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Post by Feathertalon on May 23, 2024 15:56:47 GMT -5
Rattlepaw ยป
โDo you still think of father?โ
Rippling muscles contracting underneath a pelt of stormy gray. Amber eyes that gleamed like deadly moons. A laugh that was so devoid of warmth that it was bone chilling.
How could she ever forget a warrior such as Flinthawk?
Her relationship with the tomcat had been more positive than what Silentshadow had experienced, not that that was saying much all things considered. Rattlepaw recalled how her father would visit his litter while they lived inside the nursery, how heโd play the role of a kit-hungry wolf that needed to be taken down.
โYour stealth is envious,โ he would tell Silentkit.
โYour bite is as hard as stone,โ heโd praise Rattlekit.
โYour tactics are solid,โ he would purr to Slatekit.
In Rattlepawโs mind he had not been a terrible father. He would pick at her insecurities from time to time, but it was nothing compared to what she had to endure from her mother. Her fatherโs push for perfection out of his kits was nothing compared to what Wisteriasnow had wanted for them. In Flinthawkโs eyes he only had Silentkit to work on, while in Wisteriasnowโs eyes all her kits had something to work toward before she would ever truly love them.
That didnโt mean Rattlepaw had never feared her father. Behind the ever watchful eyes of her Clanmates she had watched her father as he explained to all three of his kits the best ways to kill another cat. She had observed with youthful curiosity as he would take hunting lessons and turn them into morbid displays of how to murder in cold blood. Flinthawk had praised Rattlepaw on her first kill - a small mouse that had edged much too close to camp. Yet his praise had turned to an emotionless chill. Rattlepaw would never forget her father leaning toward her, whispering in her ear that if her first kill had been that clean, no telling how efficient sheโd be able to murder once she was older.
Flinthawk had been found dead not too long after that. Wounds had littered his steely pelt, dried blood decorating his fur. He had looked like a tortoiseshell when the Clan had brought him back for vigil. Rattlepaw had barely recognized her own father that night.
His death had shaken her far more than she had expected it. She knew something had happened to him, something terrible. Flinthawk wouldnโt have been the type to just die, and based on the wounds he had carried, something fierce had broken out. Had it been a predator then there would have been more signs. Had it been natural causes those wounds would not have been littering his corpse. No, whatever had killed her father had been even more heartless than he had been, even more of a cold-blooded killer than he himself had made himself.
And ever since that day Rattlepaw had been terrified that the monster who killed her father would be waiting for her.
โYou killed that mouse cleanly. Iโm excited to see how well you kill when youโre older.โ
If her fatherโs blood truly did run in her veins would she eventually stain the ground with the life force of her Clanmates?
Everyday she thought of her father. She had loved him as much as she had feared him. He had been kind to her, mostly. He had been the parent to show her affection, the parent who had believed in her. Rattlepaw swallowed, her throat dry. โI think of him all the time,โ she admitted. She was acutely aware of how different their upbringings had been. Flinthawk had seen potential in her where he had seen failure in Silentshadow. She had known love where Silentshadow had known hate. Rattlepaw loved their father. Feared him as well. Silentshadow only hated him.
Yet if she had dreamed of tearing her claws into his throat, did that not prove his murderous blood ran thicker inside of Silentshadow than it did Rattlepaw?
Rattlepaw darted her eyes around the forest, checking for shadows, for movement. Nothing caught her attention, nothing but the ruffing of leaves in the wintry wind. They were safe here. Alone. For now.
Did Flinthawk frequent these woods? StarClan was known to appear as flashes and flickers from time to time, but had her father even made it to the stars? โI havenโt heard his voice in so long,โ whispered Rattlepaw. A part of her longed to hear his harsh voice once again, how it had rumbled in his chest like distant thunder. Yet there was another part of her that hoped to never hear his voice again, her ears afraid of listening to those stone-cold words that chilled her to her very core.
Perhaps selfishly, perhaps naive, a question formed in the back of Rattlepawโs throat. Around her sister she had no reason to hold back, and sheepishly she inquired, โHas he said anything about me?โ Did he still see potential in her like he had before his death, or had that been squashed the moment Rattlepaw had given everything up? It was more likely that Silentshadow didnโt know the answer to that, but Rattlepaw needed to know. She needed to hear whether or not their father even still acknowledged her.
Goldenchill ยป
They had been mates for far too long for Goldenchill to not be able to read the subtleties of Greyhawk. She had lay beside the tom much too often for her to not be able to pick up on the silent signals he was giving off. His desire was a great flood that washed over her. His yearning was as loud as a stormโs roar. Only she could sense the conflict welling inside her mateโs heart. She wanted to quell that emotion, wanted to ease her mateโs longing. But she couldnโt. Just as she had failed her mate in giving them a family, she had failed him again in being unable to leave camp.
Too many memories had been shared out there in the mountainous pines. Many had been wonderful, delightful even. There had been just as many bad memories inside camp as there had been good outside, but it was out there where her kits had been buried. It was beyond the walls of camp in which her four tiny children lay, nothing but small bones now. Where there should have been four warriors among ConiferClanโs ranks, there were only four sorrowfully made graves.
Goldenchill feared how she would react if she had to walk by her litterโs final resting place. She was terrified of what would happen if she heard them calling for her from the shadows of Whispering Woods.
Camp was safe. Camp stirred painful longing inside her, but not like the outside would.
Besides, some cat needed to stick around the camp to make sure the apprentices did their duties.
A smile drew itself across Goldenchillโs features. Green eyes sparked with a dash of happiness, a flicker of laughter. She nuzzled into Greyhawk. She was content with the smell of the mountains within his fur. Thatโs all she needed of the outside world. โIt takes the courage of a lion to admit that youโre getting older. Just look at Sorrelsnap,โ the queen mused with laughter, โhe only just retired last moon and Iโm certain itโs only because Eagleswoop wouldnโt stop badgering him about it.โ The poor elder had cursed any other cat who attempted to bring up his advanced age and rapidly declining health. Even though he would listen to his son - not without giving Eagleswoop a few snaps as well - it had come as a surprise to the entire Clan when Briarstar had called for a meeting. Goldenchill had first wondered if Snowpaw was graduating as a warrior early. Her surprise at hearing Sorrelsnap returning had been written all over her face, no doubt about it. The old ginger tom deserved his retirement, but it was clear he wasnโt thrilled about it.
While both Goldenchill and Greyhawk were getting on up there in age, they both had seasons to give yet. Neither were in any rush to make a shared nest within the eldersโ den, though Goldenchill had to admit she once considered retiring early instead of taking up the rank of permanent nursery queen.
Scanning the camp Goldenchill noticed that there were still quite a few warriors out and about. Before long Gingerflame would have the patrols situated, leaving the camp warrior thin. โYou have plenty to pick from. Eagleswoop and Snowpaw could accompany you,โ she suggested with a nod toward the dark brown warrior and his spunky as ever apprentice. โAuburnpaw could probably learn how to tackle hawks as well.โ That would be three cats instead of the two Gingerflame had requested, but surely not even the deputy would mind if Greyhawk used this as a learning opportunity for two apprentices, and two apprentices needed to be watched by two seasoned warriors.
The golden mollyโs ear twitched at her mateโs question. She cocked her head, pushing aside all thoughts of a hawk to make room for her own schedule. What did she plan on doing today? Goldenchill hadnโt thought that far. โWellโฆ I suppose I could check on some of the dens that I know havenโt been tended to recently. Iโm sure the apprenticesโ den could be cleaned. The fresh-kill pile probably needs to be looked through and freshened as well.โ Despite its slim pickings Goldenchill was almost certain that the starling off to the side had been laying there for two sunrises now. No cat needed it to go bad in the middle of camp.
Another idea tickled the back of her mind, a pit opening in her stomach. She glanced away from her mate, expression tightening. โIโd like to check in with Oakstreak at some point as well. Silverfern is so close to kitting, sheโll need herbsโฆโ Raspberry leaves to smooth the kitting, borage to help milk production. Cobweb for bleeding, thyme for shock, feverfew to lower a kitโs fever, rosemary to hide the scent of death โฆ
Stop.
Silverfern would only need raspberry and borage. Her kitting would go swimmingly. She would have a perfect litter nestled along her stomach.
She would have everything that Goldenchill longed for.
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on May 23, 2024 19:41:45 GMT -5
SnowpawApprentice * 11 moons * He/Him * tagged; ladylantsov  --------------------------------------------------------------------- The young, spry apprentice practically leapt into the air as he caught the sight of his mentor's thick dark fur. Snowpaw had that look in his eyes like he couldn't contain a single ounce of his energy any longer, and his mentor's scolding only energized him further."But you always are with Briarstar!" He wasn't fully sure if he should admit to how neglected he had felt since Briarstar had practically locked herself in the leader's den. Of course, he understood his mentor's care for his mate. Duh, he wasn't a kit anymore!"Do you think Rattlepaw will be free to come with us?" Through his apprenticeship, Snowpaw and Rattlepaw had been put on many patrols together. Many cats thought of the she-cat as a sorrowful, quiet cat. He didn't disagree with those things, but he saw so much more within her. What little she let him in on, he found endlessly fascinating. He loved hunting with her the most, always impressed by her techniques. It wasn't a secret that Snowpaw had developed an affection for her, but it seemed that Rattlepaw's head was always too full to notice. "We could bring Briarstar too, so you can keep snuggling her the whole way up the mountain." He was going to get a clawed ear one day if he kept up that talk.
--------------------------------------------------------------------- OakstreakMedicine Cat * 95 moons * He/Him * tagged; Feathertalon --------------------------------------------------------------------- Silence befell them as Oakstreak suddenly began to walk again. He didn't feel like answering such a stupid question at first...was such a dark story worth it? He never fully told Buckpaw much of anything, lest he gain some sense and abandon the medicine den forever. As they reached and fully picked the next patch of herbs, Oakstreak coldly began to speak,"I'll tell you if you carry all of those herbs." His hobbling lead him to immediately begin the final trek to their last destination, knowing if things went well he could earn himself a quick few minutes of rest in the medicine den. "How much do you know about my brother?" He knew Cedarstar had likely still been alive when the cream colored apprentice was born, but the specifics were blurred by the passage of time.
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Post by Dew on May 23, 2024 20:10:43 GMT -5
 Palestream Palestream's eyes glittered with amusement but then turned to sorrow at the mention of Flickerpaw and Harespring, who had both been lost a few moons back. She remembered the way that Burntears had broken down the days following the news, the way that Palestream hadn't even been able to get through. Palestream herself had been through a great loss in her life, her mother, who had died due to complications with kitting, and later her father, who had died fighting a fox on clan territory. Neither she had been extremely close to, but their deaths still made her sad when she thought of them. A mother she never knew and a broken father.
Sensing a change in the conversation, Palestream looked over to where Silverfern was sharing a rabbit with Gingerflame. Her belly was swollen with kits, due in a moon or two, if she remembered correctly. "Yes, kits are always fun! And who knows, maybe I'll get my first apprentice" She exclaimed, turning her gaze back to Burntears. Palestream had yet to have an apprentice, and Burntears had been in the nursery so she hadn't gotten one yet either. "Oh! Maybe if she has two or three, we can be mentors together!" She added, smiling again.
She/Her - Warrior
๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ  Gingerflame Gingerflame watched as Silverfern started on the rabbit, taking short, quick bites before she sat up and pushed it back to him. "Good, good" He said, bending down and taking a bite himself. "You can finish it, I can go out a catch something later" He said, pushing the rabbit back towards the pregnant queen. Gingerflame could imagine how awkward she must feel, with her belly swollen that big. He even heard that kits kicked sometimes! I hope their not kicking her too hard. Gingerflame knew that he could be obnoxious sometimes when talking about his kits, but he couldn't help it! They were going to be his pride and joy, their were going to be little warriors. Or medicine cats.
"Are you tired already?" He teased, catching the yawn Silverfern let out. Gingerflame flicked his tail in her face in a joking manner, then settled down again, still smiling. When he had been younger he hadn't thought that he would be here, deputy of Coniferclan, with a wonderful mate and kits on the way. Yes, when I was younger I had a big ego and thought I would be ruler of the entire mountain by now. But being a repsected warrior was enough for him now, and being deputy was more than enough. When Briarstar had called his name after Cedarstar's death, Gingerflame was pretty sure that his mouth had been hanging open for about one million seasons. Him/Him - Warrior
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on May 23, 2024 20:24:25 GMT -5
BurntearsWarrior * 36 moons * She/Her * tagged; Dew --------------------------------------------------------------------- The weight of being a mentor hadn't fully dawned on the pale she-cat just yet. Just barely still comprehending her transition to warriorhood, having an apprentice to teach seemed rather daunting upon initial consideration. Briarstar would most likely not give her an apprentice for quite some time anyways, as Burntears had been notorious for her lack of motivation. Some cats were shocked she managed to earn her warrior name in the first place. "I would like teaching them how to hunt." She remarked. It couldn't be that much different than motherhood really, she thought. Besides, if she didn't do a good job on any future apprentice she would surely get an earful from their parents. "Do you think if we had apprentices at the same time, they would also be friends? That would be so cute."
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Post by ladylantsov on May 24, 2024 4:54:56 GMT -5
BRIARSTAR
Her whiskers twitched with amusement as she heard an apprentice - apparently one who felt rather neglected right now, began not-so-subtly lamenting for someone to join them on a hunting patrol. The burly she-cat only chuckled as her mate made his excuses, slipping from the den like a shadow in the night. "Soft mousebrain," were the words that followed Eagleswoop from the den, quiet enough for only him to hear, and lilting under the affection in them.
The leader listens till his footsteps have reached the other side of the hollow, then stands up herself. Stretching out each dark-furred limb until taut muscles loosened and little bones cracked, jaws parting in a yawn that revealed sharp, dagger-like fangs, gleaming in the pale morning light. Then she steadily makes her way into camp, poking her large, dark maw through the curtain of ivy. Scanning camp with watchful, amber eyes.
The hour was still early enough that there was only a light, buzz of conversation about the camp. Snores could still be heard from the warrior's den, but she'd leave it to her trusted deputy to rouse any late-rousers. The idea of sleep tugged at her own bones, like an incessant flea she couldn't quite shake from the fur of her flanks. There was something not unlike lead to every pawstep, her own body fighting against her, sleep deprivation slowly taking its toll.
But equally, Briarstar had never been known for her ability to keep still. And her clan needed her.
Even if her kits did too.
The dark molly casts her gaze around camp, searching for accompaniment on the patrol she'd decided to lead. It wasn't often Briarstar was assigned to patrols nowadays, you've more important things to be doing then marking scent borders! Was Gingerflame's frankly incredulous response when she'd queried with him why, she understood the sentiment, even if it did leave life rather boring.
Even her kits disliked her staying still for prolonged periods, kicked up a storm in her stomach whenever she lied down or attempted to find somewhere comfortable. No sleep, hardly anything to eat that wasn't immediately brought back up again. I get it I get it, the molly thinks to herself with a lash of a plumed, dark tail. You require entertainment. Being surrounded by the same four walls of camp was surely enough to drive any cat mad, I know the feeling.
She flickers her gaze at the freshkill pile, finding its offerings meagre. Gingerflame was distracted with his own, very pregnant mate. Kits that would be due half a moon before her own, she believed.
The clan needed prey, Gingerflame was distracted. The molly could go on a hunt, maybe quieten these kits enough to let her snatch an afternoon nap. She might even ponder what her mate had said about revealing this litter.
She could picture his face, lit up with delight when the world finally knew about the secret he'd been so thrilled for for half a moon now.
So the molly sneaks from camp.
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Post by ladylantsov on May 24, 2024 6:01:16 GMT -5
GREYHAWK
"I'd always thought you loved me more than stooping to compare me with that old tom," Greyhawk's whiskers twitch with faux betrayal. "And I'm not fool enough to not recognise when my joints ache more."
"Indeed the most appealing choices," Greyhawk murmurs, gaze flickering across the cats named by his shecat. The warrior was loyal to his clan, but it could not be said he liked much of his clan. His isolated nature gave way to softness only for the shecat at his flank. Eagleswoop who seems so attached to Briarstar at the moment that I'm surprised their pelts haven't knitted together. Or the apprentice given to him as some bizarre grief gift.
If he closes his eyes, allows his mind to wander. He can still see his three daughters, dead the moment they hit the moss. Unresponsive to Oakstreak's desperate attempts to breathe life into them. Then that tiny tom, who's breath rattled in his chest like rocks tumbling down the mountainside. Brightkit had fought as hard as any warrior Greyhawk knew.
But it seemed his sisters needed him more than his parents, as their time together too was cut short.
Greyhawk wouldn't admit it till his dying day, but the warrior visited the gravesite regularly. In the dead of night, when no one was there to watch. He'd let his scent linger there, hoping his kits might recognise it the day they were reunited. There he'd tell them the stories he might have done had they lived, tell them they were loved even though he'd never known them, not really at least. Often he left pretty pebbles, or flowers he'd found on the now level earth, no hints of the bones that lay beneath the surface.
"Briarstar's den is one you can avoid," he speaks mostly to keep himself out of his head. His eyes narrowing, kneading the ground with massive, smoke grey paws. "I wonder if she's had some preminition from StarClan about fleas - she seems to be cleaning her nest out like someone's life depends on it recently."
If he thought to pay attention, he might have recognised the nesting instinct he'd chuckled at his own mate for following seasons ago.
But suddenly, his chest feels heavy, and he forces his breath to even out again. And when he jolts back to a more conscious state, he realises his mate is lost in herself once again. Greyhawk heard the tirade of his mate's thoughts as clearly as though each of them had been said aloud, shouted across the clearing, screamed to the skies. All at once his own vision flashes, shades of red drowning out everything else, his mate's blood, the rush of the medicine cat to stop the bleeding. The tom had been cast from the nursery, Oakstreak too old-fashioned to allow a father to witness the birth of his kits. But when things had begun to go wrong, Greyhawk had been allowed to step into what ought to have been a sacred space. It had not been hello, however, it had been goodbye.
He'd managed to, just about, go maybe a moon without getting lost to the darkness of it all. Then Gingerflame's mate's belly had begun swelling, just as his own mate's once had. It brought back the memories, rushing around him like he was but a mouse on a stone in a river, watching the tides draw closer yet unable to move as the grief washed over him.
But, as always, Goldenchill was his priority.
"You're sure your okay for me to leave today?" He asks, pressing his nose into her ear, he presses his body against hers. Grounding her in the hear and now, "I can ask someone else to head the patrol, love."
Hell, he would have fought the hawk with two paws tied together, and brought her back the carcass if it kept that smile blooming on her face as beautiful as any newleaf rose. |
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Post by aquatail on May 24, 2024 16:08:42 GMT -5
Silverfern
She shut her mouth immediately mid yawn as she heard her mate teasing her. She narrowed her eyes. "Hey! last time I checked i was the one carrying kits!" She said playfully. And then she calmed down with her mates offering. She finished off the rabbit easily and licked her lips contentedly. Soon after she started washing herself with long strokes. She felt extremely uncomfortable and awkward but she kept going. She needed to keep her beautiful fur beautiful. She finished up and wrapped her tail around her mate. "I don't want to keep you any longer, you have other properties as a deputy too" she saw a swish of briarstars tail leaving camp but she said nothing. She twined her tail around his. "I love you" she meowed and with one last loving glance she headed back to the nursery.
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Post by whispering on May 24, 2024 17:26:37 GMT -5
"What?" Silentshadow paused in her pacing, a look of disgust on her face. Was that all her sister took from her dreams? If he talked about her? For a moment, her ears flattened, and she whirled on the Rattlepaw. But the look of desperation and hope that strung across her face stopped her.
She stood, letting her anger ebb away before she closed the distance between the two. The black molly touched her paw to her shoulder, mustering as much sensitivity as possible. "No, Rattlepaw. He- it's not like that. I'm sorry."
Sighing, Silentshadow sat down beside her sister, their pelts brushing. Of course, Rattlepaw wouldn't fully understand. They all shared different views of their father. Her siblings loved them. He hadn't been your ideal father, but he was proud of his kits. Even if he did and said very questionable things, he loved them in his own way. Even if Silentshadow herself never reciprocated that love. A father who saw no wrongdoings did not pair well with a mother who harbored equal hatred for them all.
You sure know how to kill the fun. Her father's growl sounded in her head. He took them all out as apprentices. He would frequently turn their lessons into lessons on how to kill. Three fresh apprentices in a secluded mountain shouldn't have known how to make a clean cut on a live mouse. But nothing stopped Flinthawk and his strong beliefs. We're not supposed to play with our food. Silentshadow pointed out. An exasperated huff of annoyance shut her up for the rest of the trip. And the disapproving look from her mother was no better after Flinthawk reported back to her. She never shared any of her criticisms after that.
And then he died, and she had one less cat to worry about. Her heart had already frosted over, and her warrior ceremony was just moons away. What could Wisteriasnow do to her? Claw her? Well, she had claws, too. She would not live under her parents' shadow forever. So, Silentshadow began to make a name for herself. Flinthawk's training was put to use as she used stealth and cold blood to run down the unsuspecting prey. Quickly, she earned praise for the tactic she made on her own: to become a living shadow. And perhaps she had more to thank to her parents. Maybe she was more like them than she liked. And she hated that about herself.
"He only comes to me in memories. I relive moments that happened moons ago when he would take us out. And when I wake, his scent lingers. But it all just feels so... real." Silentshadow sighed, shaking her head. She couldn't make sense of it.
"I didn't mean to get upset with you. I'm sorry." She apologized again, guilt gnawing at her from the inside out. A parasite. Sometimes, her anger was so much like their mother's that it scared her.
Eagleswoop flicked the tomcat on the nose with his tail, looking back over his shoulder with a sly grin. "You cheeky little rat," His growl rumbled, though the playful glint never left his amber eyes. He was lucky to have such a healthy bond with Snowpaw. He adored his apprentice, even when he was being a brat. "I'm sure you'd love to pad after Rattlepaw, showing off the cool moves I teach you."
He paused, puffing out his chest and mimicking his apprentice's mew, "Ohh, Rattlepaw, watch this. Rattlepaw, Rattlepaw." The tabby chuckled, trotting ahead a few paces if the young tom planned to retaliate against his teasings. But Eagleswoop only teased because he related to Snowpaw. He knew well what it was like to pad after an older she-cat, showing off your best skills to impress her. In the end, it was very worth it. The prize, Briarstar, was his to show off and boast about. Considering how much their bold personalities matched, it was a long game of cat and mouse. But it was a challenge Eagleswoop would take on hundreds of times. If Snowpaw played the game long enough, he could help Rattlepaw come to her senses. Become a warrior along with her siblings. It was a possibility. Nothing else seemed to work with the white-furred molly.
The dark-furred warrior continued to lead them onward, heading toward Scout's Point. He had a skill assessment planned for Snowpaw today, and they would finish with hunting, a battle lesson if they timed it correctly. "Anyway, we won't be seeing much of Rattlepaw or Briarstar for a while. Not until she gets better." It wasn't entirely a lie. Briarstar would be in camp confinement for the next few moons when their kits were born, at least until they were weaned. Rattlepaw's training would be put in someone else's paws unless some miracle occurred and she earned her warrior name. Snowpaw had to prepare for his assessment. Eagleswoop could not handle both, especially for a cat who did not want to be trained.
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on May 24, 2024 17:43:37 GMT -5
SnowpawApprentice * 11 moons * He/Him * tagged; whispering --------------------------------------------------------------------- Snowpaw felt his fur feel blazing hot from the embarassment of his mentor's teasing. He had expected as much, however, used to reaping what he sowed with his words. It was hard for the white tom not to look up to his mentor, it was an excelent mentor-apprentice choice by their leader. As rowdy as Snowpaw could be, he had learned much responsibility and respect for the hardwork of every cat in the clan from Eagleswoop. He playfully batted the air in front of his mentor at the teasing, not even daring to seem slightly serious at even the though of bringing harm to the experienced warrior. His bouncy, bubbly demenor stopped cold as the mention of 'until she gets better.' He lowered his voice to a whisper, smart enough to know his informing of such a thing was a privilege. "Is she okay? I can go change out the moss in her bedding and get my brother to check up on her." As a young cat with not much knowledge on anything in Briarstar's past other than Eagleswoop's probably biased telling, he respected his leader deeply already. He didn't realize how important that might be to Briarstar in the coming moons.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 24, 2024 18:53:11 GMT -5
Buckpaw ยป
Herbs placed back carefully into his jaws, Buckpaw continued on beside Oakstreak, careful to keep up with the older tomโs slower pace. Even if the apprentice could speed up and outpace his mentor with ease, he didnโt want to leave Oakstreak on his own. As capable as he was considering the medicine cat had been getting around on three legs just fine his entire life, Buckpaw wasnโt going to chance something happening to the cat who had agreed to train him.
The question that slipped from Oakstreakโs tongue had Buckpaw blinking in surprise for a moment. His plumy tail twitched - his tail always the first indicator of what was going on in that head of his. Between being an expressive appendage and being fluffier than the rest of his already thick-pelted fur, Buckpaw was certain his mentor was going to name him Bucktail. Some cats would probably think of the name as plain or boring, but Buckpaw honestly adored that name. He could see himself living the rest of his life as Bucktail - it made sense for him to have that name, and deep down, it just felt right. The cream tabby couldnโt think of any other name for himself that fit as well as Bucktail did. Perhaps he would suggest that to Oakstreak at some point within the moon. He couldnโt help but wonder if the old tom already had a named picked out for him, and if so, what was that name? Would the brown tabby reveal the name if he had one picked out, or was Buckpaw going to have to wait until Oakstreak decided he was worthy of his full medicine cat name?
Focus, he inwardly hissed toward himself. The topic wasnโt about his future name, it was about the former leader. Oakstreakโs littermate.
Cedarstar had been leader when Buckpaw had been born. He had been leader when the medicine cat apprentice had been given his apprentice name. Buckpaw and Snowpaw had been the last apprentices Cedarstar had appointed before his sickly death. The brown tabby had been elderly and had been sick for some time before his final life. No cat had been surprised to hear of his passing. That didnโt stop Buckpaw from wondering if he could have done something to help the former leader if only he had been more advanced in his learning at that time. Perhaps if Cedarstar were still here and sick, Buckpaw could use the knowledge he had gained in the last five moons to figure out the tomโs unknown illness and procure a cure for him.
Buckpaw sighed through his jaw full of herbs. It still wasnโt easy knowing that his role of medicine cat meant watching his Clanmates pass on into StarClan just as much as it was his job to prevent that from happening.
Despite the former leader having been alive during Buckpawโs earlier days of life, he didnโt know much about the tomcat. He knew Cedarstar had been Oakstreakโs littermate, and he knew that Cedarstar had been a peaceful leader guiding ConiferClan through an era of good fortune, but beyond that the apprenticeโs knowledge on the leader was thin. โHe let me be your apprentice,โ Buckpaw mewed through the bundle of leaves he held tightly between his teeth. โHe was a good leader from what Iโve heard.โ Perhaps one day Buckpaw would get to speak with Cedarstar among the Whispering Woods; he had only been able to communicate with a small amount of StarClan warriors in his time as medicine cat apprentice, his connection with the ancestors flimsy at times. Buckpaw had never met with a former ConiferClan leader, but he had had the honor of sharing tongues with the Clanโs very first medicine cat - Brookberry - upon his first visit to the Whispering Woods. The memory of meeting with the polite brown tabby still filled Buckpaw with warmth.
Focusing back in on Cedarstar, Buckpaw asked, โWhat was he like before he was sick? Iโm sure you have a lot of stories to tell about him!โ Despite his mentor having been the old leaderโs littermate, Buckpaw didnโt recall hearing Oakstreak talk about Cedarstar much. It didnโt connect in his brain that the two werenโt close - Buckpaw simply assumed all brothers were as close as he was with Snowpaw. They would have been inseparable if not for one training as a healer and the other a warrior.
Buckpaw scanned the nearby surroundings, hoping to recognize a specific spiky shape.
He had some time yet to find that pinecone for Snowpaw before he returned to camp.
Goldenchill ยป
A twitch of the whiskers betrayed the amusement that sparked inside the golden warrior before a whispery laugh slipped from her tongue. It was a quiet sound, barely audible. Only the tom beside her would be able to hear the noise that came from the large molly. A noise that not often came from her. Once upon a time she had laughed almost every day, but now it was hard to elicit such a response. Greyhawk was perhaps the only cat in the Clan that could make the yearning queen portray such emotion.
Goldenchill nuzzled into the large tom, purring ever so softly as her laughter faded. โYou donโt want to be compared to a warrior who served his Clan dutifully and loyally?โ She understood exactly what her mate meant by his words, but Goldenchill couldnโt stop herself from taking a moment to playfully jab back at him. What was mateship without tossing back and forth friendly jabs?
The smile upon the queenโs visage faded, curling into an unreadable expression at the mention of Briarstar and her den. The leader had been cleaning it up quite a lot, hadnโt she? And Eagleswoop had been hovering over her a lot more as of late.
The same hollowed feeling that emptied her guts took ahold of the molly. Her throat tightened with invisible ivy. The feeling she felt when looking at Silverfern washed over her. The emotions she felt moons before when Burntears had been in the nursery crashed into her.
She wasnโt a real mother but that didnโt mean her motherโs intuition was broken.
Briarstar would soon have something far more precious than fleas in her mossy nest.
A low sigh frosted from the queenโs mouth. She should be grateful that she had Greyhawk. Having a devoted mate that had yet to leave her side after everything that had happened should have been enough for her, but the stirring she felt to have a family - a complete family with the pitter patter of tiny paws parading behind her - weighed far too heavily on her soul to shake.
She was thankful for Greyhawkโs familiar rumble of a voice. Even if he wasnโt aware of it he was always able to pull Goldenchill away from the pit of despair she had dug for herself seasons ago. โIโm sure, my dear,โ she murmured, the lilt of an affectionate purr twisting the end of her words. โDonโt ignore your duties for me. Iโll be here when you get back, and when you do, maybe we can share a meal together.โ The two often would settle down together at the end of the day and share a piece of prey or two between one another. Goldenchill would tell Greyhawk what had transpired during her day and he would report back to her on what happened during his. From time to time her mateโs stories would stir an old longing from deep within her, a jolt in her paws that wanted to run through the forest alongside him once more, but her heart refused. How could she go out there when she knew what lay in the ground?
Goldenchill ran her muzzle against Greyhawkโs cheek. โGo on before you lose the warriors you want to bring with you. Cats are starting to leave camp,โ she noted, gesturing with a nod toward the campโs exit as Eagleswoop and Snowpaw made their way out into the territory.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 24, 2024 18:54:31 GMT -5
Rattlepaw ยป
Anger was nothing new to Rattlepaw. She saw that emotion every day, resting deep within the sapphire gaze of her dearest mother. Wisteriasnow had never been anything but angry toward her, and that was nothing new. Anger was just a daily occurrence.
What Rattlepaw wasnโt used to was anger coming from another cat. Least of all from her sister.
During her lifetime Rattlepaw had learned to remain still and stoic when her motherโs rage lashed out at her. Once upon a time she had cowered and whined when Wisteriasnowโs claws or fangs would tear into her flesh, but over the moons she had come to expect her mother lashing out. She had learned that saying and doing nothing would make the punishment go quicker. What she hadnโt learn was how to deal with the anger that Silentshadow harbored within her soul.
A frightened hiss escaped Rattlepaw. Muscles coiled underneath her, tightening underneath her pelt. Blood pumped furiously throughout her veins, the skin against her body growing hot. She had never witnessed her sister spark with such anger before, anger directed toward her.
This scenario had played out many times before, but instead of staring into icy blue eyes she was locked onto fiery amber.
Looking into a gaze so much like her fatherโs yet witnessing the anger of her mother.
Oh, how Silentshadow had so much in common with their parents.
For as long as Rattlepaw could remember she had believed that Silentshadow would never lay a paw on her. Silentshadow had been a safe space for her, the only cat that she could turn to when nobody else wanted her around. But nowโฆ Was she even safe with Silentshadow?
Silentshadowโs touch did not bring steely pain or iron blood. Rather, it held tenderness and forgiveness, yet Rattlepaw still flinched away. Instinct had her pulling away from her sisterโs touch. What would happen if she said the wrong thing again? The fresh wound her mother had given her two days prior fluttered. Would it soon have a sibling?
Weary now. On edge. Rattlepaw kept her distance. She wanted to believe that Silentshadow wouldnโt hurt her, but that anger, that fiercenessโฆ Wisteriasnow lived on in her sister. She lived within them both, but some siblings became more like their parents than others.
Rattlepawโs chest tightened. She hated thinking that about her sister, hated the fact that it was even jumping around in her mind like frantic spiders, but here she was, a seed of doubt planted in her mind. If she couldnโt even trust her own sister, how could she trust any cat?
Running far far away from these mountains sometimes sounded so sweet.
It took a while until Rattlepawโs breathing eased and slowed back into a normal pace. She still didnโt slip back into the comfort of Silentshadowโs frame - continued to stay a few pawsteps away. Rattlepaw wasnโt sure she could lean into her littermateโs embrace just yet. โ...How long has this been happening?โ She asked, voice still a whisper, but now there was more of an edge to it, something quieter than just the lack of using her words with others. A tinge of fear, perhaps. A hint of unease. Silentshadow had apologized and surely meant it, but how many times had she heard her mother apologize only for those words to mean nothing? How many times had she heard somebody tell her they were sorry only for that cat to not mean a single word? Too many times.
She glanced, uncertain, at Silentshadow.
Too many timesโฆ
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Post by ladylantsov on May 24, 2024 19:24:32 GMT -5
GREYHAWK
Toms could be ineffably stupid at times, and for all Greyhawk could read Goldenchill as well as any book, the same could not be said for other cats. Heโd spent moons chasing after this golden beauty, had never had the need to try anything else in his lifetime. As far as he was concerned, and chances were, any other Tom in this clan - Briarstar had just become rather fussy about her nest. And Eagleswoop has always been something of a clingy warrior.
The smoke grey Tom didnโt see any reason to look closer than that.
So while the warrior had clocked that Goldenchill had come to some dorm of realisation in that moment, Greyhawk hadnโt the chance to pause and figure it out for himself. Other catโs business was other catโs business, and while an observant warrior, he knew where it draw a safe line.
That and Goldenchill had moved in at speed.
He nods, โIf youโre sure,โ heโd been granted much grace in camp since his lost, but he understood the need to pull his weight.
Greyhawk didnโt want to leave his mate, not truly. Yet he knew the truth that rang in her words, and knew all to well the guilt his shecat would feel if she thought he was evading his duties for the sake of keeping her company. It was the damndest of two bladed swords. Displeasure paints quite the picture on his face, but he nuzzles his mateโs cheek. โIโll see you later,โ he promises. Staying to sink in her scent a moment more, before padding in the direction of Snowpaw and Eagleswoop.
The two has been distracted in their own conversation, but social cues never having been Greyhawkโs strongest point, the warrior inserts himself with all the gravitas of a stumbling badger. โI spotted a hawk circling the Brook at dawn,โ he explained, tone flat and monotone. โIโm to lead a patrol to check its not built a nest nearby, destroy it if needs be.โ
Just like that, as though a switch has been flipped, any hint of emotion was gone from his voice. Any hint of grief but a memory in his tongue as he speaks now. โWill you two accompany me?โ |
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on May 24, 2024 19:38:33 GMT -5
{ ladylantsov i can have beaverpelt come be an old man talking to a pregnant lady HAHA let me type something up! }
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on May 24, 2024 19:54:23 GMT -5
BeaverpeltBeaverpelt had found it hard to sleep. He was getting older, and as he got older, his old bones couldnโt stand to be still that long. Sometimes he felt if he laid in his nest all night - no matter how cozy or how lazily it was put together by the apprentices - they would never work properly again. So this past night, he had woken early, before much of the clan had, and began a journey.
Not a particularly long one. It had started in the dirtplace, then back into camp for a small rest. After that, he felt like giving his legs a proper stretch. Kittens were on the way - and already so many here - he needed to get ready for the playing and the jumping and the energy they would have. He got up from his respite, stretched his paws out long in front of him, and with a shake of his pelt, he slowly padded up and out of the entrance tunnel.
It felt good to be outside, the breeze ruffling his pelt and wafting forest scents his way. He was grateful for the rest and easier life being an elder provided, but he did miss being out in his territory and putting pawpad to ground in this way. He closed his eyes and purred, reminiscing over his warrior days.
He had only made it a few taillengths from the entrance when he noticed movement behind him. He turned around and peered back at the tunnel (being an elder also meant you could be more nosy, which Beaverpelt enjoyed). When Briarstar exited the tunnel, he began to pad towards her, tail held high, friendly and inviting. โGood morning, Briarstar,โ the greeting rumbled deep in his throat. โGetting an early start to your day too?โ He joked, bowing his head to his leader to show he meant no harm, only the teasing of an elder cat. |
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on May 24, 2024 20:18:40 GMT -5
OakstreakMedicine Cat * 95 moons * He/Him * tagged; Feathertalon  --------------------------------------------------------------------- "He and I were much like you and Snowpaw, once." The old cat started as he hobbled. His green eyes glazed over as he envisioned his youth once more. This young cat wouldn't be his apprentice much longer, and he might as well release his version of events to some cat. Oakstreak would adamantly deny any like of the young cream tom, but it was the truth that Buckpaw had been practically the only cat other than his brother to ever enjoy being around the grouchy medicine cat. Somwhow. "Our mother often remarked how we were inseparable as kits. As apprentices we were still very close until..." He fell silent as his phantom leg itched, almost able to remember how it felt as it was stolen from him. "He promised he would always be by my side. Like a fool, I believed him. It turned out, he cared more for his own training than he did about watching over his own brother. We were supposed to hunt together, the day the wolf came. The day I lost any chance at my future. All of my plans of fighting by his side, my dreams of impressing the young she-cat who we grew up along side...all destroyed in an instant. Our leader at the time made me a medicine cat apprentice, against my own pleas...my brother did not help me plead my case. He also won the heart of that very same she-cat I loved. After all, what kind of life could a tom sworn to celibacy give her? Especially since I was also a cripple." He spat coldly,"The day he died, I finally felt like I could be in control of my own mind again. I no longer had a walking reminder of everything that was taken from me. All I could think during the vigi for his death...was how I no longer had the feeling of a boulder in my heart."
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Post by ladylantsov on May 25, 2024 8:03:11 GMT -5
BRIARSTAR
The moment she was beyond the walls of camp, itโs like a world of worry floods from her system. Briarstar lifts her muzzle to the sky, inhaling deeply. Allowing the mountain air scents to flood through her, the familiarity of it putting her at ease in an instant. The exhaustion that felt bone deep at times, was suddenly gone, the weight of keeping this a secret from those she ought to trust the most, but a distant memory. This was the place sheโd known as home as long as she has lived, there was hardly a square inch of these mountains she didnโt know. A cold wind wraps around her, but she welcomes it rather than flinching at the biting cool. Like nature had chosen to sing for her that morning.
In her belly, her kits stir restlessly, like they too recognise the beauty of the home that might one day inherit. Briarstar rolls her eyes, it seemed a vicious form of karma that sheโd bear kits allergic to sleep. Itโll be yours one day, little ones. She muses, even her kits longed to be beyond the confines of Camp, it was mountain blood that ran through their veins after all. But I intend to ensure peace rules again before these territories are yours to explore.
Had it not been for the surprise of being elected deputy following Flinthawkโs death, and how agonisingly quickly Cedarstar had followed his previous deputy to the stars, Briarwhistle would have left the clan some moons ago. Self-implemented punishment for her part in the deputyโs death, even if it had been self-defence. Sheโd woken to discover Flinthawkโs body, horrifically battered by the battle that had stolen his life, had been found despite her best efforts to leave it for a wolf pack or bear to find and devour. Sheโd had every intention of leaving the morning after his vigil, her last gift to a Tom sheโd come to despise. Sure her mate would be heartbroken, but a Tom like Eagleswoop would hardly need to look far for someone to replace her.
He would find happiness again easily enough.
The words โBriarwhistle will succeed him,โ echo in her mind even all these moons later.
Now she had nine lives, and her belly swelled with several more. Life had become far more complicated than sheโd ever expected of it.
Briarstar lifts her head at the sound of a voice, and recognises the cinnamon brown pelt of one of the clanโs elders immediately. One she knew best for his ability to chat the pelt off a squirrel. Still, the tom is her elder, so she dips her head in greeting as he pads in her direction. โGood morning, Beaverpelt,โ she meows, her tone is quite neutral, no hint of any frustration that her peace, her solitude has been disturbed. Both were privileges hardly afforded to the leader of a clan. โIโd expect you of all cats know that Clan life never stops, even when itโs early.โ
The massive molly cranes her neck back in the direction of the campโs entrance. โIt would seem a certain deputy is too besotted by his kits to be,โ her whiskers twitch with slight amusement, โto realise likelihood is they will also need feeding.โ It wasnโt criticism, her criticism had a far more biting tone. This had something more alike simple observance to it, perhaps the slightest hint of sympathy to it. There was hardly a cat in camp who didnโt know just how excited Gingerflame was about becoming a father again. The very subtle grin that blossoms on her scarred maw could easily be interpreted as happiness for her friend, not that she is picturing her own mateโs response when she finally lets him announce her own secret.
Briarstarโs face returns to its customary, stony unreadability almost as soon as the smile had sparked to life. โI thought Iโd get a hunt done before my warriors begin plotting a mutiny from hunger.โ She muses, a part truth. wanted to be alone with her own thoughts, but Beaverpelt doesnโt need to know that. โWould you like to accompany me, see how good your muscle memory is?โ |
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Post by Dew on May 25, 2024 9:06:39 GMT -5
Palestream Palestream nodded at Burntear's words, agreeing. "That would be fun!" Her favorite skill was hunting, and probably one of the more important things to learn when you lived here. There wasn't much to fight, and although it was a useful skill to have if you happened to run into a wolf or a fox, fighting would probably not get you any prey in the middle of leafbare. Palestream loved hunting in the snow, happy to have an opportunity to use her lightly colored pelt to her advantage.
"I feel like they should be! We spend lots of time together, so why wouldn't they? We could train together and bond together, and when they get their warrior names, we would cheer the loudest" Palestream said, smiling again. There wasn't even a one hundred percent chance that when the kits came, they would both be mentors, but it would still be cute if they were. And Palestream felt confident that if one of them got one vs. the other, they would still be happy either way. She glanced around camp, only to see that most cats were up and getting ready for the day. "I bet Gingerflame is going to assign patrols soon, I hope I get to go on one," she said, standing up and arching her back in a stretch.
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๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ Gingerflame Gingerflame laughed as Silverfern shut her mouth reflexively, and he swished his tail back and forth with contentment. "You are, and you are doing a very good job of it," he said, smiling. Soon his kits would come, and there would be tiny furrballs running around camp. Gingerflame couldn't wait to see the day. They sat in silence as Silverfern finished off her rabbit, licking her lips and then starting her grooming routine. "I love you too, Silverfern," They twined tails, and then she started back to the nursery, leaving him. Let's get started with patrols now, shall we?
He had now spent all morning thinking about who to lead what patrols, and with Greyhawk leaving camp with Eagleswoop and Snowpaw, that left still quite a few cats around for him to send out. Gingerflame found the first cat he saw, padding over to her. "Wisteriasnow, good morning, I was wondering if you would take a patrol with two other warriors out to Scout's Point? We need to re-mark the borders," he asked. Wisteriasnow could go out with two other warriors, he could take Owlpaw out, maybe for some hunting. Then he could send out another hunting patrol in the opposite direction that he and Owlpaw were going to take, then let the others to their own devices.
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on May 25, 2024 19:05:23 GMT -5
BeaverpeltBeaverpeltโs tail twitched with good-natured nostalgia at Briarstarโs statement. โOh yes, Iโve been on enough dawn patrols to know that the Clan truly never sleeps. Especially with the young cats, too full of fervor for their roles as warriors or apprentices to let themselves rest.โ He had been one of those cats once. While not ambitious - he was not one of those apprentices that proclaimed they would be leader one day - the newness of apprentice and warriorhood had been like a shockwave through his system, giving him what seemed like endless energy to hunt and patrol and keep his Clan provided for. Now in his old age, he was happy to be the one being cared for.
Beaverpelt purred at the mention of kits, his wide eyes shutting as he felt the purr vibrate through his whole body. โThere is nothing like being a father,โ he meowed wistfully, opening his eyes to see the flash of amusement cross Briarstarโs face. โOf course, being a mother is important and beautiful in its own right.โ He said quickly, acknowledging the hard work his own mate had done to bring their own kits into the world. โBut to witness it from the outside, and know all you can do is stand by and be there for your mate and kits, itโs special.โ He remarked. โFeeding them should also be top priority. Donโt feed the poor monsters and theyโll knaw your tail off.โ He chortled out the last sentence.
Beaverpelt contemplated Briarstarโs offer. Their leader was not a cheery, extroverted cat - not that sheโs rude, Beaverpelt corrected himself. He knew she was a warrior to the T, fierce and battle-ready, preferring the focus of warrior duties to the lull of elderโs gossip. And so Beaverpelt was flattered. โAll right,โ He said, giving his tail a wag. โLetโs get these old bones back into warrior condition.โ He purred, unsheathing his claws to give them a much-needed stretch. โLead the way, Briarstar.โ |
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Post by ladylantsov on May 25, 2024 19:45:39 GMT -5
BRIARSTAR
The molly shows an uncharacteristic patience as she listens, slightly glazed over eyes, to Beaverpelt chatter. Doing nothing to dissuade her notions that once a warrior hits a certain age, what they lose in mobility and warrior prowess, they make up for in chattiness. But she listens with only twitch of her whiskers to show her amusement, this Tom had been fighting for his clan before she had even been born. He deserved her respect, and Briarstarโs respect was a hard earned thing at the best of times.
We might just invent an entirely new hunting technique at this point, she considers half way through his explanation on the wonders of fatherhood. Talking squirrels to death. If she stole a skyward glance and wondered what her chances were of getting a hunt done before sunhigh - or these kits were due for that matter, Beaverpelt would need to forgive her.
It couldnโt be said that she ignored the elder entirely, she considered his words, absorbed them. Eagleswoop had requested she seek the advise of other parents in the clan - especially given sheโd been orphaned at a young age, and raised by what could be described as, at best, an indifferent mother. What Beaverpelt expounds wasnโt advice, it was sentimentality.
Her whiskers twitch with soft amusement, Beaverpelt sounded so much like the excitement she heard from Eagleswoop as he prepared to become a father. Excited to raise little ones with her. โGingerflame will be a fine father,โ she concedes, the slightest hint of affection in her tone. โand I am thankful to Silverfern for giving this clan new warriors.โ She interjected her thoughts at appropriate times, realising quickly this elder would keep talking whether she had input or not.
Starclan knew Briarstar wasnโt as far along in her pregnancy, and was already finding it to border on exhausting. Before conceiving kits herself, the leader had never paid much thought to the sacrifice of it all, bearing kits into the clan, she knew kitting was difficult - even dangerous in the case of her own mother, and poor, sweet Goldenchill. Briarstar had 9 lives to draw on, her little ones werenโt so fortunate.
โYou were a good father to some fine ConiferClan warriors,โ praise from Briarstar was a rare thing, something to make even the proudest warrior puff out their chest. The leader hid her emotion well, thinking about her own kits with every word from the elder, even though no hint of it flickered to he surface on her dark furred face.
She cares for her clan, even if her ways of showing it were subtle, and largely something she kept to herself.
When he comes back up for breath, telling her to lead the way, Briarstar snaps to attention once more and lifts onto her paws. Setting a pace comfortable for an aged elder and pregnant Queen both, though overtly for Beaverpeltโs benefit. โI was planning on heading toward the whispering woods,โ she explains with a twitch of her tail. |
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on May 25, 2024 20:08:52 GMT -5
BeaverpeltBeaverpelt didnโt notice Briarstarโs boredom. He had once been very adept at noticing those things in a cat, using them in his training of apprentices. It helped to fine tune your training as best you could to each particular cat, he had learned. He had gotten quicker results that way, and his apprentices grew into good warriors with the help of a strong mentor-apprentice bond. But now he was old, and his skills of perception had petrified. He preferred to play with the kits now. They just wanted to pounce on his tail and hear stories.
โVery important to breathe new life into the Clan,โ he murmured. โAnd Gingerflame will be a great role model to his kits, especially as deputy.โ
Beaverpelt purred in delight at Briarstarโs praise. Even though he was an elder and it was a polite thing to say, he liked hearing it. He had loved being a father, and seeing the evidence of his former kits - now warriors - succeed in their clan was all he could have wanted. He licked a paw and dragged it over one of his ears, a bashful thank you. โIโm very proud of them.โ He said resolutely. He was sure their mother was too.
Beaverpeltโs eyes sparkled at the mention of the whispering woods. โAh, an exciting place to hunt today.โ He mused, mostly to himself than anything else. โHoping to hear something as well as hunt something?โ Although Iโm sure weโll hear nothing beyond prey noises then my aching jointsโฆ or who Beaverpeltโs mate is or his kits } |
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Post by ladylantsov on May 25, 2024 20:57:10 GMT -5
BRIARSTAR
Hearing a little peace and quiet would truly make my day, Briarstar kept the remark to herself as the pair walk shoulder to shoulder. At this point her belly was only visible to a close observer, and even then you could easily push it aside as a recent hearty meal. Briarstar was a large cat, her musculature disguised her slightly rounded belly easily. However, it wouldnโt keep her safe for much longer.
So for now she simply enjoyed still performing her duties, even if she was followed by a songbird every step she took.
I wouldnโt dislike hearing from Cedarstar, she supposed, swallowing past the lump even the thought of his name brought too mind. In the only handful of moons that had passed since the previous leaderโs death, sheโd often looked up to the skies. Wondered if the Tom sat and watched, regretted the choices he had made now he knew the full truth of it.
โSome reassurance about litters to come would be nice, I suppose.โ She mused, leaping with ease up the rockier terrain that lead towards the thicker parts of their mountainโs woodlands. Pausing to allow the older, achier Tom to keep pace without needing to request it of her. A nosier cat might notice that she didnโt specifically refer to Silverfernโs kittens.
The scar of poor Goldenchillโs litter was still an ugly scar for many of the clan even seasons, and several litters later. Always fearing that tragedy might happen again.
For all the nonchalance Briarstar showed Eagleswoop about becoming a mother, there was a part of her that was terrified of losing these kits.
โThe season is uncharacteristically bitter, maybe some reassurance that leafbare wonโt be too cruel on us, or at least that weโll find our way through it mostly unharmed.โ When most cats spoke of what they wished to hear in the mysterious woods they called home, the majority spoke of loved ones whoโd past on that they wished to hear from, close friends, family members, kits or mates whoโd left he clan for the other side.
Briarstar, orphaned young and truly close to only a small handful of cats, had a far more clinical approach to it.
Finally the air became cooler as they ascended higher up the territory, open plains becoming closed by thicker and thicker canopies overhead. Even a few foxlengths into this part of the territory, the very first hums of cats long past were audible. So deep was the clanโs presence in this world.
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on May 25, 2024 21:17:29 GMT -5
BurntearsWarrior * 36 moons * She/Her * tagged; Dew  --------------------------------------------------------------------- The pale furred she-cat tried to think desperately of a time when she longed for being on a patrol, to match her friend's enthusiasm. Nothing came to mind. The only things she remembered that she liked was sharing prey with friends and her former mate. She dug her claws just barely into the dirt in slight frustration, but not even a whisper of it came across her face. "I hope you get one too. I'll be lucky if I get to hunt." Sometimes she wondered if she had the soul of a kittypet trapped in a clan cat's body. Her interests were so vastly different from everyone around her. "I want to catch a squirrel, like in my dream! I bet Silverfern would appreciate a nice fat squirrel." Maybe that was it, she wondered, being a great hunter to make sure no kits or queens went hungry. It seemed like a good thought...and if she did well, she could reward herself by playing in the leaves a bit later.
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Post by aquatail on May 25, 2024 22:24:24 GMT -5
Hehe I love briarstars reaction to beaverpelts chatter.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 26, 2024 18:07:05 GMT -5
Goldenchill ยป
with - - @ open
While it would be nice to push aside duties and spend the entire day next to Greyhawkโs side, Goldenchill was well aware of the work they needed to get done. And unfortunately that work had to be separate. Like the loyal warrior that he was, Greyhawk had to go out and save the Clan from a potentially threatening hawk. It wasnโt often that a bird of prey was a danger to Clan cats - oftentimes a cat weighed much more than the bird ever did - but with mothers harboring kits within the plumpness of their stomachs every predator needed to be taken seriously. The Clan needed their kits to be safe. The Clan didnโt need anymore tiny lives buried into the ground.
While not as important as taking down a hawk, Goldenchill knew that the camp needed to be tidied up. Again her thoughts turned to the starling that had surely been dead for a few days now. The cold weather was keeping the bird from rapidly decaying, but it wasnโt a permanent solution. Sheโd have to dispose of it, perhaps find a warrior and ask if they wouldnโt mind taking the starling away from camp and burying it somewhere. A simple enough task, she didnโt think any Clanmate of hers would say no. She even had half a mind to ask if Sorrelsnap would be willing to carry out such a favor; she was certain the ginger and white tabby wouldnโt give up a chance to stretch his legs outside camp.
With one last parting nudge, Goldenchill felt the warmth of her mate dissipate. She fluffed out her fur, trapping in what little was left of Greyhawkโs parting body heat.
Green eyes watched in silence as her mate padded away and slipped out of camp. Would her heart ever allow her to follow the mighty warrior outside of camp again? Paws flexed against the ground. Maybe one day.
Maybe one day.
Knowing sheโd be reunited with her mate upon his return later in the day, Goldenchill allowed her concentration to focus on her own tasks at paw. She headed toward the fresh-kill pile with a steady pace. Freshening up the prey would be a fine way to start her chores, and once she was finished there sheโd check in on the apprenticesโ den to see if it needed any tidying as well.
Buckpaw ยป
With eager ears did Buckpaw listen to what his mentor had to say. It wasnโt very often that Oakstreak opened up about his own life. Every now and then Buckpaw would get glimpses of his mentorโs past, how he had longed to be a warrior, how a wolf had snatched away those dreams along with his leg. He knew of Oakstreakโs mighty brother, a leader who held ConiferClan together for many many seasons. Yet while Buckpaw knew the basics about his mentor, he knew nothing about the deeper aspects. His paws had dipped into the shallows, but further into the tide was where he had been dropped off and swept away into the watery darkness. For once Oakstreak was giving him a helping paw, keeping him afloat as he drifted into the deep end.
Buckpaw remained silent, a quietness that was rather unlike the young tom. He had always been the type to interject during stories and ask questions or made comments as they came to him, but something was telling him to keep his words to himself for now lest he cut Oakstreakโs story short. Perhaps he was silently being guided by a StarClan warrior telling him to keep his voice to himself.
Oakstreak and Cedarstar had once been close. Once. He pondered, a flash of wonder striking through his mind, how siblings could be pulled apart. A canyon would never stand between Buckpaw and Snowpaw. They would always have one another, Buckpaw had no doubt in that.
Copper eyes looked at Oakstreak. Was that how he had once viewed his relationship with Cedarstar? No canyons between the two of them?
Buckpawโs jaws tightened around the clump of herbs he carried. Suddenly it felt all the more important to find a pinecone for Snowpaw.
Two questions formed in the forefront of Buckpawโs mind. One - how could a molly get between the bond of two brothers? Despite his youth Buckpaw had never been roused by the presence of a molly, or even another tom for that matter. The prospect of romance had never concerned him, and even now he had no inclination to pad after another cat in the hopes of forming a romantic relationship. He was well aware of his brotherโs yearning for Rattlepaw, but even if a relationship formed between Snowpaw and the older apprentice, Buckpaw would still be just as close to his littermate as they had always been. Budding romance couldnโt break their bond.
Two - how could a leader push a young cat into doing something they didnโt want to do? Sure, Oakstreak had more difficulties than other cats due to his missing a leg, but it wasnโt as if his disability hindered him that much. Oakstreak having a hard time getting around now was only due to age. Surely he still could have been made a warrior.
Once he was sure Oakstreak had finished speaking, Buckpaw piped up. He placed the herbs carefully into the corner of his jaws, holding onto them while giving himself more area to talk. โThank you for sharing this with me,โ he mewed honestly. It wasnโt often that he got a chance to enter Oakstreakโs temperamental mind. Swift paws moved him closer to the brown tabby, cream fur soon intermingling with the darker hues. Buckpaw wasnโt about to let his mentor struggle anymore than was necessary. โI wish you got to be a warrior, Oakstreak. I mean, Iโm really happy that Iโm your apprentice, but I know youโd be happier if you werenโt a medicine cat. What would you do if you got to be a warrior if only for just a day?โ Inquisitive eyes burned into his mentor as he asked the question. Naive as he was, Buckpaw had to wonder if Oakstreak would be happy being a warrior for a day or if it would only make things worse for him - getting a taste of what he craved for so long only to have it taken away from him all over again.
Brows squinting with thought, Buckpaw waited for the old tomโs response. If that was something Oakstreak liked the sound of then perhaps Buckpaw would speak with Snowpaw and together the two could come up with something. Buckpaw could have his brother talk to Eagleswoop and then in turn Eagleswoop could speak with Briarstar. If Buckpaw, Snowpaw, and Eagleswoop asked nicely, then maybe the leader would allow Oakstreak a day of being a warrior.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 26, 2024 18:07:26 GMT -5
Wisteriasnow ยป
Morning had come slowly. Darkness lingered even as pale streams danced across the sky. Birdsong lackadaisical drifted into the air, the world around the peaceful camp finally coming to life. The sun had peeked its golden rays out of the void of night, yet warmth did not follow. Leaf-bare was far too close for there to be any semblance of heat.
Leaf-bare was far too close for idling around camp. Blue eyes focused on the thick ginger pelt of the tomcat known as Gingerflame, the ConiferClanโs deputy. His mateโs silver pelt ruffled beside him. Wisteriasnow narrowed her eyes. Regardless of if Silverfern was expecting kits, it was the deputyโs first duty of the day to assign patrols.
The pointed molly huffed quietly to herself. Even when she had been round with kits her mate had focused on patrols first. Flinthawk had been a much better deputy than the two that had come after him.
A dark shadow drifted across camp, a mere ghost.
Wisteriasnow turned, eyes scanning over the great form of ConiferClanโs leader. If a deputy wasnโt going their job then the leader needed to reprimand them, yet Briarstar wouldnโt do that. Why would she? Sheโd rather be cooped away with Eagleswoop doting on her. She turned her gaze away from the leader, eyes rolling. Did the great cats in power only care for their mates? Flinthawk had cared for her, but he at least had enough sense to carry out his duties first. He wouldnโt have allowed his deputy to moon over their mate. Oh, how wonderful a leader he would have made. He wasnโt perfect by any means of the word, but his leadership would have been littered with accomplishments.
Pawsteps vibrating against the ground mere mouse-lengths away from her grabbed the mollyโs attention. Darkened ears swiveled toward the noise in acknowledgement, followed by a twist of the warriorโs head to catch a glimpse of who was passing her way. Was it truly Gingerflame finally coming to begin his deputy duties? Perhaps he wasnโt as mouse-brained as Wisteriasnow believed, but she still wasnโt pleased by his behavior.
A warm smile pulled at her lips as she greeted the ginger tom, dipping her head in a signal of respect. โIโd be delighted to,โ she mewed, already going over the list of warriors that had yet to leave the camp for the morning. Eagleswoop and Snowpaw were out of the picture, as was Greyhawk. She contemplated the idea of asking the deputy for three extra cats at her side instead of two, but that idea faded away just as quickly as it had appeared. Taking all three of her kits along for a patrol would surely be the end of her - Silentshadow refused to speak, Rattlepaw was, well, Rattlepaw, and Slatestorm was much too impulsive. Thoughโฆ
A sharp gaze scanned the camp once more. A pair of mollies were gossiping in the midst of camp, and farther off in a darkened corner sat an all too familiar tom.
Wisteriasnow lifted her tail as a decision burrowed into her mind. โIโll be taking Slatestorm and Palstream with me,โ she informed the deputy politely. With one more nod toward the ginger tom she turned and padded off, walking toward the pair of Burntears and Palestream; the two mollies were rather close friends, and based on their bird-like chittering, the two had no plans for the day. Wisteriasnow had no problem breaking them up for the sake of a patrol. โPalestream, youโre to accompany me and Slatestorm for a border patrol. Meet me at the campโs exit.โ A momentary look was cast toward Burntears before Wisteriasnow slipped away and headed toward her son. This patrol would give her a chance to assess his skills, to test and see if his impulses had been curbed. If he had improved, then sheโd be quite surprised. Already the tomcatโs mother felt he would disappoint her.
In the midst of camp the pointed warrior displayed to her son a sign of affection. Purring she leaned forward and nudged into the tomcatโs thick gray pelt. โGingerflame wants us on patrol.โ Wisteriasnow remained beside her son a moment longer before pulling away. She gazed upon him with a level expression, neither good nor bad. Gesturing with her pale gray tail for him to follow, Wisteriasnow made her way to the campโs exit, prepared to meet up with Palestream and get this patrol going. Night fell quicker in the season of leaf-bare, and Wisteriasnow wanted to make the most out of what little daylight they received.
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on May 26, 2024 18:54:19 GMT -5
OakstreakMedicine Cat * 95 moons * He/Him * tagged; Feathertalon--------------------------------------------------------------------- If it weren't for the young cat holding him up, Oakstreak might have fallen over. What a question. How was this little one always so positive? He swore that after every stone Oakstreak had thrown this young cat's way over the years had only resulted in further adoration. It disgusted him...for the most part. He seemed to hate everything about how this young cat would be everything he never could have been. When he actually considered it, the flash of white and black fur from a she-cat long ago played in his mind. He remembered her, playfighting with him. Oakpaw. Not Cedarpaw, him. He remembered when she was young and happy, when she could have been his. The beautiful memory was quickly tainted with the echoes of her screams of pain, his desperate attempts to staunch her bleeding. Feeling useless. Hating the life he had even more. Despite being really good at his job, the only cat he had ever regretted losing was what he always thought about every time he heard the telltale cries of a queen. He had refused to let a queen die from kitting ever since, and had succeeded. Kits were much more unpredictable, but more could be made. She was irreplaceable. Cedarstar took her from him twice, and that was why he smiled while stuffing every rabbit with deathberries. Why he seemed so satisfied as the deputy of the past had taken the prey to the leader just as instructed. His brother was so stupid to not even check. To trust so many cats around him blindly. "If I could be a warrior...for one day...I would want to do things that are impossible now. I would have laid down my life for a leader, a brother, and a she-cat who are all long gone now. My only desire is to die peacefully in the elder's den with the little kin I have left." His voice was cold as the visions of a world, of a mate, of kits, of an unbreakable brotherly bond all faded in the wind in front of him. "Quickly, let's get this over with in case we are needed back at camp."
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Post by ladylantsov on May 26, 2024 19:08:39 GMT -5
||ipad is dead so forgive me for really ugly no-coding response
Feathertalon || Wisteriasnow
Starclan how Slatestorm longed for the days his father had been deputy, when the clan had been run like a well oiled machine. In the days of Flinthawkโs reign hunting patrols would have been sent out hours ago, this early into leaf fall there was no excuse why the fresh kill pile should be in such a, frankly, pitiful state. With the options spanning a several days-old starling, and a handful of mice hardly fit enough to feed a moon old kitten to feeling full. Slatestorm had yet to take his breakfast, well earned given heโd spent the dusk hours picking his way through the lower foothills of their territory, patrolling the low lying borders.
A flicker of a bored gaze catches sight of the large, ginger furred warrior, to whom organising patrols always seemed like little more than an afterthought. More fool on Briarstar for trusting that mouse brain with such an important role. Considering how Gingerflame doted on his shecat, as far as Slatestorm was concerned the deputy would have been far better suited in the role of nursery queen than he was deputy. Theyโll only have themselves to blame when weโre ill prepared for Leafbare, and his miserable little kits starve.
His whiskers twitch, but otherwise there are no signs of the frustrations that cling to him like nightโs heavy cloak.
The warrior is his motherโs son - after all. Well versed in her skills of keeping any emotion under careful concealment. But while his motherโs mask was something sweet, something motherly, his own was more akin to bored indifference.
He knew well the bristling fury that lay beneath his motherโs facade, even though she kept so carefully groomed, rarely fracturing. Only he and his sisters had ever been truly privy to it. Speaking of, he cast his dark gaze back in the direction of where the black and silver silhouettes of his sisters were hunched, whispering. His ears strain but inevitably canโt pick up on the tone of their conversation.
Really, gossiping, at this hour? Heโd like to say he thought better of them, but it would be a blatant lie.
Pawsteps, quiet as a shadow even on the leaf litter of the campโs hollow, draw Slatestormโs attention back to the hear and now. Where his mother is approaching him, her large eyes that strange blend of expectancy yet already knowing the answer.
Wisteriasnow had trained her kittens well - none of the three could refuse her. Though not out of sentimentality or the kindness of their hearts.
Border patrol.
The Tom had half a mind to hiss that heโd already spent half the night traipsing across the steeps of ConiferClanโs mountains. And the least he deserved was to bask in the sun a little longer, rest weary bones until sun high when the cool didnโt settle quite so deep.
In bones fractured and muscles made sore by his parents brutal regime, their efforts to carve perfect soldiers, their standards always too high.
He wants to say no, an aching body pleads with him to. But he knows the consequences that will fall if he dares to refuse her. Maybe not now, but she was as likely to forget as he was to sprout a lovely pair of wings.
So Slatestorm nods wordlessly, and follows his mother toward camps exit. Head held high, the very tip of his tail flicking.
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Post by aquatail on May 27, 2024 0:45:03 GMT -5
Oh my god I love copper and orchids photos โค๏ธ so adorable
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Post by Dew on May 27, 2024 10:26:45 GMT -5
Palestream Palestream noticed that Gingerflame had gotten up and was now padding over to Wisteriasnow, sharing a few words with the older she-cat. Burntears voice brought her back to the conversation that they were sharing, and Palestream smiled at Burntears enthusiasm. "I bet she would! I remember when you were always hungry when you were pregnant with your kits," She laughed lightly. Now that she really thought about it though, Burntears was right. Silverfern was close to kitting, maybe a quarter or half-moon away, and they would need to stock up on prey so the kits and the queen could be fed.
She was about to open her mouth to say something else, but the imposing figure of Wisteriasnow now stood over the two. "Of course, I'll meet you there in just a second," Palestream said, dipping her head to the senior warrior. "Well, it seems that I have to go. See you later Burntears," she said in farewell, getting to her paws and heading over to the camp's exit.
Palestream was joined shortly by the pair of Slatestorm and Wisteriasnow, mother and son. They both weren't the friendliest of cats, and something about the older molly scared her a little, although she would never admit it to anycat. "Where are we going?" Palestream questioned, greeting the two warriors as they came closer.
She/Her - Warrior
๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ , Feathertalon , ladylantsov Gingerflame Now that that patrol had been set, Gingerflame needed to get a hunting patrol together then go out with Owlpaw. By tonight hopefully the fresh-kill pile will be well stocked, and everycat could have something to eat. So, Eagleswoop, Snowpaw, and Greyhawk have gone on the hawk patrol. Wisteriasnow, Palestream and Slatestorm have gone on the border patrol... let's see who we have left.
Gingerflame padded over to where Burntears was sitting, alone now that Palestream had left. "Hello Burntears, could you take a hunting patrol to the Brook? I was thinking you could take one or two other cats with you," he said. Gingerflame knew that she was still adjusting to the life of a warrior after being a queen for quite a few moons. Hopefully going hunting with a few of her clanmates would help. Him/Him - Warrior
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on May 27, 2024 12:43:04 GMT -5
BurntearsWarrior * 36 moons * She/Her * tagged; Dew sand --------------------------------------------------------------------- Burntears instinctively fliched at Wisteriasnow's presence, wearily meowing back to her friend,"Have fun!"/font] She looked at her paws as she shuffled them. She had secretly been hoping to sneak away for a nap, but disappointment filled her belly as she saw the deputy striding over. She wondered if she was going to get scolded for goofing off again, but was pleasantly surprised at his words. "Oh! Um...yes, of course Gingerflame!" Everything in her wanted to purr a hearty congratulations to him on fatherhood, even though she had said the same thing to him a million times since his mate announced her pregnancy. She dipped her head respectfully at the large red tom before looking around. She noticed Auburnpaw, mentorless, and Oriolehop by himself. She figured they both would appreciate a hunt. She made her way to the young apprentice first,"Good morning, Auburnpaw! Would you like to come with me on a hunting patrol?" The young cat made her heart fill with joy, remembering the days of when the young cat was even smaller. She remembered chatting with any cat who would listen how cute her ears were, being born flopped like that. She could sometimes hardly believe how much the apprentice had grown. "I was thinking of inviting Oriolehop too, since the fresh kill pile looks low."
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