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Post by Dew on Jun 11, 2024 19:27:33 GMT -5
Auburnpaw 
Auburnpaw was still smiling from her first catch, but she knew she would have to return her gaze to the water. It was time to see if her first catch was luck or a catch of improvement. A quick glance at Oriolehop told her that he hadn't caught anything either. Even if the fish she had just caught was her only catch of the day, she would definitely go and show Greyhawk. Then he'll see that even though he wasn't with me today, I still improved!
Greyhawk leaving her didn't hurt Auburnpaw's feelings, he was probably doing something really cool! Like hunting down a badger by himself or on some secret mission. When he got back and told the clan that he had made sure Coniferclan was safe, Auburnpaw could brag that her mentor was the coolest!
No fish had gone by her spot for a few minutes, but she knew that the key to fishing was patience. Something that she didn't have much of. But Auburnpaw needed to be a really good apprentice, so she could be a really good warrior. Maybe one day she could be somecat like Oriolehop or Burntears, who had recently left the nursery but handling her warrior duties nicely. Auburnpaw wasn't really sure what a queen that transitioned from queen to warrior was like, but Burntears should be the role-model.
"Anything coming to you guys?" She asked, flicking her tail with impatience.
Jumptalon
Jumptalon was young, yes. He was also a horrible sleeper. His sleep was light and disturbed, but that was just how it had always been. Sometimes it seemed he didn't need as much sleep as others, but he had just learned how to work with shallow sleep. Going to sleep earlier always helped, and getting up early felt nice as well. Other cats might feel the same as him, but he had never confided in any other cat about it. It wasn't even that big of a deal, because it hadn't interfered with his training, and it didn't interfere with his warriors duties.
Speaking of being a warrior, it was amazing. The freedom that came with it was unmatched. Jumptalon no longer had to clean bedding or remove ticks and fleas from the elders pelts. It wasn't like he had ever complained, it was something every apprentice had to do. It wasn't like his mentor hated and and therefore was giving him these duties, it was just how it always was. He could also leave camp whenever he wanted, if it was for an early morning hunt or leaving camp to watch the sunrise, it wasn't limited to him anymore. It was great.
This morning he had left camp early, planning on just going for a walk. Coniferclan territory was always peaceful, but the serenity of it when no others cats were around was different. The prey was also slower, just scrambling out of their dens. Jumptalon had caught a squirrel and a mouse while he had been out, and deposited them at the fresh-kill pile when he returned to camp.
The cats of Coniferclan have seemed to have woken up, Gingerflame must have sent patrols out because some cats weren't present, including the fluffy ginger deputy. Seems like he would have to wait until the evening until he would have hope to go out with his clanmates.
Scanning the camp, which was filled with the cats on Coniferclan socializing with each other, Jumptalon found that Goldenchill was one of the only cats without a companion. While it was likely her mate, Greyhawk had visited her earlier this morning, he was probably out on patrol by now. Everycat knew the emotional turmoil the pair of mates went through when their entire litter had passed, and the fact that Goldenchill hadn't left camp since. Some cats might find Goldenchill to be... not the best cat to try and talk to, and while that might be true that didn't mean you were to leave her alone to her own thoughts all the time.
Making up his mind, Jumptalon made his way over to where the permanent queen was sitting. "Hello Goldenchill," he said, his small frame dwarfed by her much larger one. "Is there anything you need?" |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 11, 2024 21:06:27 GMT -5
Buckpaw ยป
The camp was rather empty.
No longer did it bustle with the sounds of warriors gathering for patrols. No longer did the voices of Clanmates speaking to one another as they woke for the day whisper throughout the clearing. Not even the swishing of pelts brushing against one another dance into the ears of the young cream tabby as he explored camp in hopes of finding somebody to talk to.
Eyes lingered toward the eldersโ den. Neither Beaverpelt nor Sorrelsnap had been inside. While that wasnโt overly concerning to Buckpaw, he did have to remind himself to bring Sorrelsnap his herbs later. The old tom was probably out stretching his legs not far from camp, and if Buckpaw had scented the air correctly it seemed as if the elderโs scent intermingled with Cariboupawโs. That was sure to be an interesting pairing, for Buckpaw knew that Cariboupaw was a rather spicy molly with an ego that outmatched even the proudest of lions. On the few occasions that he had spent time with the warrior apprentice he had found her presence charming and delightful, Buckpaw adoring the other apprentice. Then again, as he was often reminded of, Buckpaw found Oakstreak adoring. A cat charming the young medicine cat apprentice was nothing to be overjoyed by for he simply found every cat charming. Buckpaw just liked being around others and found any type of personality to be charming. Though he still realized that Sorrelsnap had a rather harsh demeanor. Paired with Cariboupawโs ego and that could surely end in disaster. The cream tabby sent up a silent prayer to StarClan, wishing the two well.
Having checked the eldersโ den and confirmed that the two residents were out and about, Buckpaw had then pranced off to the nursery. With Silverfern due any day now, it was important to keep an eye on the queen and monitor any new symptoms.
โIf youโre to be a medicine cat you need to assist in Silverfernโs kitting.โ
Oakstreakโs voice reverberated in Buckpawโs mind, an echo of a reminder of what was to come. He had hovered at the nurseryโs entrance, mulling over his mentorโs words. He had never helped with a birth before. Buckpaw heard tales of what kitting was like, how a smooth kitting barely needed the presence of a medicine cat and how the instinct of a mother and her body knew exactly what to do and when to do it. It was the possibility of something going wrong that a medicine cat was required to be around for when a queen entered the harsher stages of labor.
Palestreamโs mother, Nightmask, Goldenchillโฆ Too many mollies had either been lost to kitting or had lost their kits to the process. ConiferClan was not a kind terrain to be born into.
Like trapped in sticky cobwebs Buckpaw had to untangle himself free from such thoughts. He would do fine and Silverfern would be okay. All would go smoothly and he would make Oakstreak proud. In a moonโs time heโd be named a full medicine cat, hopefully alongside his brother who would become a full warrior.
Happier thoughts skipped about inside his mind as he finally found the courage to check the nursery; all he noticed was Silverfern curled up asleep. Buckpaw smiled to himself at the sight - the queen needed all the rest she could get to have the energy to rear a litter.
A few minutes of peace went by, Buckpaw growing all the more confident that things within and outside camp were going well.
Then, just like that, the peace was shattered.
Immediately Buckpaw recognized the panicked voice of his brother Snowpaw. Tail bushing in alarm the cream tabby rushed to the source, nearly barreling into his littermate. โSnowpaw!โ He gasped, copper eyes wide. โWhatโs wrong?โ Buckpawโs brother was not one for dramatics like this - if Snowpaw was frantic and all out of sorts then something had definitely gone wrong.
Goldenchill ยป
The last scents of Greyhawk had faded, her mateโs former presence a long ago memory that had been fleeting. He would be far into the forest by now, tracking down that hawk and keeping the cats of ConiferClan safe and well protected. Perhaps he had even found the hawk, tearing it from the sky and ending its reign of terror before it had even begun. In a way it was cruel, ending the life of another before it even had a chance to give any reason for attack, but seasons were changing. Leaf-bare would soon be upon the territory.
Silent thoughts strayed to Silverfern and her kits soon to be born. Deeper thoughts flickered to the secretive actions of Briarstar, her thick pelt hiding what Goldenchill had pieced together. There would soon be too many kits to risk any chance of harm coming to them; a hawk may not be able to make prey of a full grown feline, but a kit was as easy a morsel as a mouse was.
Emptiness twisted the golden mollyโs stomach. Once there had been flutters and whispers. Once there had been stirrings and tumbles. Seasons upon seasons she and Greyhawk had tried for kits. And then it happened. And then it happened.
Her kits had not been taken by predators. They had been taken by something no warrior could fight off, an invisible creature, a malicious beast. Goldenchill had spent moons upon moons - even now her thoughts were still occupied with these ponderings - wondering what she had done to earn StarClanโs fury. Had it been when she had overslept as a new warrior and missed her patrol? Had it been when she had not listened to her mentor as an apprentice and slipped away from camp? Surely StarClan wouldnโt be so angry about her faults that they would take her kits, her pride and joy, away from her before she could even know them.
Goldenchill closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. She was thrilled for the new families that would be created here shortly, but the arrival of kits always reopened her deepest scar.
Opening her eyes she was met with a familiar figure headed her way. The molly perked her ears forward, shifting on her paws to sit up straighter, to offer the brown spotted tom headed her way her full undivided attention. โJumptalon,โ she purred warmly, motherly. โItโs nice to see you. Gingerflame not put you on any patrols?โ She asked as she leaned forward to greet the tom with a nuzzle against his cheek. It wasnโt often she got to spend time with Jumptalon, but she remembered his days in the nursery, when he had been a rambunctious little thing eagerly waiting for the day heโd become an apprentice and then a warrior. Goldenchill purred. He hadnโt grown as tall or muscular as he had once boasted he would, but a fine warrior he had turned out to be.
At his question she shook her head. โI plan on tidying up around camp while Greyhawk is on patrol. Thereโs not much I need, other than some company, perhaps.โ It was an offer, a suggestion. Jumptalon was free to do as he pleased, but if he was truly so bored as to give his time to a longing queen, then he would be more than welcomed to help Goldenchill tend to her chores.
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on Jun 11, 2024 21:50:12 GMT -5
BurntearsWarrior * 36 moons * She/Her * tagged; Dew Sand  --------------------------------------------------------------------- Burntears had gotten no sign of fish for several minutes, and it was starting to make her mmind drift off once again. "Burntears," She remembered her mate calling to her, mouth muffled by the finch in his mouth. "How are my little warriors doing?" She remembered the way her heart had leapt out of her chest when her kits mewed heartily. So young, and yet so attached to the sound of their father's voice. "Can't you hear them?" She had purred back lovingly. It felt like yesterday still. The way his fur had brushed along her own and they laid together, sharing the bird as their kits suckled. Burntears could have stayed in that memory forever, but was knocked back into reality by the sound of Auburnpaw's voice. She was surprised to find her eyes watering and quickly turned to swipe the tears away before they could be seen. Once she had fully regained her sense of where she was and her life now, she hummed oh so softly. "The fish are getting smarter..." She observed, glancing at the fishless water before them.
--------------------------------------------------------------------- SnowpawApprentice * 11 moons * He/Him * tagged; Feathertalon  --------------------------------------------------------------------- Snowpaw had sent a silent prayer to Starclan upon hearing his brother's mew. He quickly thanked them for giving him such a talented, caring littermate he could count on in these desperate situations. "Briarstar. She's bleeding, really bad! We need to help her." His panic outweighed his discomfort in this moment as he bounded back to the medicine den. Wrinkling his nose, he poked himself into where the herbs were kept. He recalled the course growl of Oakstreak the last time a clanmate had gotten hurt, and how he had instructed Buckpaw to make sure they stayed stocked on cobwebs. "I'll carry whatever you need me to grab," He quickly called over his shoulder to Buckpaw,"Cobwebs? Right?" His nerves and fear were making him more anxious than usually to grab what he needed and flee the medicine den. Every second spent here was one that could instead be used to save his leader.
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Post by Dew on Jun 11, 2024 22:08:37 GMT -5
Jumptalon
Jumptalon nuzzled Goldenchill's cheek as she nuzzled his. The queen might have lost her kits, but she sure knew how to be a mother. Every kit that had been born under her motherly care was sure to be blessed with not one mother, but two. Jumptalon himself had played with her as a small kit, but now he knew it must have pained her so.
"I wasn't in camp this morning- I got up early to hunt alone," He admitted, flicking his tail to the fresh-kill pile. "Hopefully that's alright..." He trailed off, because surely there wasn't a rule against that right? Jumptalon internally cringed, of course there wasn't a rule about hunting for your clan! That would be silly.
Being with Goldenchill again made him remember his kit moons. He had been like most kits, proud and naive about the world around him. He had bragged that he was going to be the biggest and strongest, and that he was going to be promoted to deputy the second he got his warrior name. It was almost funny to think about it now, because none of that was true.
"I'll stay with you, everycat needs company," Jumptalon said, eagerly jumping to the opportunity to spend more time with the golden molly. He couldn't help but admit that he had neglected her once he had become an apprentice, taking Goldenchill's love and care for granted. And if she wanted to patch up the camp walls or lean out some nests. The duties were boring, yes, (especially when the only cats you did it with were Slatepaw, Silentpaw, and Rattlepaw) but important, and helping the apprentices out wouldn't hurt. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 12, 2024 13:35:15 GMT -5
Buckpaw ยป
Two thoughts immediately popped into Buckpawโs mind when his brother answered his question. One - Oakstreak had told Buckpaw to get him if something happened. Two - if Briarstar of all cats were bleeding from what was likely an attack, then it had to be bad out there.
Fur spiked until the medicine cat apprentice was twice his size. โWhoโs out there with her?โ He questioned, scared that his brother would admit it had just been Briarstar and Snowpaw out there, but that scenario was incredibly unlikely. Having not seen a trace of Eagleswoop within the camp Buckpaw was sure his brotherโs mentor was out there as well, and it was no secret that the brown tabby would do anything to protect his leader, his mate. If Eagleswoop could control the bleeding until Briarstar would be fine until the medicine cats made it. But if she was bleeding as badly as Snowpaw was making it seemโฆ
โWe need to get Oakstreak!โ Not knowing that Snowpaw had already checked the healerโs den, Buckpaw nudged his brother to follow him as he began to sprint toward the den he and his mentor shared. โOakstreak!โ โฆ No answer.
Odd.
Plumy tail quivering with anxiety, Buckpaw called out again, โOakstreak?โ His mentor had been resting in the den when Buckpaw had left. That hadnโt been that long ago. Eyes flickered back and forth, left and right. Paws kneaded the ground nervously. Sure, Oakstreak had every right to do as he pleased, but where had the brown tabby gone within just a few minutes, and how did Buckpaw not notice his mentor leave?
The young tom closed his eyes. Oakstreak had told Buckpaw to come get him if something happened, but Oakstreak was nowhere to be found and they had no time to search for him. Surely the old tom wouldnโt be angry at Buckpaw for acting without Oakstreak. Buckpaw had no other choice but to gather the necessary supplies and head out to where Briarstar was.
Snowpawโs question pulled Buckpawโs thoughts away from his mentor. He turned to nod in response before bolting deeper into the healerโs den. โCobweb, marigold, I could bring thyme, goldenrod, dock leaf to carry it allโฆโ Buckpaw could treat wounds. He had done it a multitude of times before; warriors were so accident prone, pulling claws out, scraping limbs on sharp branches, throwing a joint out from jumping too far for preyโฆ Buckpaw was good at dealing with all that. Even under pressure he knew he could dress a wound and clear it before infection crept inside the patientโs body. If his assessment was this situation right here then he was sure to pass. Buckpaw shook his head. Now wasnโt the time to worry about whether or not he was going to be named a full medicine cat soon - he had to get to Briarstar before it was too late.
With quick paws the apprentice gathered every herb, leaf, and material that he needed. He even made a second leaf wrap, dropping it gingerly at Snowpawโs paws. โYou carry this one.โ It was a smaller wrap than what Buckpaw was going to carry. It was just in case they needed extra, in case Briarstar really was badly off. โCome on. Lead the way!โ Without another second wasted Buckpaw grabbed his bundle and, with one last glance at his brother, took off. Snowpaw would catch up and lead Buckpaw to the scene, Buckpaw was sure of it.
Goldenchill ยป
Warm laughter slipped off the older mollyโs tongue, a gentle noise reminiscent of a soft rainfall, a light breeze. Her whiskers twitched with the sound, fur rippling with a pleasant rolling of laughter. Green eyes glowed brightly with affection for the young tom. โJumptalon, dear, if a warrior got in trouble for getting up early to provide for his Clan then weโd be no better than a band of rogues.โ This worry that Jumptalon had brought up was certainly a first for Goldenchill; no warrior she had heard of had grown anxious over the idea of getting in trouble just because they had gotten up early to hunt.
The smile slowly faded from her lips, brows creasing, jaw tightening. A pool of thoughts formed in the well of her mind. How long had it been since she was deemed a warrior? How many moons had come and gone since she had shared a den with the warriors of ConiferClan? She had been distant from a majority of her Clanmates for seasons now, sharing a den with some only for a short time. Long enough for a few mollies to rest before kits and then long enough for those kits to grow into apprentices. Taking the role of permanent queen was not a regret Goldenchill carried with her, but it was a lonely job. She was lucky to have Silverfern with her for the time being, but in the span of seven moons the younger molly would be back in the warriorsโ den, leaving Goldenchill by herself unless some other family was to be expected.
A long time had passed since Goldenchill had last been a warrior rather than a queen. It had been a long time since she had connected with her Clanmates as a warrior. Perhaps things were different inside the warriorsโ den now. Perhaps this newer generation of warriors had different worries than her generation did.
She eyed the young tom for a brief moment. He was a bit younger than what her kits would be if they were still around, but the worries this tom had would be the worries of her kits had they lived. Oh, how she longed to nuzzle into the fur of her kits, to lick them between the ears and console them as they revealed their concerns to her. Goldenchill would have made sure to always be there for them, to love them, to care for them, and to provide for them no matter what it was they needed, no matter how old they were. A mother would always be a mother, her kits always her kits. Thatโs how Goldenchill looked at it, and she would never change that.
Yet her kits were long gone, four tiny bodies deep within the ground. She had others to look after, though. Cats that had been born during her time as a queen, cats that she had watched grow and mature into proud warriors. Cats like Jumptalon.
Her smile from earlier returned, brightening her features once more. โI appreciate it,โ she mewed. Pushing herself up to her paws, the molly glanced around camp, wondering where to start.
She thought back to Jumptalonโs earlier concern. โThe fresh-kill pile needs sorting through. Care to help freshen it up?โ Checking the prey pile shouldnโt take long. All they had to do was go through it and pull any prey that had been on there for too long and toss it - fortunately with Jumptalon, Goldenchill could have the tom carry the spoiled prey out of camp to bury it. Once they had finished that job, they could see to the apprenticesโ den. Theorizing that it would be getting close to dark by then, Goldenchill would probably have to say goodbye to Jumptalonโs company, but surely Greyhawk would be back by then. The two could share a meal together, and if there was enough time left in the evening, she would check in with Oakstreak and speak to him about Silverfern and her imminent kitting. There was nothing out of the ordinary about Silverfernโs pregnancy thus far, but the same could have been said about Goldenchillโs as well.
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ข on Jun 12, 2024 13:43:09 GMT -5
Rookberrys
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with Hazelspring // Dew Rookberry had nearly forgotten just how shy Hazelspring could be, even as an apprentice she was hard to get to open up. A gentle smile crossed his face as silence fell between them, finding it a bit humorous that even now the white and ginger molly struggled to talk to her own mentor. If he had been anyone else he might've been offended by how awkward she still felt around him, but Rookberry just knew that was part of her personality. To him, it was endearing. Although the aging tom always had a soft spot for his former apprentice.
"No plans." He responded in the same way, not doing much to hide the fact that he was teasing her. He pretended like he didn't notice her eyes flitting about, like she was searching for something, or rather someone. Rookberry bit back a sigh, trying not to let his annoyance show that she was probably looking for Sunnynose. He was disappointed in the younger tom and hated the way the two split apart. There wasn't much he could do, even if he wanted to give the newly fathered Sunnynose an earful. He was only Hazelspring's former mentor after all, not her father.
His fluffy tail-tip brushed against her forepaw in a friendly manner, his gaze softening. "You itching to get out of here too?" Rookberry asked as he nodded towards the den exit. "Not that you need my permission to leave camp anymore, but maybe some fresh air and a walk might do us good."  Hackles raised and looking ready to fight, with sharp words and not sharp claws, Asterfrost felt like she had just experienced whiplash from the way Paintedmask's annoyance melted like snow during newleaf. She frowned and took a physical step back, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as she tried to find words that hadn't quite formed yet. Something akin to humiliation started to sink in and she wondered why she had gotten so wound up in the first place. Had she overreacted? Was Paintedmask's indifference all in her head? Letting out a sharp exhale, she decided she hadn't gotten upset for nothing.
"Well then why didn't you just say that?" She asked as she began to relax. "Y'know, Paintedmask, it feels quite hurtful when brush me off like that." Asterfrost confessed, closing the distance somewhat between them and lowering her voice, she didn't care for any camp gossips to overhear. "Maybe we aren't been as close as we used to be, but we are still friends. I just didn't expect that kind of behavior from you." Perhaps when they were apprentices and tended to quarrel a lot more, but she thought that they'd grown past that.
Her ears flicked forward when she noticed his narrowing gaze, he was analyzing her. Asterfrost's pelt suddenly felt hot again and she was suddenly desperate to know what he was thinking. Reading his body language again, it was hard to miss the way he kept looking towards the entrance. Shifting from paw to paw, testing to see if they still ached, the pointed molly spoke up once more. "Are you looking for someone to go hunting with? I could come with." She offered like she hadn't just returned from hunting moments ago.
Part of her hoped that they might run into Slatestorm while they were out, and suddenly her paws didn't hurt so much. Her eagerness was palpable.  Beewhisker's fur started to lie flat,, but he gave a quick swipe of his tongue across his chest in an attempt to calm himself even more. It seemed like his father hadn't noticed his fumble, but knowing Sunnynose, he was just being kind and pretending not to have seen. Either way, the flame pointed tom was grateful. "It seems like it is." He mused back, glancing down the brook to see the small patrol of Burntears, Oriolehop, and Auburnpaw. His eyes narrowed briefly as he wondered if perhaps he should've brought Cariboupaw along. He wasn't about to admit to himself that at times he forgot he even had an apprentice. Plus, he was sure the young molly was doing fine at whatever it was that she was up to. The sight of her mother was starting to make him nervous, however, and he shifted closer to Sunnynose, as if his body might block him from her line of sight.
Being so concerned with himself, Beewhisker nearly missed what his own father was saying before his words finally caught up to him. A look of bewilderment crossed the tom's ginger face and it was too late to stifle his snort. "I'm sorry, but did you just say Wisteriasnow?" He asked even though he already knew the answer. Trying not to think about it, the young tom supposed it wasn't the worst choice in she-cats, but her mate had died only seven moons ago. Maybe he's just trying to cheer her up? He mused to himself.
"Uh, but no, no I'm not catching for anyone in particular." Beewhisker finally answered. "Maybe I'll offer my catch to Jumptalon." 
Stormysages
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With Cypressmask // Sand Cypressmask's excitement was infectious, and Stormysage couldn't help but to purr as he licked her cheek. Her head tilted and she hummed as she thought of where they might try at hunting. Places like the brook or scout's point came to mind, but she knew a few patrols were going fishing anyways and scout's point was so far away. She smiled brightly when she finally came up with an idea.
"How about scorched plain?" Stormysage felt pretty proud of her suggestion, feeling like it was obscure enough that they might be the only two hunting there. Which would be preferred since not many critters had returned to the recovering land. Each season there was hope that more green had grown, and more prey had returned. The white and gray tabby thought that they might find some mice or voles at the very least, desperately scavenging this late in leaf-fall. |
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on Jun 12, 2024 14:13:25 GMT -5
SunnynoseWarrior * 41 moons * He/Him * tagged; ๐๐๐๐๐ข  --------------------------------------------------------------------- The older tom hummed thoughtfully at his son's answer. Starclan knew Lemonleaf had inherited her father's wandering eyes, but Beewhisker seemed free of that obsession currently. Although he couldn't quite relate to that feeling, he was more interested in just making sure his family was still somewhat intact. Sunnynose had to do quick a bit of bonding time to feel right with his kits after his split with their mother. Not all were swayed, and he tried not to linger on the thoughts of his other daughter, who still growled every time he tried to mew hello. "I'm sure Wisteriasnow would appreciate having someone catch her fresh kill," He insisted before quickly changing the topic. "Is that the first fish of the day? Seems like the slimy things are going to migrate soon so they don't get completely frozen in leafbare." He had seen just how thick the ice could get at this altitude, and was honestly a bit surprised the brook hadn't started freezing already. Cold, thick winds were certainly in their future. "I'm sure that's why it's busy. Everyone is trying to get their fill of fish while they still can."
--------------------------------------------------------------------- SnowpawApprentice * 11 moons * He/Him * tagged; Feathertalon ladylantsov [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] whispering --------------------------------------------------------------------- He responded to his brother when he finally registered the question, still quite frazzled. "Eagleswoop and Beaverpelt were there when I left." He sputtered out finally. He followed his brother's ever pawstep out of habit, not wanting to make a wrong step in such a critical situation. He took a soft breath before he took the bundle of herbs he was tasked with. Stay focused Snowpaw, you can whine about stinky herbs later. Once his brother called him to lead the way he stepped out of his trance. He lead his brother to the spot as quickly as he could, only taking a slightly slower pace to make sure his cream-colored littermate didn't lose sight of his path. The very last thing they needed was another Medicine Cat disppearing. He was sure Eagleswoop would do plenty of scolding to Oakstreak if he didn't have a really good reason for leaving the camp without warning anyone. Especially Buckpaw! He tried to use his frustration to make sure the herbs weren't going to slip out of the dock leaf that Buckpaw had so generously wrapped them in.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 12, 2024 16:51:36 GMT -5
Paintedmask ยป
A warriorโs honesty was respected as there werenโt many cats who would be so open about their feelings and emotions. Many cats kept their inner thoughts to themselves, secrets that belonged to them and only them. Paintedmask was like that. His inner thoughts belonged to himself, save for the fact that Oakstreak was around to listen. The bi-colored tom knew he could go to his uncle about his ideas, about his ambitions. It was Oakstreak who had helped with the downfall of Cedarstar, Paintedmask pushing for his father to be killed all the while plotting on the side. Plotting to get rid of Flinthawk, plotting to take his place as deputy and step forward as leader once Cedarstar had been called to the stars for the ninth time.
It irked him to no end knowing that Cedarstar was gone, yet Paintedmask remained a warrior.
He was a warrior just as much as Asterfrost was one, yet he could tell that he was more of a warrior than the pointed molly was. The scent of mountains clung to her fur and not his, a stark reminder that he needed to do his part and provide for his Clan as any warrior should, but he could at least pay attention to the world around him even if he was focused on his own inner monologue. Asterfrost couldnโt say the same. Whatever was occupying her mind had closed her off from the outside world, had made her careless. Dawdling about in daydreams and running into other warriors was not something Paintedmask did. It usually wasnโt something Asterfrost did, either. Again, Paintedmask had to think about their current leader, how her position irked him to no ends. That should be him, not Briarstar. She should be Briarwhistle while he should be Paintedstar.
Not fumbling as his current companion had, Paintedmask was able to step away from his thoughts, was able to focus on reality. His tail twitched, paws flexing against the ground; the tips of his claws tapped at the earth underneath. Amber eyes stared coolly at Asterfrost as he mewed, โI never expected you of all cats to be so lost in your thoughts.โ Asterfrost was a fine warrior, a great warrior, but she had fallen off lately. Whatever was going on in her mind, she had to fix. Then again, under the ruling of a proper leader, Asterfrost would most likely become that great warrior she had once been.
Her question rang in his mind as she was met with a momentary silence. Hunting with a partner often yielded better results than going alone. Having company while out in the forest was nice, even Paintedmask could attest to that, and yet he circled back to the scent of pine and cedar already clinging to Asterfrostโs pelt. He noticed the way she shifted on her paws, how there was a tenderness there that a fresh warrior would not display. If he wanted a successful hunt, a successful patrol, heโd rather a warrior who still had energy.
Paintedmask hummed a soft tone to himself, dry and bleak.
He didnโt want the company of a warrior whose mind was full of bird fluff.
โIโll find some other warrior to go with, or just go alone,โ he responded, declining her offer without directly telling her no. Paintedmask had to prove his worth, had to showcase his skills. If he were to prove that he was the best warrior of ConiferClan then he had no room for some other cat dragging him down all because she couldnโt get her thoughts straightened out.
Buckpaw ยป
Eagleswoop and Beaverpelt. Both were good cats to have in a dire situation.
As fierce and mighty as the bird he was named after, Eagleswoop wouldnโt let any warrior fall under his watch, especially if that cat was his mate. Seasoned and wise, Beaverpelt had seen enough injuries in his lifetime to know what to do before a trained medicine cat could arrive. Briarstar couldnโt be in better paws right now - well, aside from the paws of a medicine cat.
Hold on, weโll be there shortly!
Buckpaw raced through the forest a few pawsteps behind his brother. A million thoughts danced inside his mind, a million questions that would remain unanswered until the emergency was taken care of. Where had Oakstreak gone? What had happened to cause Briarstarโs bleeding? Where was her wound located? How bad was it really? A million different questions, a million different answers. Buckpaw longed to know the truth about this predicament, yet in the here and now, all he could do was hurry. His sole job in the Clan was to heal his harmed Clanmates. This was what he wanted to do ever since he could remember, to learn and study herbs, to have the cures for all sorts of ailments right on the tip of his tongue. He wanted to be the cat that his Clan could turn to in times of need, when his Clan needed somebody to lean against, somebody to come to in their time of vulnerable need. All he had ever wanted to be was a trusted healer of his Clan, and this was his chance to prove it. This was his chance to show his Clan that he had worked hard to learn the art of healing.
Sounds up ahead announced the presence of his Clanmates. Before Buckpaw could even make out words he was greeted with the familiar stench of blood, hot and sticky upon his nose, overwhelming even with the scents of sharp herbs dangling from his mouth. Having not seen the wound yet but already smelling the blood was worrying to Buckpaw - that much blood was never a good sign.
Stopping only when Eagleswoop, Beaverpelt, and Briarstar were in view, Buckpaw lay the bundle of herbs he had down on the ground. Eyes switched between Beaverpelt, Eagleswoop, and Briarstar; the leader was laying precariously, her mate frantic as he stay beside her. Beaverpelt was nearby, paws searching for something among the leaf litter and tree trunks.
It was time to get to work.
Serious was not something that Buckpaw did often. Most of the time he was chatting away with a warm smile on his face, but right now he was taut, ready to act at any given moment. It was all up to him if Briarstar would live or not.
โWhat happened?โ It was the only question that parted from his lips before picking the herb bundle back into his mouth and making his way to Briarstar, prepared for the worst and hoping for the best.
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Post by ladylantsov on Jun 12, 2024 17:38:35 GMT -5
BRIARSTAR
BEAVERPELT WHISPER WOODS Briarstar was only, distantly aware of the feeling of her mate dropping down into a crouch beside her, the white-furred apprentice disappearing at a sprint, and Beaverpelt at a slightly more fragile pace. Eagleswoopโs words are hardly audible over the thunder of blood in her ears, his words a delayed blur, but she can feel the panic in them. Almost with the same intensity as the pain flooding through her body - sheโd been a warrior many moons, was littered with the scars of battles she had fought on behalf of her clan time and time again. Pain was all but an old friend, but that made it no more welcome.
and she knew what shock felt like.
Stay awake, her mind fights against her body to keep her eyes open, but sleep seems so tempting. Like if she could bury herself deeply enough within a dream she might escape the pain. She fights to lift her head, but she could sooner shift the mountain from its roots. Her scarred maw drops, limp as a stone dropping from the skies, back to her paws. Her chin coming to rest in grasses quickly staining with crimson. The earth is cold, hard at this time of year - but it might as well have been the softest nest. Maybe just a little while.
Your kits need you to stay awake, Briarstar had long forgotten her motherโs voice - but in those moments she knows itโs just her who speaks to her. Feels the words as easily as a slap to the face - above all else. You useless molly, you, do this one thing for them.
The kits in question were a frantic tumbling of energy, her flanks trembling with twitching little movements beneath. The dam couldnโt tell if her litter was hurting, or they could simply sense the danger theyโd escaped by a matter of the few inches of fur and muscle currently keeping them safe from the outside world. At least a few layers of which had been shredded by hawk-talons.
Slowly her eyes blink open again, adjusting to the light like a kitten opening their eyes for the first time. It takes an age to focus on the golden-dark brown colours of her mate, a frantic bundle of energy. Her ears twitch forward, trying to focus on his words, โYouโre hurt,โ she murmurs, eyes narrowing on where he struggles to put pressure on his dislocated limb.
Apparently at best indifferent to the fact she was currently bleeding out. Shock was its own kind of drug.
โIf Iโd known there would be a hawk, I wouldnโt have come this way,โ stubborn even on the brink of death, defiance playing second-violin to how her voice trembles, quiet and thick with pain. โIโฆโ she coughs, body trembling, โI thought the biggest threat would be Beaverpelt gnawing an ear off.โ She naturally entirely ignores the fact sheโd disregarded her mates direct order to get out of the line of sight. There wasnโt a bone in her body that could step away while a clanmate put themselves in danger on her behalf.
Thankfully - before Eagleswoop could claw her ear off from sheer frustration, Buckpaw and Snowpaw return to the scene. โHawk,โ she manages to get the word out, despite her bravado, itโs clear the molly is weakening and quickly. โEagleswoopโs hurt, I donโt know if Beaverpelt isโฆโ she coughs again, wincing violently with the movement. โOkay.โ |
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on Jun 12, 2024 19:57:05 GMT -5
BeaverpeltAs soon as Beaverpelt had gathered what he hoped was enough cobwebs for Briarstarโs injuries, he hurried back as quickly as his old legs could carry him. By the time he arrived back at Briarstarโs side, Buckpaw was there and Briarstar was conscious again. Thank StarClan for that. But whereโs Oakstreak? His son was not the type of cat to be unreachable very often, especially in these situations.
โIโm ok, Briarstar. Donโt worry about me.โ The old tom reassured his leader, voice as gentle as if he were speaking to a kit. Well, in a way, he was. There were new lives inside Briarstar, and they must survive.
โI gathered cobwebs,โ he addressed Buckpaw now. โShould we put them on now or wash her wounds first?โ Beaverpelt was helpful, but not a medicine cat. When he was younger, it had been him that was being treated.
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Post by Dew on Jun 13, 2024 9:02:09 GMT -5
Jumptalon
Jumptalon's whiskers twitched at Goldenchill's response to his worries. He had known it was a stupid thought, but he decided to make sure anyways. He still had his apprentice head, on, his Jumppaw head. He had only been a warrior for roughly two moons, and he was still getting used to the new responsibilities and freedoms. The jump from apprentice to warrior was something to cat talked about, but it wasn't easy.
Jumptalon, tired of standing for the moment, sat down, tucking his tail over his paws. Some cats called him 'stiff' and yes, he was stiff, but he couldn't help it. Why would he want to slouch back when any cat could be watching you, taking tabs on you? If cats were deciding who was a better clanmate based on posture, he would look the part.
The smile returned to Goldenchill's face, which hopefully meant she was thinking happier thoughts. Jumptalon knew she must be mourning the kits she never knew everyday, but she needed to be happy. Her kits would want her to be happy.
"Of course," Jumptalon said, rising to his paws. The thought of doing apprentice duties again wasn't one the brought joy, but he knew that if he left Goldenchill would probably do it alone anyways. Spending more time with the queen was something that he had came over here to do, and he wasn't doing to ditch her because he didn't want to clean out the fresh-kill pile!
Hazelspring 
Hazelspring liked being with her former mentor. But him being there made her remember her apprentice moons. They had been fine, normal. She had been an apprentice with a crush. A crush on Sunnypaw. He had seemed so perfect then. Stupid Hazelpaw. Then she had failed her assessment. She had been so distracted that she had failed, and her fighting skills were trash. They still weren't very good for that matter. She had put all of her energy into hunting, and she didn't want to ask a clanmate to spar with her.
"We could leave, we could stay, I don't mind," Hazelspring said, flicking her tail. Leaving camp would probably be good for her. She had sat in the same spot all morning, and Rookberry had been the only cat to come up to her. "Actually... A walk might be me good," she admitted, getting to her paws. "You still want to come with me?" |
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Post by ๐๐๐๐๐ข on Jun 13, 2024 14:28:55 GMT -5
Unlike his sister and father, Beewhisker has never put too much focus on relationships or romance. He's had a couple whirlwind flings before, but never anything serious. One might call it commitment issues from watching his father go from molly to molly, Beewhisker would argue he just doesn't care to be with anyone right now. Does that stop him from a little harmless flirting every now and again? Of course not.
He notes the change in topic by Sunnynose quickly moving on from his statement about Wisteriasnow and decides to go along with it, but the thought to tease his father still lingers in the back of his mind. Blue eyes scan the brook once more and he nods along, trying to ignore the other flame point tom's word of choice. Slimy. He must've seen the way Beewhisker went after his flopping fish.
"It's the first of the day for me." He said with a small chuckle, sneaking another glance towards the patrol not too far away. "I'm pretty sure I've even seem some of the bigger fellows still swimming around when just the surface of the brook freezes over. Think they can handle the cooler weather than even some ConiferClan cats."
Beewhisker focuses on his father again and nods towards the forest. "What about you? Trying to catch all the birds before they fly south?"
A retort like could have set Asterfrost off again, but from Paintedmask it was almost a relief to hear. Sure his cool gaze nearly sent a shiver down her spine, but at least he was speaking his mind. Instead the smaller feline could only frown and take the pause in the conversation to briefly self-reflect. Had she really been walking around all dazed and moony-eyed recently? The fact that Paintedmask had noticed wasn't all that shocking, he was a very observant tom. So, just because he had pointed it out didn't mean that the rest of the clan had caught on. However, Wisteriasnow was just as, if not more, keen. Was there a possibility that she noticed the change in her behavior as well?
Asterfrost remained focused in the moment, pushing down the urge to spiral. Slatestorm had yet to bring up any concern that his mother might be aware of their relationship, so until he did she would just have to keep acting like normal. That didn't stop her anxious feelings from rising, and her tail-tip began to twitch.
"Go alone?" She asked, suddenly sounding offended. Deep down Asterfrost knew he was giving her an out. He must've seen the way she was shifting her weight, and she knew he could probably smell the forest on her. She should take it, be grateful that he wasn't dragging her back out to traverse the trees and shrubbery for any prey left. Unfortunately, her stubbornness made it difficult to give up so easily.
"We're a great hunting team, what other cat would you even think to ask?" The fluffy molly scanned the camp clearing, trying to see who was even left after cats had split off into groups of their own to explore the territory. Her tail lashed this time, still clearly offended that he'd brush her off again so easily.
Rookberrys
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With Hazelspring // Dew Rookberry always considered himself a kind and patient mentor, he'd had quite a few apprentices after all. However, no one needed his kindness and patience more than Hazelspring. As an apprentice she was a fine and excited learner. Sure she could be easily distracted by her surroundings, but Rookberry saw so much potential in her. It honestly broke his heart when he had to tell his apprentice that he couldn't pass her assessment. He tried to be gentle about it, but any cat would be disappointed to see their denmates earn their warrior name without them.
Looking at Hazelspring now, the fluffy black tom was proud of the warrior, and cat, that she'd become. He only hated how forlorn she looked as of late. Rookberry gave an enthusiastic nod when she agreed to go on a walk, a deep purr rumbling in his chest as he gave the top of her head a quick lick. "Of course I still want to. Would you like the lead the way, or shall I?" He asked as he was already making his way towards the exit, keeping his gaze locked on Hazelspring to make sure she was following. |
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on Jun 14, 2024 15:43:51 GMT -5
SunnynoseWarrior * 41 moons * He/Him * tagged;๐๐๐๐๐ข --------------------------------------------------------------------- Sunnynose couldn't help but chuckle a bit at his son's counter about the birds flying off. "Oh absolutely," He purred sarcastically,"Every last one." He couldn't help but remember how much both of his previous mates liked to go hunting with him in the warmer months, and it did nothing but fuel his fire to have that kind of afternoon again before too long. Despite being a father, he still felt plenty young enough to spend more time with any pretty molly that happened to show even a sniff of interest. "I can't help but foolishly hope that we can drive off leaf bare for a little longer. Silverfern's litter is going to be our top priority, so I might have to skip a meal or two to make sure the little ones get fed." As unlikeable as Sunnynose could be, he definitely cared very much for kits. He would gladly give his life to preserve the young fragile kits that were near in the future.
--------------------------------------------------------------------- SnowpawApprentice * 11 moons * He/Him * tagged; ladylantsov [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] whispering Feathertalon--------------------------------------------------------------------- Snowpaw couldn't help but tremble as he looked at Briarstar's wounds. Sure, she may have had nine lives, but every single one was precious and integral to their clan's safety. Each one lost was one less opportunity for their leader to weild it in defense of the clan's survival. For the first time he realized the weight of Briarstar's position, and felt increasingly worse about the situation she was currently in. He knew his brother was a very strong and competent Medicine Cat already, but he also was aware that some threats were insurmountable to even the most capable healers. "An eagle...it clawed her preetty bad." He echoed hollowly as the other cats around him also spoke. Beaverpelt's assistance helped him ease just a touch, knowing he was the father of one of the best Medicine Cats the clan had ever had. "I couldn't find Oakstreak." He added, mostly to just Eagleswoop.
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Post by whispering on Jun 14, 2024 18:56:32 GMT -5
Silentshadow xx with rattlepaw Feathertalon
Flinthawk is dead.
At first, she hadn't believed it. Despite how she may have despised Flinthawk, Silentshadow could not deny his skill. His quick thinking and strategic mind, the hard muscle that rippled beneath his deep gray fur, her father could not be defeated. Not easily. He would fight for his clan for seasons to come until his last drop of blood.
The cold, decomposing body that lay before her couldn't possibly be her father, though every cat kept calling it Flinthawk. And the broad-shouldered cat never appeared to dispel the rumors. Good riddance, Silentpaw murmured as she sat vigil with her family, too low for any cat to hear. But she couldn't help her mind from wandering the rest of the night: What kind of monster lurked on ConiferClan borders? What predator hunted its prey and beat it so brutally before leaving it to rot? Maybe wolves, but they wouldn't have spared her father. They would have torn him down to the bone, the savage mutts. No, this was not just any monster. It was a monster within the clan's boundaries, closer than any cat could ever think.
"Of course." Silentshadow blinked, arousing herself from the memories. She was done trying to encourage Rattlepaw, for now. If she didn't try, Silentshadow would let her. "At least, help me to carry it back."
But before she reached down, she fixed her sister with an intense golden glare. A new feeling of purpose crept along her spine as her father's scent wreathed around her once more. "There's something strange going on lately. And I think Father wants me, us, to figure it out. You'll keep your ears open, won't you?"
"Don't you want to know the truth?"
Owlpaw xx with gingerflame dewbranch
Taking a deep breath, Owlpaw turned to face where the scent led. He could hear the mouth scuffling underneath the bush. In the forest, he was used to watching where he lay his paws, the foliage helping to hide his creamy fur out of sight. But here in the mountains, the task wouldn't be so easy. He stood out in the gray landscape. There wasn't anywhere he could take cover and use stealth to make his kill. The apprentice would have to make do with what he could. He measured the distance between the mouse and himself and began toward his target on silent dark paws. He thought back to the advice his mentor had given to him. Remember to try to use all your senses. Slowing his breathing, he lowered until his belly fur brushed the ground. The cream-pointed cat crept toward the mouse and froze whenever the scuffling stopped. Owlpaw repeated the process until he could make out the dusky-furred body underneath the shrub.
The apprentice paused, readying his haunches to leap. But as he crept forward, his paw brushed a pebble, sending it clattering. The noise alerted the mouse, and it dashed off to safety.
"Mouse-dung! I almost had it!" Owlpaw cursed, rising to his paws.
Eagleswoop xx with briarstar, snowpaw, beaverpelt, buckpaw ladylantsov ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] Feathertalon
His kits kicked vigorously beneath his paws as he applied pressure to his mate's gaping wound. It's okay, little ones. Your mother was just feeling a bit silly. Or maybe they were upset because of his huge paws invading their space. Blame your mother for that as well. But despite his efforts that everything would be fine, Eagleswoop's anxiety peaked when Briarstar's breathing declined further. Was she losing a life? Would StarClan spare their kits if she did? Her bleeding was slowing... for now. There was still the struggle of rushing the queen back to camp.
The burly cat leaned down to listen to her heartbeat just as the dark-furred molly took a gasp of air, relief washed over him. "Never mind that," Eagleswoop growled, he'd dislocated a limb plenty of times before. This would not be the last time. "You're bleeding, in a crucial place might I add." He added, letting his anger rise now that she was conscious. She had not only put her life and an elder's at stake but their innocent babies. They hadn't even been born to have a say in the matter. He would've continued had their clanmates not arrived. There was no need to do this in front of the apprentices and a nosy elder.
Amber eyes narrowed to slits when Buckpaw arrived, alone. Eagleswoop was seething at this point, a half-trained apprentice to the aid of his very pregnant mate. He flicked his ears at Snowpaw's comment, snorting in annoyance. Obviously.
Turning to the medicine cat apprentice, he motioned to Briarstar. "We just need to get her treated enough to get her back to camp and ensure she's okay." Meeting her amber eyes, his own glittered a challenging glare before he announced, "She's pregnant."
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 14, 2024 20:14:08 GMT -5
Buckpaw ยป
A hawk.
That was all Buckpaw needed to know.
Learning what had caused the serious wound helped a considerable amount - it allowed him to know what to expect, it allowed him to think of herbs that would best treat the wound, and it allowed him to figure out what sort of damage was dealt to not only Briarstar, but to Eagleswoop and Beaverpelt as well.
Alright, he told himself, steeling his nerves and shaking off any anxiety that wanted to worm its way into his consciousness. You can do this.
Buckpaw could do this. He had been training for almost six moons and had watched Oakstreak treat patients even before he had been apprenticed. He knew how to stop bleeding, how to mend wounds, and how to stop infection from creeping into open flesh. His paws were quick and his knowledge efficient.
Eyes bore down onto him, hot like the sunโs blaze in greenleaf.
Eagleswoop doubted his skills. Doubted that he could help. The warriorโs mate was currently bleeding out onto the ground below. It was obvious as to why he was acting so high strung, but did he really doubt Buckpaw that much? Does the Clan believe I can be a medicine cat?
The cream tabby shook his head. Now wasnโt the time to let fears and anxieties take ahold of him. Whether or not the Clan was ready for him to become their medicine cat was just something they would have to deal with later. Right now he had a leader bleeding out right in front of him, a warrior with a bad leg, and an elder who was clearly shaken up but still wanted to help.
Breathing in, ignoring the sharp scent of blood that weighed heavily in the air, Buckpaw got right to work. โI know what Iโm doing, Eagleswoop,โ he acknowledged the warriorโs comment, voice brisk and light, not bitter or sharp, but a simple statement that would hopefully be enough to ease the warriorโs doubts in Buckpawโs skills. He was an apprentice, yes, but that didnโt mean he needed a warrior to tell him what to do; friendly and upbeat, Buckpaw still wasnโt the type to let others tell him how to do his job, especially when that cat was a frantic mate who only wanted to see his expectant mate pull through.
Paws deft and gentle began to pull away the leaf litter that had been pressed up against Briarstarโs stomach. Buckpawโs ears flickered, flattening momentarily against his head. โWe need to clean her wound. Stopping the bleeding is important, but leaves are riddled with dirt and grime. Possible infection could increase because of this.โ Whoever placed the leaves against the open wound had only been trying to help, Buckpaw understood that, but in their attempts at trying to keep Briarstarโs blood in her body rather than outside it, they just increased the threat of infection and irritation to the wound. Cobwebs should have been used immediately, but there was only so much a panicked warrior could do in the face of injury.
โBeaverpelt, I need you to clean Briarstarโs wound. Get as much of the leaf litter out as you can, but be careful. The last thing we need is more blood vessels to rupture.โ Looking away from the elder Buckpaw turned his gaze, serious and determined, to where Eagleswoop and Snowpaw sat, the mentor and apprentice pair a mixture of angered and shocked. โYou two chew up the goldenrod and marigold - theyโre the yellow flowers - into a poultice.โ He knew of Snowpawโs disdain for herbs and knew better than to ask such a favor of his littermate, but the only other task left was one that Buckpaw only trusted himself to do, only trusted a trained healer to act out. โWhen you have them chewed up, place the poultice on the dock leaves I carried everything in. When you finish Iโm going to spread the poultice over the wound and then layer the cobweb over it. Brairstar,โ he mewed, turning back around to look at the leader, ragged and beaten, โhold steady. You know battle well. Fight like you always have.โ
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on Jun 14, 2024 20:48:44 GMT -5
Beaverpelt || whispering, ladylantsov, ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ, FeathertalonBeaverpelt nodded. He could do this task. He knelt down next to Briarstar, carefully finding the best position to see all her wounds. He began washing her wounds, doing his best to clean each one precisely and only as much as it required, with all the gentlest a father could muster. |
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Post by ladylantsov on Jun 15, 2024 12:29:16 GMT -5
|| Sorry no laptop so no pretty coding till Monday
BUCKPAW EAGLESWOOP BEAVERPELT ||| Feathertalon [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] whispering ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ
Any ounce of focus the Leader had remaining in the aching shell she currently called her body, was paying attention to her belly. Not the agony of her wounds - though that demanded enough of its own without a choice to it. No, any part of her willpower was settled on the squirming lives inside. Desperately hoping she didnโt feel the movements weaken into nothing, the litter felled before even there first breaths.
Of all the battles sheโd known - this was the first time in a long time she felt true terror.
The wretched Molly doesnโt react when her mate announces the news aloud, or at least does not offer a reaction beyond the weak roll of blazing amber eyes. Briarstar had known the news would eventually come out - this, admittedly, hadnโt been what she was picturing at any point. Though her Clan would likely have dubbed her as half mad if this had been what the leader had envisioned when announcing the litter.
โThe apprentice knows what heโs doing,โ there isnโt even the shadow of a doubt in her words. Compliments had never been the shecatโs list of skills, and while on the brink of bleeding out, chances were she want just saying it to coddle anotherโs feelings.
She believed in the medicine cat apprenticeโs skills.
Not that she had a great deal of choice in the grand scheme of thingsz
If she grimaces at the idea of anything being pressed into her wounds, the dark furred warrior hides the emotion well. The flicker of it distinguished before the embers could bolden into anything close to a flame.
Dark amber eyes meet Buckpawโs copper gaze - more serious than the molly had ever known him. She listens to his orders, her own dark eyes never flinching.
And the Molly does not scream when Buckpawโs cream white paws reach for her torn stomach, applying poultice with firm and practiced movements. Even as agony, hot, white and blinding pierces through her. Even while the dark comfort of unconsciousness beckons her nearer.
She stays awake, paws kneading into the dark earth, claws tearing deep marks into cold earth as she tries to stabilise herself against the pain.
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on Jun 15, 2024 13:16:44 GMT -5
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Buckpaw's poor stomach lurched as he looked to the herbs his brother had spoken of. Their stench already tortured his nose enough, but the though of putting them into his mouth was basically torturous. Before he could even dare to refuse, he let his mentor's words ring through his mind once again. She's pregnant. The mostly white cat silently prayed that Starclan would notice his loyalty and dedication to his leader, mentor, and these unborn kits as he lowered his head toward the bundle of yellow flowers. He began to chew away at them, screwing his eyes shut in distaste as he did so. This discomfort would be well worth the lives it saved, but he still couldn't help hating every second of it. He tried to focus his mind onto how much faith he had in his brother, how grateful he was to have him to help in such a time. He knew that no matter how loudly their parents may yowl during Buckpaw's upcoming naming ceremony, he promised he would be yowling the loudest. Buckpaw was his hero in many ways, but having such an extensive knoweldge of what to do in dire situations was by far the most admirable.
--------------------------------------------------------------------- OakstreakMedicine Cat * 95 moons * He/Him * tagged; --------------------------------------------------------------------- Pawsteps finally crested the log enterance of the camp as Oakstreak had made his return. Everything was quiet and most cats were gone. He imagined Buckpaw was still making his rounds through the camp. He settled into his nest to continue resting his paws again. Sleep would not come to him, but his mind churned endlessly. He knew better than to search for Brairstar now, she was unlikely to still be holed up in her den. Since her kithood she always had paws that itched for adventure. Still, he kept his ears pricked for the sounds of returning cats. He knew he had to talk to her when she did return, and warn her of Paintedmask's intentions. He wasn't sure just how much he should say, especially when he still had to attempt to dissuade the young tom. Worry and soreness made his long, brown fur prickle with uncertainty, the only indicator of him having a concious stream of thought as he laid in his nest.
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Post by whispering on Jun 16, 2024 12:22:41 GMT -5
It was hard to reason with Eagleswoop when he got like this. All his sense of being reasonable vanished amid his terrible rage. Deep down, he knew he was questioning his medicine cat, his superior. His very young superior. All warriors knew you shouldn't challenge a medicine cat's judgment. But the lives of his family were at stake.
The warrior would have pushed his argument had Buckpaw not started barking orders. With one last mutinous glare, Eagleswoop growled before grudgingly obeying, chewing up the orange and yellow leaves of the marigold. And, as carefully as he could, slathering the paste on the dock leaves. It was oddly satisfying, though not enough to ease his nerves.
Like a hawk, he watched carefully as Beaverpelt and Buckpaw worked to clean his mate's wound. Her belly twitched faintly as his kits wriggled inside, still excited from all the action they'd endured. Their safety was all that mattered. He could not bear to lose them before their life could even start. He could not bear to lose more cats he loved before it was their time. The warrior dropped the dock leaf carefully next to the cream apprentice, but he did not argue any further.
Instead, he worked his claws anxiously in the dirt, ignoring the pain that shot up his shoulder as he did so. The ancient mews of the whisper woods were barely audible. His ears strained to make out their voices. Was one of them her? Was she here to comfort him? To protect Briarstar and their kits? Please. Eagleswoop prayed silently, closing his eyes. He envisioned her long fur, hues of dark brown and gold, so similar to his. And, for a second, he smelled her scent, a distant memory now. Of course, she was always with him, always watching him. She'd promised.
"It'll be okay, Snowpaw." Eagleswoop mewed just loud enough for his apprentice to hear, trying to reassure himself as well as the young white tom.
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Post by [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] on Jun 16, 2024 16:06:12 GMT -5
Beaverpelt || whispering, ladylantsov, ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ, FeathertalonBeaverpelt has finished washing Briarstarโs wounds, ensuring as much of the leaf litter was out of her cuts and gashes as possible. โI think thatโs all we can do, Buckpaw. Now is the time to treat the wounds.โ He said quietly, sitting back on his haunches. It felt good; his body was screaming out for rest at this point. |
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on Jun 16, 2024 16:22:04 GMT -5
SnowpawApprentice * 11 moons * He/Him * tagged; @feathertalong ladylantsov [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] whispering --------------------------------------------------------------------- The young cat happily spit the flowery herbs out onto the dock leaf once they were thoroughly turned to mush. Such a taste, he was sure, would take moons to fully wash out of his mouth. His eyes finally dared to look at Eagleswoop, acknowledging his words. If the situation wasn't so dire, he surely would have teased his mentor, knowing those words were definitely meant to soothe his own nerves rather than the apprentice's. With the blaze in Eagleswoop's eyes still present, he opted for a more tactful response instead,"So will the kits." It was the first time they had been acknowledged out loud since Eagleswoop first revealed it. He couldn't help but drift his gaze to where the unborn kittens were surely writhing around inside of Briarstar. He was certain that his mentor would be an amazing father. A small, selfish part of his brain also noted how it would be likely he would one day get to mentor one of them. After all, he had been taught by Eagleswoop himself, surely Brairstar would have confidence in his ability to teach the little apprentices when it came time.
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Post by ladylantsov on Jun 16, 2024 18:09:52 GMT -5
BUCKPAW EAGLESWOOP BEAVERPELT ||| Feathertalon [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] whispering Feathertalon ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ
As Buckpaw had mentioned, Briarstar had been a warrior, tried and tested in the brunt of battle, forged in the heat of flame, long before she had taken on the moniker of -star. She knew the pain of her own blood gushing forth from a vicious wound like an old friend. Knew the way a broken boneโs explicit agony splintered, by all accounts unseen beneath layers of flesh, muscle and blood.
All of that kind of pain would have been welcome to the onslaught of what wrapped through her. So intense it seemed to warp her bones, dragging each muscle down in the direction of gravity.
As cruel as any wound sheโd known, as vicious as the bite of any enemy.
The last thing that had caused her this kind of pain - sheโd ripped the throat out of. But now when she clenches her jaw, all her teeth find purchase on is her own lower jaw.
Something had to be wrong, even as she fought with every ounce of her power to stay still for those attempting to help her injuries, breaths growing more ragged with each second. Something had to be very wrong.
โSomethingโs not right,โ in a slur of thoughts, those words are her most logical, her most understandable. Like the Molly is fighting Starclan itself to keep hold of this first of her lives.
Her first thought is that the kits must be dying. And as the first true spasm of the onslaught of labour hits the older Molly, she looks to the medicine catโs apprentice. She has to fight to keep her voice even and calm, fear is a flicker in the thunderous tone of her voice.
โThe kits,โ she says between gasps for breath. โSave my kits.โ
For all Briarstar had feared being a mother, her ability to be anything more than the warrior life as a clan at had driven her to become. Her first thought is the kittens sheโs spent moons fostering, keeping safe even as a secret known only to her, in those first hints and flickers of life some weeks ago now.
1 life or a hundred, sheโd have given each to protect them now.
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Post by whisperbreeze on Jun 16, 2024 19:01:32 GMT -5
Sunlight glittered against the powdery snow that littered the forest floor, causing Whisperbreeze to squint as the brilliant light was reflected into her deep amber eyes. She placed her paws down lightly, leaving dimples in the smooth white surface she glided across towards a squirrel who was sniffing distractedly at the roots of a conifer tree. With the wind blowing towards her, Whisperbreeze pushed her way forward a little farther, her tail neatly curled into her side to stop it from dragging the snow and scaring her prey back into the safety of the high branches. Just.. A few more... NOW! Pushing off her hind legs, Whisperbreeze nimbly sprang the last couple of fox legths, her paws landing directly on the squirrels back, claws unsheathed. The killing blow was quick, and the furry creature let out a final squeak before going limp in the silver furred warriors paws. A purr of satisfaction rose in Whisperbreeze's throat, rumbling around the furry body she now clamped in her jaws. She was particularly pleased about this catch. Previously, a hare had managed to escape her when the wind shifted and carried her scent right to it, mid stalk. That failure had made her feel like she was a brainless apprentice again, and even though no one had been around to see her bad luck, she had still had to pause and give her chest fur a couple of embarrassed licks. Lucky for Whisperbreeze, this squirrel was particularly plump for the season, and her success with this prey had settled her earlier feelings of failure, and she wouldn't be going back to camp with just the two scrawny finches she had captured before the rabbit, which she was headed to collect now before returning to her clan. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 16, 2024 20:37:10 GMT -5
Goldenchill ยป
Not very often did she have company while piddling around camp. Warriors longed to be out of camp, to survey the land and catch prey. Warriors wanted to stretch their legs and escape the confinement of camp. Warriors wanted to hide among the tall conifers of which the Clan was named after. Rarely did a warrior want to stay in camp for the day, and all the rarer was there a warrior that volunteered to stay in camp. More often than not it was apprentices who ended up spending time with Goldenchill - something she enjoyed greatly, but as a former warrior herself, it was nice to spend time with other warriors, with older cats who understood more about life than apprentices did. Sure, she spent most of her mornings and evenings with Greyhawk, but he was one cat out of an entire Clan. Sometimes the golden molly longed for the company of a friend, not that Greyhawk wasnโt her friend - he was her best friend and the love of her life - but platonic friendship offered something romantic friendship could not.
Goldenchill smiled at Jumptalon. He truly had grown into a fine cat.
The older cat pushed herself to her paws. Once reaching her full height, the molly cast her green gaze around camp. As per usual during this time of day, camp was relatively empty; a few stragglers huddled around in their small groups here and there, warriors who had not been assigned for any morning patrols. From the various expressions painting the visages of her Clanmates, Goldenchill could tell even from where she stood that these stragglers were finding their own tasks to do, their own patrols to create.
A pang of longing thrummed in her chest. The team work that it took for fellow warriors to create their own patrols and provide for their Clan was something Goldenchill missed. Speaking with her denmates, figuring out a plan for their day, happily trotting outside of camp to begin their makeshift patrolโฆ Paws itched to do that again, to go outside and bond with her Clanmates while tracking down prey, while protecting their borders. It had been so long since she had left camp. It was hard, sometimes, knowing that she had imprisoned herself here, knowing that she was the one who stopped her from leaving camp.
But what lay out thereโฆshe couldnโt bear to think about it. She couldnโt bear to walk out there knowing what lay underneath her paws.
Onward she went, paws leading her to the fresh-kill pile. Most of the prey that remained came from yesterdayโs patrols, the few pieces laying there still relatively fresh; however, it was the starling off to the side that appeared ragged and forgotten, a piece of prey that would not be eaten. Goldenchill couldnโt allow it to lay there and rot.
Prodding it with a paw, the queen pulled it away from the rest of the prey that she would allow to remain. โWould you mind taking this outside and burying it? No cat will be eating this anytime soon.โ Hopefully she wasnโt asking too much from Jumptalon. He was already offering a great deal of help to her just by giving her his companionship, but this was something only Jumptalon could do. This starling needed to be disposed of, but there was nothing that could get Goldenchillโs paws to step outside. No amount of pleading would get her to step outside, out there among the trees and the mountains.
Rattlepaw ยป
Carry it back.
Rattlepaw looked at the deceased animals near her paws. Small rivulets of blood trickled from their jaws, their eyes staring sightless toward the shadows of the trees, their limbs stiff as they grew colder by the second.
โYouโre a clean killer, Rattlepaw.โ
She swallowed, brittle and dry. Helping her sister bring back what she had caught was such a simple task. All she had to do was open her jaws and take a few pieces of prey by their scruff. It was so simple. So easy. This was something a moon old kit could accomplish.
Her stomach twisted, a writhing snake. Ribs prodded against her flanks, visible from the lack of food in the last few days. Blue eyes stared down at the corpses so close to her, their scents tantalizing, their bodies a macabre scene of death. Killing prey had been so easy for her once upon a time. Taking the life of another animal had come naturally. Her claws had killed, her fangs had murdered.
A natural killer. A taker of lives. She had once been proud of that title.
Matted gray fur caked in blood. A frozen snarl forever pulling at his lips. Unsheathed claws eager to pierce the flesh of his attacker.
Flinthawkโs body would forever remain in Rattlepawโs mind. It was the sight of her father, dead and lifeless on the camp floor, that had broken any spirit she had had left inside her.
Before she could deny the favor her sister had asked of her, Silentshadow was speaking once more, the black mollyโs intense emberish gaze staring her down. Rattlepaw almost cowered in the presence of her sisterโs stare, but she remained solid, unfaltering.
Something strange. Father wanting them to figure it out. Knowing the truth.
Rattlepaw almost - almost - shivered with degrading laughter. Her father had loved her. He had had an odd way of showing it, but the steel gray tom had truly cared for her and her two littermates. He had been as good as a father as any, the only parent that Rattlepaw had ever known positive affection from, but did he really want Rattlepaw to figure out the truth? Did he really want his only kit that had yet graduated to warriorhood to figure everything out? She understood Flinthawk wanting Silentshadow to unravel the mystery. She would understand if he wanted Slatestorm to help at Silentshadowโs side. But Rattlepaw? The kit who remained an apprentice? Silentshadow had also admitted that their father had said nothing to her about Rattlepaw.
She fidgeted on her paws. The eyes of the dead looked directly at her. Her stomach curled.
A monster lurked in the shadows of ConiferClan. That monster had murdered her father. Had ended his life. Flinthawk had been ambitious and ruthless, cold-blooded in his own way. Perhaps that monster had every right to end his life. But his blood ran deep within Rattlepaw. She was like him in so many ways.
If she prowled too close to the truth would the monster pounce on her as well?
The idea of running away from the Clan occupied her mind. This wasnโt the first time she had experienced such ponderings. She eyed her sister, no words escaping her maw. Would she miss Silentshadow if she ran away? Would Silentshadow miss her?
A flash of white and ginger blurred in her mind. Would Snowpaw miss her? Would she miss him?
What would Slatestorm think?
She didnโt have to wonder what her mother would feel. Wisteriasnow would be thrilled to see her failure of a daughter gone for good.
Knowing that Silentshadow was awaiting a response, Rattlepaw parted her jaws. Words slowly eased out, syllables catching in the back of her throat. โโฆIโฆI can try.โ
Try. It was all she could do.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 16, 2024 20:39:22 GMT -5
Buckpaw ยป
Even a blind kit could see the pain that danced across Briarstarโs face in a macabre display of jumps and twirls. The fierce leader, as stoic as she was, had torn down her walls. She was allowing this circle of Clanmates to see her inner vulnerabilities, showing them a side of the leader that not many had ever witnessed - Briarstar was not the indomitable, emotionless leader that many had come to known, but rather, in this moment, she was simply a Clanmate. A ragged warrior wounded gruesomely in battle. She could feel an injury just like any other cat could. The trembling underneath his paws as he worked thoroughly to place the poultice upon her exposed muscle and flesh was enough to tell Buckpaw that Briarstar was fighting a battle she knew well, yet also knew nothing about.
Buckpaw dared not to turn his gaze away from his patient, yet his ears flicked back, angled toward the warrior, the elder, and his brother that stood a mere mouse-length away. Their whispers tickled the fuzz of his ears, their words urgent, hushed, frantic. Buckpaw waited and waited for one of them to say something about Briarstarโs pain, to demand that the healer apprentice give their injured leader something to ease her agony, but Buckpaw had nothing to give her. He had only left the camp with items that would stave off infection and get the bleeding under control. Pain management had not been his concern. Many would call him daft for such an exclusion, but Buckpaw, while still an apprentice, harkened back to what he had told Eagleswoop mere moments before.
He knew what he was doing.
Out in the field, less was more. He could save more lives by leaving behind a few extra herbs than he would if he had decided to bring the entire den with him. Out in the field, halting bleeding and stabilizing a patient was important. Back in camp he could worry about pain management.
Copper eyes stalled over the leaderโs flank.
Knowing just how deep this situation went, he wouldnโt be able to give the leader much by way of pain management anyway.
Her voice, as weak as it was, was a good sign. If she had the strength, the air, to speak, then she had just enough energy to get through the worst part of this. She was a warrior who had faced countless battles. What was one more battle to a seasoned fighter?
By the time he had finished placing the poultice along her wound, blood stained the young tomโs paws. Cream turned to maroon as he worked his medicinal magic, skilled paws not stopping after the sticky poultice had been applied. Buckpaw worked nonstop until he had layered the talonโs strike with a thick layer of cobweb, inwardly telling himself he needed to thank Beaverpelt for gathering extra.
Buckpaw stepped back, eyeing the work he had just given his time to.
Briarstarโs gaze turned his stomach, her words steady yet drenched in worry.
The cream tabby wanted to believe that this was just the illusion of pain causing the leaderโs mind to stir with panic, but even he could feel that something was wrong. Perhaps it was a faint inkling of his connection to StarClan that was granting him this ability, but something was stirring. There was something more than just a flesh wound.
Buckpaw met the leaderโs gaze with all the sincerity in the world reflected in his own. โYou and your kits will be fine,โ he promised.
StarClan, guide my paws, he prayed immediately after the words left his lips.
The young tom took a step back. He couldnโt do anything but watch at the moment. A sweep of his tail motioned toward Eagleswoop and Snowpaw. โCheck the area and make sure no predators are nearby.โ The sound of a scuffle and the scent of blood would draw any lurking carnivore out of the shadows. โBeaverpelt, can you find some moss and soak it with water?โ A small stream trickled nearby, not so far that it would take Beaverpelt ages to return. Briarstar needed water and she needed a secured area. She was in no condition to move just yet, and Buckpaw had to keep an eye on her, waiting for whatever was to come next.
Paintedmask ยป
Paintedmask was not getting rid of Asterfrost. She was a burr and he was the unfortunate pelt that she had gotten stuck to. He admired her stubbornness, her bull-headed determination, but even he had to admit that sometimes this ego of hers ruffled his pelt the wrong way.
Then again, he pondered, a true leader could make light of a less than favorable situation. If he could successfully provide for his Clan even alongside a half-tired warrior, then surely that was enough to show that he went above and beyond every other ConiferClan warrior.
Claw tips flexed against the ground.
Soon. Soon this camp would be his. Soon he would stand before his fellow Clanmates as their leader.
Ten lives. He just had to get through ten lives.
Stalking off into the forest to hunt down prey would be the perfect time to think his plans through even more, to decide exactly how he was going to feed deathberries to Gingerflame, to decide how he was going to rid the Clan of Briarstar. Out there in the forest alone would be the perfect way to fantasize about the glory that would soon be his, but he had to take another cat with him. Paintedmask wanted to be efficient, wanted to give his Clan the most that he could, and hunting with a Clanmate at his side would accomplish just that.
Amber eyes glanced toward Asterfrost once more. The way she tip-toed on her paws and carried the scents of the outside world on her pelt told him she was ready to rest, but her stubbornness would see her back out there hunting at his side.
His ear flicked, the tip of his tail twitching. Her question rang in his mind - what other cat would he even bring with him?
Eyes pulled away from the molly and circled the empty camp. With the sight of Rookberry and Hazelspring leaving camp, it appeared that only a few warriors remained. Goldenchill and Jumptalon picked away at the fresh-kill pile. Jumptalon was not a cat that stayed in camp for long, but it seemed as if he was there to give Goldenchill some company. The queen had not left camp for many seasons, so it never surprised Paintedmask to see her as the only cat still inside camp while others patrolled, but it wasnโt often she had another cat at her side. He supposed he could have asked Jumptalon to accompany him instead, but not even Paintedmask was cruel enough to take away Goldenchillโs rare chance at company.
Another flick of the ear, a second twitch of the tail. Asterfrost was a cat he hunted well with, she just needed to not slow him down. She needed to stay alert and out of her thoughts.
He turned on his paws. โStay focused and hunt well, then.โ It was all he had to offer Asterfrost verbally before walking toward the exit of camp. With or without her Paintedmask was going to hunt for his Clan. Leaf-bare was approaching. They needed all the food they could get.
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Post by whisperbreeze on Jun 16, 2024 21:33:09 GMT -5
Whisperbreeze sniffed at the spot where she had scraped cold earth over the prey she had collected, her whiskers twitching in irritation at the two scrawny finches she unearthed. It's a nice haul of prey for one cat, but i would rather have come across a rabbit today, she mused to herself. A soft thud sounding as she dropped the squirrel beside the pair of finches, licking her whiskers at the previous thought before grabbing both birds by the tail feathers, and the squirrel by its rear foot, stretching her neck, chin high to not stumble over the animals head as it dragged between her front paws. A trail of awkwardly placed paw shaped dimples and a shaky line followed Whisperbreeze as she padded along, attempting to remain acutely aware of both her surroundings, and not tripping over her prey. Her ears flicked around in all directions, attempting to make up for the fact that her sense of smell was flooded with the savory aroma of her catch, and her sight remained flicking between her paws and the path in front of her. All seemed quiet though, giving Whisperbreeze confidence that her treck back to camp would be peaceful. Soon enough, camp came into Whisperbreeze's vision, and she couldn't help but skip a little, her fur fluffing up against the chill as she picked up her pace. The she-cats neck ached after carrying her catch back to camp, and she was thrilled at the prospect of depositing her load onto the fresh kill pile. Possibly even getting a bite to eat before another duty awaited to be seen to. Perhaps after a good meal I'll head to the brook for a drink and see if I can catch something on the way back, she thought to herself. Stumbling through the entrance to camp, Whisperbreeze let her shoulders droop a little as she neared the fresh kill pile, a sigh of relief following the soft thunk sound of her squirrel and finchest hitting the top of the fresh kill pile. |
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Post by ladylantsov on Jun 17, 2024 11:53:10 GMT -5
BUCKPAW EAGLESWOOP BEAVERPELT SNOWPAW ||| Feathertalon [X] . VeniVidiVici . [X] whispering Feathertalon ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ
With every heartbeat that passes, the molly finds it harder to concentrate on anything around her. The agony demanding every ounce of attention she possessed, she had to wrestle it into submission to hear what Buckpaw had said.
She was struck with the need for Eagleswoop to stay close - like his departure from her side right now would be a pain worse than what she was suffering. Her jaws part with a request for Eagleswoop not to leave her, but pain steals the chance from her again.
Briarstar watches, as the three toms disappear to follow Buckpawโs orders.
She wants to disappea, her instinct wanted her to deal with this alone. Private and sacred as it ought to be.
But it seemed it was already too late for that.
It could have been minutes, hours even days that pass then. Briarstar lost to her own world, hardly reacting to anything beyond that. Lapping at dampened moss when prompted to, trying to concentrate on the murmurs of encouragement from her clan mates. But they were as tangible as the voices of the whisper woods in that period of time.
This battle was hers to fight and hers alone.
As time passes her kits movements grow quieter, more subtle. Instead her stomach muscles spasm and roll, forceful movements that are as involuntary as breathing. There comes a marked change a short while in, when Briarstar can be seen working with the pain instead of fighting against it. How every muscle tenses and coils, latent power not used to fight but now to birth.
A groan, a spasm and the pressure becomes so intense sheโs certain something in her gut is about to explode, a sensation like nothing the leader had ever known in all her moons. Whilst Briarstar didnโt especially understand what was going on, the mechanics of it. Her body and instincts knew what to do.
The Molly strains, ears flattening back to her head as she pushes with every inch of her wavering energy.
Until finally the queenโs efforts are rewarded, and a quite tiny, dark furred bundle of fluff tumbles into the long-grasses behind her. Still in its kitting sac, mewling furiously at the indignity of all this nonsense.
Briarstar, whoโd seen battle in just about every form the stars could offer it to her, looks outright startled at the sight of her firstborn kitten - a tiny son. The elder queenโs expression was almost comical, and she doesnโt give the medicine cat apprentice the chance to react first. As she lowers her head to sniff curiously at the little kit, whose tiny paws reach for her face, mewling - already searching for her milk.
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Post by Dew on Jun 17, 2024 12:22:27 GMT -5
Gingerflame 
Gingerflame kept his eyes trained on his apprentice, well as best as you could through the fog. Hunting patrols sent up here were small, so they could stick together. It was hard to see things that weren't a few feet away. So, as it stands, Gingerflame was not surprised that Owlpaw hadn't caught the mouse. It was very rare any cat didn't miss a catch, even a well trained warrior, and an apprentice that had only rarely hunted up here... well, you got the point.
"Nice try Owlpaw. Learning to hunt in the Peaks can be challenging. What is one thing you think you could do differently?" This was the one question he had asked every apprentice he had ever trained. If they missed a catch, performed a battle move incorrectly a few times, it was asked. It wasn't to make a cat feel bad about themselves, it was to think. A strong warrior used their mind and body, and knowing what you were doing wrong is a skill that Gingerflame thought every cat should know. It doesn't help anyone for another to tell you that you are doing something wrong, you need to know what you were doing wrong, and how to improve. After all, there was always room for improvement. Even strong cats like Briarstar could improve on a few things.
Hazelspring
Hazelspring followed Rookberry, indicating that he was to lead. She loved her former mentor, but most of the time she couldn't think of how nice he was, just the look on his face when he had told her she hadn't passed. Sadness, pity. Would Sunnynose pity her too? Or would he not want to hang out with an apprentice who had failed her assessment? Most memories of young Hazelpaw were about her daydreaming about Sunnynose, who was only slightly older then she was. How stupid it was.
The scent of the outside camp soothed her slightly, as it usually did. The sounds distracted her from her thoughts about herself and Sunnynose. The thing she wanted to stay away from was the fact that she didn't regret any of it. She didn't regret becoming mates with Sunnynose, and she didn't regret having her kits. She did regret how it ended. But it wasn't her fault, right? If she had done something differently, would they still be mates? Would they be happy? Or was it just in his nature to move from one she-cat to the next? Hazelspring had known about the fling he had had with another she-cat that had resulted in Wolfstride, but she hadn't listened. She had ignored the signs.
Just focus on the cat that wants to spend time with you Hazelspring! It isn't 'pity yourself day!'
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Post by whispering on Jun 17, 2024 16:08:49 GMT -5
Something is wrong.
With three simple words, Eagleswoop's confidence shattered. His heart took a dangerous drop into his stomach. His blood grew cold, dark tabby fur bristling in fear- anger. Briarstar's face, riddled with pain, was a look that would surely haunt his dreams. His mate was correct: something was very wrong. Everything about this was all wrong. She told me everything would be fine!
Panic brought him rushing to his mate's side, but he skidded to an abrupt stop as Buckpaw began barking orders.
Check the area and make sure no predators are nearby.
Did that mean the kits were...?
For a moment, Eagleswoop only stood. Briarstar's anguish mirrored on his face. Day and night, the warrior had helped her to conceal their secret. He'd stay up most nights when insomnia consumed her, comforting her when she struggled to keep her meals down, coaxing her to eat when she refused to try again, whispering sweet nothings to her and their unborn kits that stirred whenever his meow sounded. But here he was hopeless. Pregnancy was an experience a tom could never truly understand. They were mere bystanders who could only offer their support and undying love. Though he may have done a damned good job as a paternal figure the past quarter moon, nothing could have prepared him for this moment. Both because he had no idea how to help and because it was too soon.
Many battles they'd fought, side by side, so in tune with each other, they no longer had to plan a battle strategy. Their spirits were intertwined; she knew what he was planning as he did for her. But birth was a battle you could not go into confidently. It was a gamble that could end victorious or unsuccessful. Eagleswoop knew just how cruel the outcomes could be. He was a victim firsthand. A flash of tabby fur appeared in the corner of his eye, and warm breath stirred his sensitive ear fur.
Quit being a sap and secure the perimeter, mouse-brain. The familiar, rough voice sounded.
Right. Orange eyes lingered on his suffering leader before he painfully turned away, limping opposite his apprentice. His jaws gaped as he drank in the air for any nearby threats, ears erect. He would not allow any creature to dare prey on his mate and kits. He'd sacrifice himself if it meant the others could escape safely.
But the brave face quickly faltered at the sound of an ear-piercing wail. The forest stilled, and all was quiet. Before he knew it, his paws carried him over to his mate, staring in awe at the beautiful sight. A tiny, dark bundle squirmed at Briarstar's belly, mewling pitifully. "He looks like me." The warrior said in a hushed voice, bending down to sniff at the little warrior- his little warrior. The little tom gave a furious squeak, causing Eagleswoop to release an amused puff of air from his nose. "And he acts like you." He teased, a loving purr rumbling deep in his chest.
This was the moment they'd been waiting for. Perhaps it'd come a bit early under terrifying conditions due to his stubborn mate, but it was all worth it. "W-what do we do now?" He asked Buckpaw, eyeing Briarstar's still swollen belly. However rewarding it seemed, it wasn't the end. His previous quarrel with the young cream tom was forgotten. Snowpaw would tell him if something seemed odd. Eagleswoop was needed here, with his family.
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Post by ๐ก๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ท๐ท๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ on Jun 17, 2024 20:50:07 GMT -5
SnowpawApprentice * 11 moons * He/Him * tagged; ladylantsov whispering @vendividivici Feathertalon--------------------------------------------------------------------- As the apprentice padded away from the center of the action, he couldn't help but be a bit relieved. Checking for the scents of any dangerous creatures nearby was something he could handle, witnessing the miracle of kits being born however...was not. He opened his mouth and readily drunk in the scents of the forest around him. All seemed to be calm for the moment, as the only fresh scents were that of prey that had scattered at the sound of their scuffle. Snowpaw was taking this job very seriously, which was only slightly out of character for him. He preferred to keep things light and cheerful more often than not. Kit birth and grievous wounds called for seriousness, even he could realize. He tried to not show how tired todays events had left him. Despite his youth, he was ran down by the intensity of their running and fighting for the day.
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