to make it up to her? To Wisteriasnow?
The dark molly was relieved to know that her sister was trying, after many wasted moons. And that thought alone made her hold her head high with newfound energy.
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The great warrior was overwhelmed with emotions as he lay beside his father. Listening to his rumbling mews and his head rising and falling onto his ginger flanks as he took each breath. Listening to him talk of the she-cat who'd left their family long ago. Although, the wound still stung as if it were just yesterday.
He could hear it in the fondness of which Sorrelsnap spoke of Goldtalon. In the thickness of the emotion in his vow. In his jagged breaths when the story took more sensitive turns.
If Goldtalon were still here, would Eagleswoop have shared these same moments of closeness with her? He liked to believe so from the molly he had gotten to know in the few moons of his life. Perhaps she would have been even more stubborn than Sorrelsnap, continuing warriorhood until her body could not function it anymore.
Eagleswoop's twitched his ears when his father referenced the moons to come after Goldtalon's death. When Sorrelsnap had distanced himself from Jumpingjay and Eaglekit. When the little tom had seen nothing but disdain in orange eyes that were once full of love. What led the tabby to grow cold toward his father. What would have happened if Eagleswoop had chosen never to forgive Sorrelsnap? Well, they wouldn't have been here now that was for sure. The warrior raised his head and began to swipe his tongue across Sorrelsnap's shoulder with long and loving licks. "We are far beyond sorries, those days are long behind his," He murmured reassuringly.
"Yes, she and Jumpingjay will live on through me, and my kits. The biggest, Whistlekit, is already a defiant little thing. Though, he may get that from his grandfather." Eagleswoop's dark eyes grew mischievous and teasing, and he chuckled.
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Post by whispering on Jul 29, 2024 13:40:51 GMT -5
"What are you two starlings chattering about?"
Owlpaw stood padded up to his denmate and sister, his blue eyes gleaming amiably. His thick coat, messy as usual, held wafts of stale moss and debris from a long morning of clearing first the elder's den and the old nests in the warrior's den. With so many apprentices awaiting their warrior names and kits in the nursery, Gingerflame had thought it best to start expanding and reinforcing the dens. And Owlpaw had been one of the prominent cats tagging along with the repairs. And, after finishing his task, the ginger deputy had given orders to fetch more moss and brambles. All the more important now that Silverfern had gone into kitting.
"Hopefully, nothing too important without me." The apprentice went on dramatically, lifting a dark paw and clearing it of dirt. "Gingerflame wants me to go out and collect moss and brambles for the den repairs. And he told me to take some denmates along, and what better cats to accompany me than my favorite sister and closest friend." Owlpaw was sure Fogpaw thought him less than a friend, let alone a very close friends. But the pointed cat wasn't bothered by it. As far as he was concerned, all his denmates were friends to him. Even if those feelings weren't reciprocated. And Cariboupaw, well, she was his only sister. So of course she was his favorite!
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Post by Dew on Jul 29, 2024 17:23:26 GMT -5
Jumptalon
Coniferclan Territory - Feathertalon
Jumptalon shivered slightly, his gaze taking in the snowy landscape. It wasn't quite leafbare yet, but it was very close. Jumptalon already hated it. Hopefully his pelt would get thicker as the winter drew on, but he already knew it wouldn't make much of a difference. Cats like him and Mottlefinch were blessed in the warmer moons, but cursed in the colder ones. He edged slightly closer to the older warrior, and the air felt a little warmer. A little.
Jumptalon nodded to along to Mottlefinch's words, but he doubted them. Did anycat ever get used to being a warrior? Was the possible? Was it possible for him? The new responsibilities and expectations seemed to come on suddenly and without warning. As a younger warrior, not much was expected on his individual, but more than when he was an apprentice. One day, he could even mentor one of the new kits. The thought excited him, but it also made him very nervous. Would he be ready in six moons, if he were given an apprentice? Would Briarstar trust him to train on her her kits, or Gingerflame's?
Mottlefinch brought Jumptalon from his thoughts, and even if it had been his idea to leave camp, he had half expected Mottlefinch to just bring them somewhere. But maybe this was better. Jumptalon had to make decisions once in awhile.
"Maybe we could go to the Conifer Bridge? We don't have to go across, but the walk there and back should get us through the kitting and then some. I uh- I also think the view is pretty." Jumptalon admitted, ducking his head for a second and giving his chest three licks before meeting Mottlefinch's eyes again.
Hazelspring
Coniferclan Territory - ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ
Hazelspring nodded along to Sunnynose's words. It was good, she supposed that he was doing alright. It wasn't like she was going to be mad at him for not missing her or something! In fact, there was probably a new she-cat that he was chasing after, somecat he was trying to impress. Going back to his words though, it was good that two new litters were being born, even if it wasn't the best time. It would be a miracle if all the kits survived, the kitting and the leafbare. Hopefully Starclan would be merciful and make the leafbare not so harsh of Coniferclan this year.
After Sunnynose finished speaking, the two fell into a silence once more. They continued to walk through the trees, and Hazelspring kept waiting for Sunnynose to open his mouth again, to say something, but he didn't. "Is there... anyplace you were wishing to go to?" She asked, pausing for a second to scent the air, just in case there was any prey nearby. Not that they were hunting, but catching something would be something to do. It didn't even matter, because she didn't even scent an old scent trail. |
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on Jul 29, 2024 21:09:29 GMT -5
BeaverpeltBeaverpelt slowly licked the top of his sonโs head. Itโll be ok, my little Oakkitโฆ
He had never seen Oakstreak open up in this manner. Even as a young cat, he was more private than Cedarstar. And from the accident onward, he had been pushed even more into his brotherโs shadow, however intentionally or not.
โYou have certainly been given an unfair deal in this life." Beaverpelt said after countless moments of silence had passed. โIt must be hard on you to have this anger right below the surface at all times." He looked down at his son, eyes growing concerned upon seeing how strongly this anger still burned. He wasnโt entirely sure what to say. He wanted to tell his son to let go of this feeling, to feel at peace knowing he will have endless hunting one day, but it felt impossible. Surely those were not the right things to say, not at this moment. He curled his tail around his son and laid there with him, just allowing there to be stillness and comfort. |
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on Aug 1, 2024 23:47:44 GMT -5
OakstreakMedicine Cat * 95 moons * He/Him * tagged; [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X]--------------------------------------------------------------------- For once Oakstreak let the silence lay between them, and stayed in the closeness of his father's fur. He knew it was pointless now to let this anger continue to rule him. He had gotten his revenge, probably even regretted it just a little. How productive could he have been if he had embraced his natural healing talents, rather than cursing them? He would never know, and dared not to think of it either. He found himself starting to purr as his emotions cooled once more and felt sheepish about his very emotional outburst. This was all very unlike him. "I'm becoming loony in my old age," He lamented out loud, that crotchety tone that he was so known for finally returning.
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Post by ladylantsov on Aug 3, 2024 10:21:21 GMT -5
โI was beginning to pity Silverfern,โ she murmurs in response to her mate, but itโs clear the darker furred Tom has lost her full attention for now. โHer belly was beginning to drag along the floor as she walked,โ Honeyskip had felt closer to badger than she had a cat by the end of her pregnancy, and sheโd been nowhere near Silverfernโs size, cumbersome and sore as the golden queen had been. โI didnโt think she could grow much bigger!โ
But the words are humourless, as flecked with worry as the night sky is with stars. Even as she speaks, her gaze hardly peeling away from the nursery, trying to usher every ounce of her optimism into that small den. That it might wrap the yowling mother-to-be in a layer of protection. โStarClan guide you and your little ones,โ her voice is quiet as a shadow before she looks back to Oriolehop.
Briarstar had been lucky - would their ancestors be so kind a second time around?
The golden molly, now she is sure Silverfern has all the help she needs, is quite eager to get out of camp. Her prayers linger on the air, praying the Stars would be around to hear them, her pawsteps swifter than wind. It doesnโt take long for camp and the kitting to be at their backs, the sprawling mountains their canvas for the day. Honeyskip flares her nostrils, letting the cool mountain air flood her system, soothing the anxiety in her veins.
Talk about it later, of course her mate wouldnโt let sleeping dogs lie. An off comment, something sheโd barely thought about when sheโd said it, had set his brain ablaze. She brushes her shoulder against his, โIf itโs a no, itโs a no,โ she reassured him with a gentle tone, her gaze not meeting his as they journey for the Babbling Brook. โIโm probably too old to be a mother again,โ By most measures, Honeyskip wasnโt an old cat, but ConiferClan warriors saw symptoms of old age younger than most clans. The consequence of the hard lives hey tended to lead.
โStars know we wonโt be struggling for warriors for a while yet,โ Honeyskip chuckles, trying to make it seem like she doesnโt care about it either way. โPerhaps itโs best to let a younger molly have a chance.โ
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Post by ladylantsov on Aug 3, 2024 10:55:42 GMT -5
Please be careful, Greyhawkโs whiskers, practically in spite of the rage of emotion in his chest, twitch with quiet affection for his mate and her worrisome nature. They were warriors, even if it had been moons since this beautiful molly had known hunting or fighting. Even the most careful warriors, the most sure footed and logical, would meet their ends one way or the other. Whether shedding blood after a battle, coughing their lungs up from an illness, or - as highly unlikely as it was, of old age.
So would he, so would she.
How he would begin to survive in a world beyond Goldenchill - if the Stars, in their infinite cruelty, chose to steal her from him before they took him from her, Greyhawk hadnโt yet begun to fathom.
โIโm always careful,โ his words are quiet and as cautious as someone testing their weight on the ice. While it was not quite a lie, but hardly the truth. If nothing else, the storm cloud of a warrior, in both appearance and emotions recently, Greyhawk fought because his claws struck true, and his talent could bring him home. His over-confidence didnโt lead to idiocy, his pride hadnโt fallen into brashness, nor his anger into bloodlust, not yet at least.
He didnโt need his mate to see her clanmates carry his body, bloodied and broken back to camp. Not as Wisteriasnow once had. Heโd rather he was never found, if he did indeed need to die, than allow his beloved to see his corpse, another of her loved ones dead and to be buried.
The cold breeze ruffles the tomโs dark fur, and he fluffs up his coat against its onslaught. Like even the wind was choosing to mock him, while the golden molly reveals news of the Clanโs newest members. Something fractures in the pit of his chest as she answers the question heโd asked, shooting the gun Greyhawk had loaded for himself. By now his heart was so fractured, it must look like a cobweb, more branches than whole.
8 kits in less than a moon, when StarClan hadnโt even been so merciful as to grant them 1.
Greyhawk exhales, holds it till his lungs burn in his chest, hen inhales again. Steadying himself with the cool of it. โIโm pleased for her,โ and it wasnโt a lie that time. He would never wish upon another what he and the molly he loved had been through, not upon the foulest and cruelest, most bloodthirsty of their members. โFour fine little ones for ConiferClan ranks, Iโve no doubt.โ
โAll healthy,โ He murmurs, quieter the second time, almost reassuring himself and his mate both. The air already grew bitter with Leafbareโs ominous shadow, kits born fragile wouldnโt last long, even kits born string could wilt as the season grew crueller and prey harder to find, but theyโd have a better chance at least. โYou and Bucktail must have done well.โ |
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on Aug 4, 2024 14:37:55 GMT -5
BeaverpeltBeaverpelt let out a snorting chortle; the line of laugh only an old, old Tomcat could have. โNow thatwe share.โ He let out a purr as he shared this close moment with his son. โI spend all of my time talking to your mother. Iโm only lucky I havenโt done it out loud yet. Then Iโm sure all our clanmates would know Iโm crazy.โ A cough wracked his body, causing a light flare of pain to pass through his ribs. He shook his head, hoping to send the feeling away. |
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Post by Dew on Aug 7, 2024 17:42:35 GMT -5
Hazelspring
Coniferclan Territory - ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ
Hazelspring paused mid-step, staring at Sunnynose for a moment before looking away. It was for sure a suggestion, but they hadn't done that since they were young warriors! Surely they were to mature for it now.... But a part of me wants to be young again. By no means she was old, no there were plenty of cats that were considered 'old' and she wasn't one of them. Her younger moons had been full of fun and happiness. Hazelspring wanted to be that cat again, the cat that ran alongside Sunnynose, the cat the was carefree, because they had all the time in the world. The cat that didn't feel so... betrayed. Didn't feel so sad about something that in the long run, didn't really matter. "Sure... why not." Hazelspring said, giving in. What else were they to do anyways.
They walked together towards the Monster's Lair. This had been a popular hangout of the pair when they were younger the two daring each other to step into the den. They had made it a sort of game, whoever went farthest won. Hazelspring always lost. The bats' screeches and the aura of danger and fear had always made her run out after only a few pawsteps in, something Sunnynose had always playfully teased her for. She had laughed about it then, but that was different. Besides, Hazelspring had no plans to actually go into the den. Just go to the den. Those were different things. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 12, 2024 17:13:53 GMT -5
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 12, 2024 17:14:30 GMT -5
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