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Post by Brownie on Nov 4, 2024 15:45:32 GMT -5
x - Moon 41 - x
late autumn; sudden storms and floods Clan Events:
Amberdapple, Blazetumble, Pheasantdrift, Thorncrawl, Tansyhusk and Dashkit die when camp floods
Blizzardwing is named PlumClan's new deputy
The Clan takes in Meowyman, an ancient loner.
Fresh kill pile: overflowing Begs StarClan to take care of Amberdapple Major Events Event: Fawnstar asks Wildclove out. She really thought he felt the same, and doesn't want to talk about his rejection. Patrol: Border Relationships - Spars with Dogstripe (++)
- Talks with Duststep and Firnvoice
- Tries to save Pheasantdrift (+)
- Feels like no one understands her like Wildclove does (++rom) with Crunchytail, Feathersong
Event : Caution
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Fawnstar leads the patrol carefully. The floodwaters have done so much damage to the orchards, and she worries about fallen branches or sharp debris underpaw. Her caution pays off, and the patrol safely takes stock of the damage without being injured. Major Events Event: Dies in the flood Patrol: DEAD Relationships - Thinks Daisytuft was nice to her (+) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Gives Duststep a very important role Major Events Event: Is named deputy Patrol: Training Relationships - Enjoys Cloverfur's steady presence (+++) with Hawkheart, Orangepad
Event : Badger
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The one good thing about the flood is that it seems to have removed the badger threat on their territory. The sett is entirely ruined, no sign of the creature to be found even days after the flood. Good riddance. Tries to convince Quickshade to help her Major Events Event: Catches whitecough from the sudden chill Patrol: SICK Relationships - Asks Crunchytail for a favor, and is upset when she refuses (---)
- Thinks Daisytuft is a good warrior (+) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Major Events Event: Amberdapple dies in the flood Patrol: DEAD Relationships - Gives Golddusk a task
- Discusses Clan news with Dogstripe (+++) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Major Events Event: Finchheart worries her position might need to be extended. She sprains a paw escaping the flood
Patrol: INJURED Relationships - Is wowed by Hawkheart's bravery (+++)
- Checks up on Daisytuft (+) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Wonders what happened to the orchards during the flood Patrol: Border Relationships - Watches over Leopardkit for a while (++)
- Saw Orangepad being considerate (+) with Cloverfur, Pineconenibble
Event : Scent trail
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : In the middle of remarking the border, Cloverfur smells a distinct scent trail that crossed it. The patrol immediately stops their task and switches to tracking the scent. At the end they find an ancient kittypet, barely able to wheeze his own name. Firnvoice is insistent that they make him comfortable and the patrol escorts him to camp. Misses Amberdapple's warmth Major Events Event: Is in shock Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Envies Wildclove (--)
- Thinks Bumblecrest is a good warrior (+) with Beechfawn, Rindlestripe
Event : Debris
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : As the patrol crunches through debris and fallen leaves, Beechfawn explains an idea he had for using the damage to their advantage. It's tedious, setting up the deadfalls into traps for squirrels, but it's effective and each cat comes home with one squirrel for the pile. Patrol: Training Relationships - Bickered about something trivial with Jamilah
- Plans to help Daffodilnose with a problem (++) with Daisytuft, Duststep
Event : Camp chores
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They need to get their old camp clear so they can move back in before the first frosts. It's sad, being in the burned husk of their old camp, but it's also cleansing to clear out the charred remains of nests and dens. It will be a long time until it feels like home again, but they make a good start. Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Hangs out with Forestfreckle (++)
- Misses Tansyhusk (++) with Lilacshade, Beechfawn
Event : Debris
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : As the patrol crunches through debris and fallen leaves, Beechfawn explains an idea he had for using the damage to their advantage. It's tedious, setting up the deadfalls into traps for squirrels, but it's effective and each cat comes home with one squirrel for the pile. Major Events Event: Rejects Fawnstar's advances. Is no longer sore Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Talks to Stargazer (+)
- Had a difficult conversation with Orangepad, and ended up resenting his answers (---) with Bumblecrest, Daffodilnose
Event : Fish
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The floodwaters brought pools of water onto land, and some of these puddles contained fish, stranded now that the floods have went down. The fish are easy pickings, and Bumblecrest manages to snag a large trout. Crunchytail STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Tries to organize the younger cats Patrol: Border Relationships - Caught Rindlestripe in a lie (---)
- Gives Leopardkit some of her prey (++) with Fawnstar, Feathersong
Event : Caution
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Fawnstar leads the patrol carefully. The floodwaters have done so much damage to the orchards, and she worries about fallen branches or sharp debris underpaw. Her caution pays off, and the patrol safely takes stock of the damage without being injured. Helps Crunchytail organize the younger cats Major Events Event: Recovers from her headache Patrol: Border Relationships - Enjoys Lilacshade's company (+++)
- Helps Mousepaw escape the flood (++) with Golddusk, Dogstripe
Event : Pawprints
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : It's easy to find trespassers in all this mud and water. They easily track the BurdockClan patrol and send them fleeing after a short skirmish, where Sapling and Golddusk's skills intimidate the BurdockClan cats from making a serious scrap out of it.
Is glad she's back on her paws Major Events Event: Recovers from her burns with a scar Patrol: Border Relationships - Is envious that Golddusk got easier chores (--)
- Admires Daffodilnose's dedication (++) with Fawnstar, Crunchytail
Event : Caution
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Fawnstar leads the patrol carefully. The floodwaters have done so much damage to the orchards, and she worries about fallen branches or sharp debris underpaw. Her caution pays off, and the patrol safely takes stock of the damage without being injured. Prays that Blazetumble is doing well in StarClan Major Events Event: Pulls himself out of his grief Patrol: Border Relationships - Grabs Leopardkit and takes her to safety (+++)
- Bickered with Orangepad with Firnvoice, Pineconenibble
Event : Scent
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : In the middle of remarking the border, Cloverfur smells a distinct scent trail that crossed it. The patrol immediately stops their task and switches to tracking the scent. At the end they find an ancient kittypet, barely able to wheeze his own name. Firnvoice is insistent that they make him comfortable and the patrol escorts him to camp. Is trying to comfort his Clanmates Patrol: Border Relationships - Doesn't want to see Bristlefur (--)
- Thinks Snowkit is helpful (+) with Dogstripe, Sapling
Event : Pawprints
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : It's easy to find trespassers in all this mud and water. They easily track the BurdockClan patrol and send them fleeing after a short skirmish, where Sapling and Golddusk's skills intimidate the BurdockClan cats from making a serious scrap out of it. Wishes she'd been picked for deputy Patrol: Training Relationships - Heard an ugly rumor about Pineconenibble (---)
- Grabs Snowkit and takes her to safety (+++) with Stargazer, Daisytuft
Event : Camp chores
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They need to get their old camp clear so they can move back in before the first frosts. It's sad, being in the burned husk of their old camp, but it's also cleansing to clear out the charred remains of nests and dens. It will be a long time until it feels like home again, but they make a good start. Saw twolegs close to camp Major Events Event: Recovers from his bite wound Patrol: Training Relationships - Growled at Pheasantdrift (--) with Blizzardwing, Orangepad
Event : Badger
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The one good thing about the flood is that it seems to have removed the badger threat on their territory. The sett is entirely ruined, no sign of the creature to be found even days after the flood. Good riddance. Helps Quickshade find a dry spot to sleep Patrol: Training Relationships - Reassures Golddusk (+) with Stargazer, Duststep
Event : Camp chores
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They need to get their old camp clear so they can move back in before the first frosts. It's sad, being in the burned husk of their old camp, but it's also cleansing to clear out the charred remains of nests and dens. It will be a long time until it feels like home again, but they make a good start. Thinks about all the mistakes she's made Patrol: Border Relationships - Doesn't think Orangepad was telling the truth (-) with Larchspeck, Kiteprickle
Event : BurdockClan in trouble
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The patrol reaches the border and sees a young BurdockClan warrior that got too close to the flooded stream. Forestfreckle can't stand by and dives in to rescue them, dragging the young cat ashore to their panicked Clanmates. BurdockClan thanks her for her bravery. Protonbear STATUS: MANGLED TAIL || asrise Is feeling a lot better Patrol: INJURED Relationships - Shares prey with Duststep (+++) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Is glad to be working with Duststep (++)
with Lilacshade, Rindlestripe
Event : Debris
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : As the patrol crunches through debris and fallen leaves, Beechfawn explains an idea he had for using the damage to their advantage. It's tedious, setting up the deadfalls into traps for squirrels, but it's effective and each cat comes home with one squirrel for the pile. Patrol: NURSING Relationships - Nods politely at Daisytuft with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Got lost, but found her way home Major Events Event: Disappears for a few days, and returns with a lilac nylon collar around her neck Patrol: Border Relationships - Is upset Bristlefur is ignoring her (---) with Larchspeck, Forestfreckle
Event : BurdockClan in trouble
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The patrol reaches the border and sees a young BurdockClan warrior that got too close to the flooded stream. Forestfreckle can't stand by and dives in to rescue them, dragging the young cat ashore to their panicked Clanmates. BurdockClan thanks her for her bravery. Wants to get to know Dogstripe Major Events Event: Recovers from her burn with a scar. Catches whitecough Patrol: SICK Relationships - Shares a joke with Pineconenibble (+) with .
Event: .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Major Events Event: Dies in the flood Patrol: DEAD Relationships - with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Wonders what kittypets are like Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Thinks Marshfur is a good cat (+) with Wildclove, Daffodilnose
Event : Fish
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The floodwaters brought pools of water onto land, and some of these puddles contained fish, stranded now that the floods have went down. The fish are easy pickings, and Bumblecrest manages to snag a large trout. Will keep Pheasantdrift close in her heart Patrol: Border Relationships - Stole Fawnstar's catch out from under her nose (--) with Firnvoice, Cloverfur
Event : Scent
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : In the middle of remarking the border, Cloverfur smells a distinct scent trail that crossed it. The patrol immediately stops their task and switches to tracking the scent. At the end they find an ancient kittypet, barely able to wheeze his own name. Firnvoice is insistent that they make him comfortable and the patrol escorts him to camp. Told a fond story at Pheasantdrift's vigil Major Events Event: Recovers from his burns with a scar Patrol: Border Relationships - Thinks Daffodilnose is avoiding him (-) alone
Event : Pawprints
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : On his walk around the territory, Bristlefur comes across a trail of pawprints and an odd scent. Another trespasser? Again? He's worried about confronting a cat alone, but can't leave them to wander in PlumClan's territory unchecked. With his fur puffed up and a loud yowl, he confronts the rogue. Luckily the cat doesn't realize Bristlefur is alone and flees without a fight. Major Events Event: Dies in the flood Patrol: DEAD Relationships - with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Is doing her best to support Fawnstar Patrol: Border Relationships - Thinks Marshfur isn't very considerate (-) with Sapling, Golddusk
Event : Pawprints
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : It's easy to find trespassers in all this mud and water. They easily track the BurdockClan patrol and send them fleeing after a short skirmish, where Sapling and Golddusk's skills intimidate the BurdockClan cats from making a serious scrap out of it. Saw twolegs close to camp Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Thinks Kiteprickle is correct (+) with Kiteprickle, Forestfreckle
Event : BurdockClan in trouble
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The patrol reaches the border and sees a young BurdockClan warrior that got too close to the flooded stream. Forestfreckle can't stand by and dives in to rescue them, dragging the young cat ashore to their panicked Clanmates. BurdockClan thanks her for her bravery. Major Events Event: Dies in the flood Patrol: DEAD Relationships -
with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Begs StarClan to bring Tansyhusk back to him Patrol: Training Relationships - Thinks Rookkit should be more careful (--) with Blizzardwing, Hawkheart
Event : Badger
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The one good thing about the flood is that it seems to have removed the badger threat on their territory. The sett is entirely ruined, no sign of the creature to be found even days after the flood. Good riddance. Begs StarClan to send Tansyhusk back to him Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Thinks Blizzardwing is a good choice for deputy (+) with Wildclove, Bumblecrest
Event : Fish
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The floodwaters brought pools of water onto land, and some of these puddles contained fish, stranded now that the floods have went down. The fish are easy pickings, and Bumblecrest manages to snag a large trout. Tries to get to know Protonbear Patrol: INJURED Relationships - Admires Firnvoice (++) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Mousepaw STATUS: INFECTED CAT BITE || OPEN Is teasing Daisytuft Patrol: INJURED Relationships - Wants Quickshade to tell him another story (++) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Meowyman STATUS: WASTING DISEASE || OPEN Is in awe of the Clan Major Events Event: A pale classic tabby tom with heterochromatic emerald and copper eyes and a lime bell collar. Charismatic, steady paws, fast runner. 248 moons. This ancient tom was found wandering around beside the road. The Clan took him in to keep him comfortable, smelling the decay on his pelt and knowing he was slowly withering away. - with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Quickshade STATUS: WHITECOUGH || OPEN Is worried now that Amberdapple is gone Major Events Event: Catches whitecough Patrol: SICK Relationships - Caught Dapplesong saying something rude (---)
- Thinks Rindlestripe is a brave cat (+) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Asks Daisytuft about her day - Likes Bristlefur (+) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Major Events Event: Dies in the flood Patrol: DEAD Relationships - with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Is bugging the warriors to teach her to hunt - Said something rude to Crunchytail (-) with .
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Outcome : . Looks forward to his apprentice ceremony - Appreciates Firnvoice's games the most (+++) with .
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Post by snowfall1 on Nov 4, 2024 16:07:23 GMT -5
Marshfur Finally she didn’t feel like she was on fire she turns to leave and begins caughing and gets made to stay in the medicine den, then she sees water raising and being the excellent swimmer she was she grabbed the closest cat to her which was little Snowkit and rushed to safety, she sees one of her brothers but she was in the moment of panic and didn’t look more carefully to see which one he was. Marshfur gives Snowkit to dustpelt to bring her to safety quicker as she looks around to see lots of the cats in the clan coming out of the flooded camp. Marshfur turns to pineconenibble “well we should wave bye to our camp. Get it?” Marshfur realises three cats that important to her aren’t there. “Thorn?, Pheasant!? BLAZE!? where are they!” She meowed and looked around before a medicine cat brought her to the new medicine den as she has whitecough. She could see Dogstripe help brining some herbs to the medicine cats. As Marshfur was resting waiting for a chance to escape the medicine den, a small white head pops up “Marshfur can you teach me how to hunt?” Snowkit asks, “aren’t you too young?” Marshfur asks back and Snowkit sits infront of the she cat. Tagging: 🎄tansypool🪿 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚎 |
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Post by boragesky on Nov 4, 2024 20:09:03 GMT -5
PHEASANTDRIFT
[ Not Deserved ]
" I've got to stay... true... JUST... as long as she (he)... NEEDS... MEEEEEEEEEEE! " (As Long As He Needs Me from Oliver!)
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This is all my fault.
Always was.
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Pheasantdrift ran as fast as she could when a flood wave came after her, but alas, it struck her and she came tumbling after the waves hit her, her paws flailing around as she suddenly hit a tree, she climbed up the tree and watched the flood waves go, until she suddenly saw Blazetumble in the wreckage. She shrieked and almost fell, but felt paws grab her.
Fawnstar.
The one who helped her with her doubts earlier on, Pheasantdrift's role model time and time again, leader of PlumClan. "... Fawnstar." she simply stated. "I... I don't deserve this!" she exclaimed. "I cut my claw at the vine and started the fire! I caused the death of many cats from that! Why do I deserve remorse?"
Pheasantdrift was absolutely shocked when Fawnstar explained her reasoning for trying to save her. Pheasantdrift buried her head into the grasping paws of Fawnstar. "I guess... maybe I do deserve to live."
But then, a branch struck her.
Right out of Fawnstar's paws.
And into the water.
It all cut to black, and the noise was cut off instantly
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Pheasantdrift's eyes adjusted, and her eyes opened...
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This isn't the Dark Forest...
Wait... what? She's not supposed to be here! SHE caused deaths! What did she deser-
"Pheasantdrift?"
Almost instantly, Pheasantdrift's head shot up. She instantly recognized the smoky gray she-cat, with her orange eyes. Pheasantdrift's eyes began to water. "...P-...Pumpkinswipe...?" she muttered. Pumpkinswipe instantly ran in Pheasant's direction, before ramming into her.
"Welcome To StarClan!" Pumpkinswipe told her. Pheasantdrift stood up and shook her fur. "But... I started the fire though... I cut at the vi-" Pheasantdrift was interrupted when Pumpkinswipe pressed against her nose. Pheasantdrift's fur bristled in shock, and excitement too.
"I love you."
[ OOC - SCREW YOU! (canons your pheasantpumpkin) ]
[ MENTIONED - Blazetumble (Dew), Fawnstar (Feathertalon), and Pumpkinswipe (Me) ] |
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Warrior of Love :heart: :heart:
Cyanidestar/Bumblebubble
Underneath darkened skies, there's a light kept alive...
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Post by Cyanidestar/Bumblebubble on Nov 4, 2024 22:06:22 GMT -5
"...Well, one time Pheasantdrift and I were on patrol. I decided to tackle her for no reason whatsoever, and it was hilarious. She was a good cat." Bristlefur stated. Camp would be emptier without their clanmates, and that kit... They should have lived a fulfilling life, catch their first prey, train hard, and perhaps become deputy or even leader... And Tansyhusk. Their former apprentice. They couldn't have been prouder of that fine young warrior. Pheasantdrift was gone now, but they'd better keep living. For the code, for the clan, for the dead.
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Post by asrise on Nov 5, 2024 9:01:53 GMT -5
 Lilacshade Flood - Amberdapple swept away It had been a chilly leaf-fall day when the storms started. Darkened clouds heavy with rain pulled over the sun, almost blocking the light out. And the rains. The deluge was so bad that the middle of camp had been churned into a mud pit that cats tiptoed around to avoid, and barely any cat was able to go out to patrol without returning cold and wet. Lilacshade grumbled, returning to her nest and curling up in the damp moss, hoping her sleep would not be as terrible as the night before.
She awoke with a start, water pooling around her ankles as the rain thundered on outside the camp, a slow rushing noise coursing through her ears. Splashing out of the warriors den in a rush, the senior warrior found herself face to face with a cascade of water rushing into the camp, swirling into the middle. She was almost swept off her paws before she planted them both firmly into the mud. Soon, the camp will be filled with water! Lilacshade forced herself to take another sticky step through the mud, letting out a loud yowl to alert any other cats who hadn’t woken yet. “Flood! The cabin isn’t safe!”
Just as she yowled, another rush of water, greater than the ones before broke through the wall of the camp, careening into the medicine den. “Amberdapple!” She yowled, diving into the stream. Her claws scrabbled at the twigs floating in the newly created rapids, grabbling up the pile of debris just in time to see Amberdapple being swept away, her head bobbing in and out of the waters as she was flushed down the floodplain. Lilacshade’s legs shook, about to buckle as she let out a heartbroken yowl. This can’t be happening! No, I won’t allow it! “H-Hold on, Amberdapple! I’m coming, please just keep your head up!”
She primed her quivering legs for a jump into the debris choked floodwater, unable to bear the sound of Amberdapple’s cries. I must save her… but if I drown, at least it will be with her. A grim thought echoed through her mind. Like Hatchhusk and Leopardcry. We can’t be separated!
But before she could make the leap, she felt a pair of fangs fasten into her scruff, roughly pulling her back onto the safety of stable ground. Lilacshade hissed, trying to tear away, but the grip was too strong. She turned around, recognizing Wildclove. He was telling her something, but all she could hear was the rushing of the water and the panicked yowls of the swept away cats. “Let me go!” Lilacshade screeched, batting her free paw at his face. “I can’t leave her, you don’t understand!”
I’m alive.
I survived.
She didn’t.
Eventually, the flood had receded. It was a mockingly sunny day today, in fact. A sun that could no longer warm Amberdapple’s pelt. The tortoiseshell medicine cat was not the only loss. Thorncrawl, the deputy, Pheasantdrift, Tansyhusk, Blazetumble, Dashkit… They drowned too. But Amberdapple was the only one that mattered to her. It still didn’t feel real. And in a rare moment, tears sprung to Lilacshade’s eyes. I’ve lost many friends before. But you are so, so much more than that, Amberdapple… “How can I go on without you?” It came out as a hoarse, cracked whisper. “I feel so useless! How could I have let you die?”
“I was supposed to protect you. I’ve never felt like I did with you. And I let you slip away…”
She tossed a look over her shoulder, swallowing back the rest of her tears. This is no time to cry. There is so much to do for the clan. And I am PlumClan’s warrior, not Amberdapple’s. Lilacshade swept past Widclove. Even seeing him nod in acknowledgement hurt. He rejected Fawnstar… but he doesn’t understand just how valuable something like love is. How can cats throw away a treasure I’ve lost?
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#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 5, 2024 20:54:22 GMT -5
Fawnstar »
tries to save pheasantdrift - boragesky begs starclan to take care of amberdapple
Burning embers and choking smoke. The fateful fire that had burned PlumClan’s camp and snuffed out so many lives still hung heavy over Fawnstar, over her entire Clan. Some of her warriors still bore burns from the flames, some of her warriors still coughing from the smoke they had breathed in. Some of her warriors were still grieving for their loved ones that they had lost to the raging inferno.
And now tragedy was striking once more, not allowing any rest or recovery for the cats Fawnstar so desperately cared for.
Chilling water and immobilizing currents. Water poured through the makeshift camp of PlumClan, hungry and ruthless. The recent rains had been brutal in the last few days, but Fawnstar had never expected something like this. She had never imagined a flood sweeping through her Clan so soon after a fire had blazed its way into her camp. She wasn’t even sure who had sounded the alarm first, but what the tortoiseshell did know was that she needed to save her Clan. She needed to get her cats away from this new disaster.
Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Fawnstar sent out a desperate plea to her ancestors above. StarClan, guide my paws and keep my Clan safe!
She dove into the water.
Brown fur water-logged into black was the first sign of life Fawnstar managed to find among the chaos of water. While it did not matter who she was saving, who she was getting to first, the leader did have to take a moment to figure out which Clanmate she had leaped for. She had so many cats to watch out for, so many cats to protect, and with the flood water drenching the pelt of her Clanmates, distinguishable markings and colors just weren’t helping her identify who the cat was.
Pheasantdrift.
The young molly was desperate as she clung onto the soaked bark of a tree, crying out as a Clanmate’s body tumbled past them in the chilling waters. Fawnstar’s blood ran cold. She had witnessed death time and time again, had even experienced it herself on more than one occasion, but she didn’t think she would ever get used to seeing it. Especially in such a traumatic way.
Blazetumble… So young and so full of promise. She prayed StarClan would take him with open paws.
Pheasantdrift’s voice snapped the leader out of her thoughts. While the young molly spluttered on about the fire, about how she believed she had somehow started that tragic event, Fawnstar busied herself with trying to get her up and out of the danger. ”Had you started the fire or not, why should you be left to drown in this water now? My duty as Clan leader is to protect all those who loyally serve under me, and never once have I doubted your loyalty and service for PlumClan.” Fawnstar pulled forward, feeling herself budge, feeling herself tug Pheasantdrift forward.
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A slip of the paw. A hiss of water.
It was cruel irony, Fawnstar thought to herself, as the cat known as Pheasantdrift drifted away.
A mournful yowl, a cry, a shuddering sob. Fawnstar wasn’t sure what escaped from her mouth.
Please, StarClan, guide her to your hunting grounds swiftly. Watch over my Clan.
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In the wreckage they had found too many bodies. In the wreckage they had found no evidence that some of her Clanmates had ever existed.
Pheasantdrift, Blazetumble, Tansyhusk, Thorncrawl, Dashkit.
So many young cats. So many warriors who had so much to live for. A second deputy she had lost in just a few short moons. A kit who had only just recently began to experience what it was like to be a Clan cat. Fawnstar had no words. No thoughts. Sorrow weighed heavily within her chest, pushing down on her entire body. She wanted to slump down and give up, wanted to beg StarClan that they take some of her extra lives and give it to those who had lost the only life they would ever have.
But if their deaths hadn’t been enough already, it was the body of the last cat her Clan had discovered in the debris that had truly devastated the leader.
Amberdapple.
Her sister. Her littermate. Her medicine cat. Perhaps they had not always been able to spend time together, and perhaps they had not always understood each other, but they had been kin. They had been littermates. Growing up together, they had always been full of ambition and dreams, one to become the best healer in PlumClan, and one to become the best leader PlumClan had ever seen. One sister had achieved that goal - Fawnstar would always believe that Amberdapple had been the best healer to ever walk among PlumClan’s ranks, but as the tortoiseshell gazed upon her bedraggled, grief-stricken Clan, she knew that the other sister had failed. The other sister would never live up to her dreams, for a great leader would have never allowed so many of her Clanmates to die. She hoped and prayed that, for all her faults, StarClan would hear her. That StarClan would heed her pleas that they take care of Amberdapple. Her sister had served PlumClan so well, and had dedicated her life to pleasing StarClan’s wills and wishes. The least their ancestors could do was provide for Amberdapple just as well as she had provided for them.
Thoughts of her sister lingered as Fawnstar called her Clan together, as weak and shocked as they were. She herself didn’t want to stand here in front of them and gather them together after yet another major disaster, but she knew she had to. She was their leader. She was the one who had to rally hope in their hearts. She was the one who had to stand tall and wear her own sorrow behind a mask.
”Cats of PlumClan, tragedy has struck yet again.” StarClan, did we do something wrong? Why are you punishing us? ”Tonight we will sit vigil for those we lost.” Her voice went husky, scratchy as she continued, ”Pheasantdrift, Blazetumble, Tansyhusk, Thorncrawl, Dashkit, and…Amberdapple.” So many young cats. Her second deputy. Her own littermate. Fawnstar closed her eyes, drawing in a deep breath. She needed to conceal her feelings. Needed to swallow down her grief.
Duskfeather, Thorncrawl, will you approve of my choice? Will you protect my new deputy?
Fawnstar was hesitant to name a new deputy. The fate of her last two had not been great, and she was beginning to wonder if there was some reason behind that, if somehow the cats she named as her deputy were cursed by some unforeseen force. Would any cat she named deputy here on out be safe? Was she signing away the life of a warrior she trusted and wanted at her side? She hoped not. She truly hoped not. ”PlumClan needs a new deputy, and after some thought I have decided who that cat will be. I say these words before StarClan, so that Thorncrawl may hear and approve of my choice. Blizzardwing will be the new deputy of PlumClan.”
StarClan, please don’t take her away from me. Don’t take her away from PlumClan.
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asks wildclove to be her mate - moonKT60633 feels wildclove understands her like no other cat
A few days had passed since the flood. Birds continued to sing in the trees while mice continued to scuttle about in the fallen leaves. It was as if tragedy had never happened, as if six cats had not just been taken from PlumClan’s ranks. Fawnstar wasn’t sure how she felt about it all. She wasn’t sure if she should be happy that the land remained healthy, even in leaf-fall, or if she should be envious that the world around them seemed so peaceful. So normal while her Clan was still reeling from the trauma of the flood. But what the leader did know was that she needed to get out and stretch her legs. She needed to clear her head, and what better cat to do that with than Wildclove?
In the past few moons Fawnstar had been noticing the tom more and more. She had been well aware of how his dark brown tabby and white fur glinted in the sunlight, and how his blue eyes danced with pride for the Clan that had taken him in so many seasons ago. From kittypet to trusted warrior, he had shown his loyalty over and over again, so much so that Fawnstar had taken a special notice in him. Wildclove worked hard. He put his Clan over himself, and Fawnstar had witnessed just how quick he had been to help after the fire and now after the flood. In the back of her mind she wondered if he would have made a fine deputy, but her weariness of losing a tom like Wildclove made her hesitate in that choice. No, she had decided, Wildclove would not be her deputy. Besides, she had Blizzardwing for that position, and the white molly was proving to be a fine deputy. She was wiser than her moons and had an innate knowledge of the world around her. She was a perfect second in command, and as Fawnstar and Wildclove ventured into the fields of PlumClan territory, she wondered if Wildclove would be interested in taking on a different role. A role that wasn’t truly important, but a new role nonetheless.
It had been seasons since Fawnstar had last taken a mate, but surely Wildclove, a cat she felt understood her like no other, would want to take the role of leader’s mate? Surely he felt the same way toward her that she did to him? Surely his heart fluttered everytime he looked her way, and surely he needed to remind himself how to breathe when they stood so close to one another.
Fawnstar slowed her steps as the two scaled the incline of a hill. The leader’s blue gaze glanced outward, taking in the sights of all the land twolegs had taken for their own prey - rows of corn, pumpkins sprawling out, stalks of beans poking up from the ground. How beautiful it was, how peaceful. It was hard to imagine that just on the other side of this hill, where both she and Wildclove had their backs turned, disaster eroded the land and dirtied the ground with driftwood and other debris.
While she knew now probably wasn’t the best time for such a vulnerable question to be asked, Fawnstar wasn’t sure she would ever get another chance to pose the question. As leader, she didn’t often get a chance to just take a walk with one particular Clanmate, and as leader she didn’t often get a chance to be so open and so vulnerable with another cat. Perhaps that was why she had fallen for Mysh all those seasons ago. Perhaps that was why she had admired the gray tabby’s sauve, the way he so easily walked through life without a care in the world, always wearing a charming smile that lit up his beautiful amber eyes. He had been her only ticket to get away from Clan hardship, even if the time they had spent together had been short and sweet. But perhaps she could feel that way with Wildclove. Perhaps she could feel that way with another cat, a cat who understood Clan life.
The air she drew in was cold as it entered her lungs. Fawnstar shivered, turning her gaze toward Wildclove. It was now or never.
Now or never.
And she picked now.
”Wildclove, I…I’ve been wondering lately… Well, I’ve been thinking about how nice it would be to have a cat at my side, to confide in and find comfort in. To support and be supported by.” Her ears went warm, her tongue suddenly feeling heavy between her teeth. When did she lose her ability to gather her cats together with a riling speech? ”I was wondering if you’d want to be that cat for me, and I that cat for you. Would you…like to be my mate?” She stared at the brown and white tabby with wide eyes, pelt aflush with buzzing warmth. Would he accept? Did he feel the same way? Oh, stars, she hoped. She hoped and prayed that he did. It would be one shine of light in these dark times, and Fawnstar needed something to bring some light back into her life.
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Post by 🎄tansypool🪿 on Nov 5, 2024 22:07:55 GMT -5
Bumblecrest
@moonkt60633
boragesky
The gleam of the day was bright for the floods that had ravaged them a few days before... They had reached the flooded river and began fishing. He crouched patiently, as a large shadow swam near he lunged pulling the large fish known as a trout onto the land. His fur dripped from the splashing and h felt slightly aggravated. He bit into its neck crushing its spine with a satisfying *crack* "Big guy... He'll be good food for elders or any cat." He set it aside and continued fishing, his tail flicked anxiously, and he scared a fish. A few minutes later he had caught multiple fish and with the size of the patrols catches; they would have enough prey for almost the whole clan! His golden fur seemed to shimmer in the soft light, and the muddy squelch beneath his paws seemed almost melodic, the soft breeze ruffled his fur and brought plenty of scents to him. The smells of the forest surrounded him, and it seemed for a bit he had forgotten the tragedies that had happened at camp. |
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Post by moonKT60633 on Nov 5, 2024 22:38:46 GMT -5
Wildclove Water thunders though camp, washing out and away what few shelters they had made- Wildclove lifts his feet high, swimming strongly, back paws grasping at slippery mud. He can barely see through the rainFire- now a flood! What had Plumclan done to deserve such wrath! He thinks, hauling himself onto land and out of the dark current. He sees Dogstripe do the same, her bending around to help her brother into shoreAssured that she's okay- he snaps back to their camp, calling over the roaring river for any clanmates in need. He ducks, locking his legs when another deluge of water hits the camp, washing out the medicine den. The current is stronger than anything he's ever seen- then what any cat could survive
“No!” He jowls, near in time with Lilacshade. Startled, he looks over- she's going to jump! Wildclove leaps forward and sinks his teeth into her scruff, she fights, screeches, spinning and bucking as he overpowers her and drug her back to shore. One paw flicked up and nicked his jaw, though Wildclove couldn't tell if its bleeding or not- with the rain“Enough Lilac!” His voice is muffled, his paws scrambled for purchase in the muck, “It's too late!” it shatters his heart to say it, all those clanmates… “You can't do anythin’ for her! Don't die for nothin’!” He plants his feet on a rock, holding the desperate griefing warrior in his jaws. He saw Amberdapple get swept away- too fast for any aid “I’m sorry” He mutters, loud enough for Lilacshade to hear if she were listening “I’m so sorry”----- The flood receded, and they counted their dead- though as much as it pains Wildclove to admit, Plumclans used to losing camps and cats. Through the worry he's proud of how fast his clan bounces back- already they're working on a new place to live. Wildcloves gotta keep up- so he and other decided to do what they could to feed the working warriors. The shallow pools of water left over make easy pickings for fish. Wildclove praises Bumblecrest on his huge catch- and helps him bring the giant fish home. ----- Fawnstar had called the chocolate warrior on patrol- and he was always happy to oblige her. The pair had silently stalked the hills, he was distracted by the sprawling fields of the twolegs *housefolk* he snorted to himself, the name amused him, with how much they stomp though the orchard.The pair stop, Fawnstar slowing her footsteps and Wildclove following suit. It really was pretty up here, the debris from the fire and flood didnt reach over the hill.Fawnstar looks pensive as she turns to him….and for one horrible second he thinks hes being led out of the clan.It made sense- with the tragedies they can't afford to keep him- and bringing him up here to save his dignity- he shakes himself out of thought as Fawnstar starts talking- it's childish. He knows exactly what his role in the clan is ”Wildclove, I…I’ve been wondering lately… Well, I’ve been thinking about how nice it would be to have a cat at my side, to confide in and find comfort in. To support and be supported by.” He nods, having found that same companionship with his leader too-”I was wondering if you’d want to be that cat for me, and I that cat for you. Would you…like to be my mate?”….….Huh?Wildclove blinks at her, for probably too long.…Huh. The tabby spend a second reevaluating every interaction hes had with Fawnstar- frankly he didnt like the leader at first? Shes one of his closest friends now-He swallows, he should probably say something. It's sudden, right? It has to be?? It's…“Fawnstar” he starts “I'm honoured, really” How to let her down easy…“It's just-” he curls his tail over his paws “I don't think i can…be…that, right now” Wildclove sometimes feels he can't even climb out of his nest- the pressure pressing him down into the soft moss. “With everything that's happened..” With all the cats Fawnstar had lost, he doesn't want to know “I want to focus on the clan" he gets up, brushing his cheek over Fawnstars shoulder “But i'll still be there- no matter what” He grins at her, hoping she couldn't see the wetness in his eyes And if he mutters to himself around camp for a few days after that…that's his business.
ooc: DW Fawnstar im kicking him for u dw about it
I was shipping him a *lot* with Jamilah but him and Fawn is SO CUTE and hes being silly. but hes in charge of who he wants to date, if he wants nobody thats his choice
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Post by stormshade1 on Nov 6, 2024 12:54:09 GMT -5
 Amberdapple
Death (boragesky , asrise )
It was cold.
Very cold. But it was a welcome change to the raging fires only a few moons before. The merciless fires that had taken the lives of so many. Leopardcry. Hatchhusk. Almost everyone who was important to her. But some cats survived. Fawnstar. Lilacshade.
And they were enough.
Enough for Amberdapple. Her sister and her mate.
The medicine den wasn’t empty. Protonbear was the only one left.
He had such an odd name. Protonbear. Proton. What was a proton? Must be some sort of... plant. A flower, maybe. A pretty orange flower. She’d ask him later. Those were the thoughts swirling around in her mind as she tried to fall asleep. Very slowly. The rain’s pitter pattering lulled her into a deep sleep. The final sleep she’d spend here. In the medicine den. In the camp with all her Clanmate. Everyone she held dear. Everyone who mattered.
Amberdapple woke up with water pooling around her paws. The rain. She could hear it. She stood up quickly. Flood. The camp. Was flooding.
She quickly leapt through the water, every bound sending a spray of water up into the air. A white cat moved at the edge of her vision. Protonbear. He still had a mangled tail. Amberdapple was sure he could make it out himself, but...
“Protonbear! We need to get out.”
She helped haul the tom up onto his feet, then led him out into the clearing. The water had pooled up even higher. She spotted a group of cats struggling towards the exit.
“Go follow them!”
She had to shout to be heard over the roaring of water.
She turned around.
And she was frozen.
She wouldn’t make the same mistake.
Couldn’t.
Last time.
She had let them die.
She hadn’t gone back in.
She had let them die.
But...
This time...
She wouldn’t let that happen.
Not.
Again.
And even if it meant her own life.
She would find anyone left.
And so she dove back in.
It was almost above her head. But she fought through the currents. Towards the nursery.
Leopardcry.
Leopardcry. She saw Leopardcry.
And even if it was only a kit.
Even if it was only Leopardkit.
It was a life.
A life she could save.
So she swam. She was never the best at swimming, but the adrenaline that coursed through her veins gave her strength. Strength to swim towards the small body, struggling to stay afloat, Leopardkit’s head bobbed up and down, dipping in and out of the water. Amberdapple grabbed the kit in her jaws, trying to keep her above the water even if it meant Amberdapple wasn’t. But the current was too strong. It was carrying her and Leopardkit away.
“Cloverfur!” Amberdapple shouted, though her voice was muffled by the kit in her jaws. She had spotted the gray tom, and paddled towards him. The water went over her head, but she fought towards the surface, finally reaching Cloverfur. He took Leopardkit away from Amberdapple. StarClan let him make it out.
She tried to pull herself onto the shore, but the water overpowered her. She fought it at first, but soon she knew there was no point. Leopardkit was safe. Amberdapple had traded her own life for Leopardkit’s. That much was clear. That Amberdapple wouldn’t make it out. So she stopped fighting. Let herself dip under the water. She wouldn’t make it out. She could try, but she knew it was futile.
And then she saw a flash of fur.
Lilacshade.
No. No, Lilacshade couldn’t die. She heard the molly say something, but she couldn’t make it out over the crashing of the water. She let out a cry – she didn’t mean to, but it had escaped her throat so fiercely.
“Lilacshade!”
And she saw white paws wrap around her mate, pull her back to the shore. Lilacshade would live. Even if Amberdapple didn’t, Lilacshade would.
And then she was pulled under.
“Fawnstar. Fawnstar, I’m here.” Amberdapple murmured, brushing against her sister’s side. Amberdapple’s pawprints left shimmering stars behind her. And as they walked towards the temporary camp, the same one they’d used in the fire, Amberdapple knew. She knew they’d be together in the end. Fawnstar and Amberdapple and Lilacshade. They’d be together in the end.
And she just had to wait.
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Post by Dew on Nov 6, 2024 21:07:57 GMT -5
Cloverfur Pulls himself out of his grief, Grabs Leopardkit and takes her to safety (+++), & Prays that Blazetumble is doing well in StarClan || with Amberdapple, Leopardkit It had been raining for days. Nonstop rain that soaked his pelt to the bone. It felt that nothing was dry anymore, and staying in his nest all day wasn't an option. Plumclan needed him to help with patrols, needed him to help prep for leafbare. He couldn't dwell on what he could have done to save Pumpkinswipe in the fire. Instead he didn't to spend time with the family he still had. Besides, Leopardcry was probably watching her, and taking care of her. Marshfur and Bristlefur had both recovered from their burns are well, and though Marshfur was still in the medicine den with whitecough, things seemed to be looking up.
Until the wave crashed into camp.
Cloverfur barely registered the call of "Flood!" Before it was upon them, Sweeping cats off their paws. He quickly stuck his paws out, grabbing a piece of driftwood and hanging on. Some of his clanmates were doing the same, and others like Stargazer were swimming to higher land, but Cloverfur couldn't swim well. I can try. And yet, he still didn't leave his log.
His eyes scanned the waves, but it was hard to tell who was who in the chaos. Why does this have to happen now? So soon after the fire? But it was the opposite element. Water usually meant safety, but here it was tearing apart what they had left.
A call from the waves said his name, and Cloverfur looked up just in time to see Amberdapple paddling toward him, carrying Leopardkit in her jaws. She ducked under the water, but resurfaced, managing to throw Leopardkit in his direction before being swept away. No! But he couldn't save her.
Instead Cloverfur dove into the water, grabbing Leopardkit by the scruff and using all his strength to get them both to where the rest of the clan was going. Higher. Safety.
Finally, they made it to dry ground. But they had to keep going. They had to get higher, to escape the floodwaters. It was a little bit of a trek, but finally they made it to a place they found suitable. The clan lay down, exhausted, and Cloverfur dropped off Leopardkit with her family. "It's going to be okay Leopardkit. You're safe now."
But now Cloverfur had to look for his own family, and a quick scan of the gathered cats confirmed his worst fears. They weren't all there. Blazetumble and Pheasantdrift weren't with them. No! No, no, no! He couldn't lose them too! Not so soon after Pumpkinswipe and Fallowtail! But they weren't here. They were gone.
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The bodies were found and brought up after the water all but died down. He couldn't bear to look himself, and dragged himself to sit with Bumblecrest, Marshfur, Bristlefur, and Pineconenibble when the bodies were laid out in the clearing for the vigil.
Amberdapple, the clan's beloved medicine cat, Fawnstar's own sister, and Lilacshade's mate.
Thorncrawl, Plumclan's young deputy, who should have been leader one day.
Tansyhusk, a young warrior who still had so much life ahead of him.
Dashkit, still only a kit.
And finally Blazetumble and Pheasantdrift, their pelts soggy and worn, twigs caught in their fur. There was no doubt that they were dead. Cloverfur broke out into silent tears, his eyes only for his kits. Blazetumble was always so worried, he didn't deserve to go like this. Neither did Pheasantdrift, although she was always were confident. Please, please, please be safe in Starclan. Please be with your littermates and Leopardcry, and please, above all else, be happy.
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Post by stonekeeper on Nov 6, 2024 22:18:17 GMT -5
Golddusk-Flood, is trying to comfort his clanmates He felt a huge amount of panic rise in him as a sudden surge of water flooded the camp. Golddusk tried his best to swim through the water, keeping his head as far above the water as he can. He eventually pulled himself onto a piece of driftwood, hanging onto it until he was able to reach dry shore. There, he followed his clanmates to higher ground in order to escape the flood. He looked around frantically, finally spotting his former apprentices and his former mentor. Good, they all made it out. Golddusk thought, feeling relief. He looked around some more, trying to spot some more familiar faces as he waited with the rest of his clanmates. Eventually, it became clear that not all of the clan had made it out of the flood. Amberdapple, Blazetumble, Phesantdrift, Thorncrawl, Tansyhusk, and Dashkit. So many cats dead too soon. Especially so soon after the fire that had claimed so many cats a few moons ago. What had Plumclan done to deserve this? Golddusk thought to himself sorrowfully. Golddusk then started walking amongst his clanmates, trying to comfort them and offer support to any cats that looked like they needed it. ——— Golddusk-Patrol with Dogstripe and Sapling It was a couple of days after the flood. Golddusk walked with his patrol along the border. Birds sang in the trees and autumn leaves fell gently down from the trees. A peaceful day despite the flood that had just recently happened. Suddenly Golddusk spotted some footprints in the mud and with them, he smelt an all too familiar scent. Burdockclan! He thought, fur bristling in anger. What are they doing here? Are they trying to take advantage of the recent flood to trespass? “I found some footprints here. It seems like there’s a Burdockclan patrol that had passed by here not too long ago.” He told the other two warriors. He then followed the footprints, a task made all the easier by all the mud and water. Soon, he could see the Burdockclan patrol not too far ahead of them. “What are you doing on Plumclan territory?” He snarled at the patrol, baring his fangs and ears flat as he tried to intimidate the patrol into leaving. His claws were unsheathed, ready to fight in case he needed to. squirrelpaw moonKT60633 |
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Post by tigersdoroar on Nov 6, 2024 22:38:04 GMT -5
Forestfreckle .*❁
________________________________________________________________________________________________ * Thinks about all the mistakes she's made
* Border patrol with Larchspeck and Kiteprickle Forestfreckle sighed, wishing she could sit on her favorite rock to ponder and meditate. But she couldn't. She could't sit on her favorite rock because the ruins of Plumclan's camp lay on top of it. And now she couldn't even sit in Plumclan's makeshift camp, because the floods had washed it away. It and six of her clanmates. Six more lives to add to the many that had already been lost. The speckled she-cat hung her head low. Perhaps if she had spent more times with her clanmates instead of moping, she would have more happy memories to think about. Perhaps if she focused on spending more time with others she could have been around at the right time to save them from... everything. Forestfreckle began to count, her gray and orange fur plastered against her body as the rain hit her face. She didn't bother to find a nice place to count, she just began.
Twenty four moons ago, I became a warrior early...
A call from nearby dragged Forestfreckle back to reality. She squinted her eyes against the drizzle, trying to make out the clanmate that was trying to get her attention. Auburn paws, a bengal pattern... AUBURNCREEK! Forestfreckle darted forward in disbelief. Was it really her? Was Starclan granting her family a second chance? The tortoiseshell she-cat halted as the young frame of Larchspeck came into clear view. How could she have been so foolish! Of course this wasn't Auburncreek. Her sister was dead.
Forestfreckle stifled a disappointed sigh. It wouldn't be fair to make Larchspeck put up with her poor demeanor. Instead, she tiled her head and meowed, "You called?"
It seemed that Forestfreckle, Larchspeck, and Kiteprickle had been assigned to a patrol. And being the senior of the three, Forestfreckle figured that meant she was in charge. She wasn't in the mood to be in charge, but she would do it anyways.
"Alright, lets go," She meowed, and led the way out of camp and towards the Burdockclan border. They were to check on Rushing Creek, and make sure the water was still going down. As they reached the creek, Forestfreckle blinked the rain out of her eyes, trying to make out the water's edge against the mist. "Larchspeck, why don't you head upstream and make sure all is well up there, and Kiteprickle, head downstream? I'm going to try to re-mark the scent line. Not that Burdockclan will be making any attempts at crossing right now... that would be- what's that?" Forestfreckle noticed a muddy lump slopping against the far bank of the stream. She padded carefully forward to get a closer look. As she drew closer, wide eyes began popping out of the dense gray air.
Burdockclan warriors! What do they want? Forestfreckle frowned. She didn't want to deal with them right now. However, it was her job, so she padded closer, and took in their frazzled features. Along with wide eyes, their wet fur was standing on end and fear stench overpowered the smell of their wet fur. They were scared. Scared and looking at something in the water. Forestfreckle suddenly rushed forward, realizing what the muddy lump was. It was a cat!
"He- He got too close to the edge! We- we- we don't know what to do!" A Burdockclan warrior wailed. They were all young. All... Larchspeck's age. Forestfreckle didn't know them, but she knew what pain they would endure if nothing was done. This was her chance to make up for her mistakes. Without a second thought, and without alerting her own clanmates, Forestfreckle shot forward and dove into the water. It's icy claws stole the breath from her lungs, and with a gasp, she surfaced. Panicked, the she-cat's emerald eyes flashed around. She could feel the raging water pulling at her long fur, dragging her down. Water spluttered from her jaws, but with a jolt, she remembered her mission. She spit the water out, took a deep breath, and pushed forward towards the muddy mass. With fierce determination, she reached the waterlogged warrior and dragged him onto the bank.
She saved his life, and for that Burdockclan was grateful. Forestfreckle dodged the thank you's and the praises of her bravery. She didn't feel like she deserved it. She was just happy that she had been in the right place at the right time for once to make a difference.
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ivypool4life (Kiteprickle) polarized (Larchspeck)
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Post by Dew on Nov 7, 2024 6:13:17 GMT -5
Blazetumble Is swept away in the flood || :( The weather was strange. That was all Blazetumble had noticed the past few days, the same as the rest of the clan. He shuffled his paws nervously, looking up at the sky. They were still in their makeshift camp, the deviation from the fire still not passed. The ache of losing Pumpkinswipe, Fallowtail, and Leopardcry still hung in his heart, but he wasn't sure if they would ever leave. Not until he joined them, at least.
It was raining again. It had been raining heavily the past few days, leaving whatever cover they had from their temporary camp useless. I wish the fire never happened. Then Leopardcry would still be alive. His pelt was soaked through, his short fur clinging to his pelt uncomfortably. It seemed all of Plumclan was in camp at the moment, a strange period of time where no patrols were out.
And that was when the tragedy struck.
Someone yelled "Flood!" Just as a wave of water splashed into Plumclan's camp. It wasn't a slow build, instead a flash, submerging and dismantling the dens before Blazetumble could even say his name. Marshfur! Marshfur is in the medicine den! But Blazetumble had reacted too slow. The cats and debris were already swept up, and it was all Blazetumble could do to stay afloat. Cats were making their way to higher ground, and Blazetumble started to head that way. Then another wave crashed into him, and he submerged.
It was horrible. The water closed in on him on all sides, and he desperately churned the water, fighting his way to the surface. When he got his head above the water, he sucked in a large breath, but he could already feel himself starting to shut down. Cats were screaming everywhere, some trying to fight their way out of the water and others screaming for cats that had disappeared. "Help!" He managed to get out before he went under again.
A cat grabbed his scruff, pulling him back up to air. He flailed around for a second before he saw who it was, Tansyhusk! "T-thanks..." But they were sinking again, both of their bodies submerging under the water. "Let-" But he was cut off when his head went under, and this time, Blazetumble didn't have the strength to bring himself up.
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When he opened his eyes, he was dry. He almost leaped with joy, some cat must have gotten them out! Until he saw Leopardcry. Leopardcry is dead. He blinked, taking a pawstep toward her, then looked pack. Stars. Tears filled his eyes, and he embraced Leopardcry, turning to look behind him at the remainder of his clan. Will anyone even miss me? Will Cleverer, Marshfur, Bumblecrest, Bristlefur, or Pineconenibble even miss me?
"I don't want to be dead." He mewed, stepping back. "I know sweetie. But It'll be okay. I promise." Leopardcry mewed, her voice calming. Blazetumble's tears stopped, and he met Leoaprdcry's eyes again. "Is Starclan... how is it?" His mother smiled at him, swishing her tail before turning and looking out on the horizon.
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Cyanidestar/Bumblebubble
Underneath darkened skies, there's a light kept alive...
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Post by Cyanidestar/Bumblebubble on Nov 7, 2024 9:14:36 GMT -5
A few days after the flood.
The flood that had taken so many cats.
Bristlefur was on patrol, alone.
They smelled another cat. Probably not one of their clan mates. Probably a rouge.
Bristlefur had to think fast.
Ambush time.
Bristlefur had located the rouge.
"Hah!"
The rouge ran, probably thinking they were not alone.
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Post by polarized on Nov 7, 2024 12:09:54 GMT -5
 Firnvoice - Flood! - Escapes with Finchheart
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with Finchheart It was a normal day. Just like any other. The weather was unusual yes, but nothing Firnvoice had never seen before. Yet, she had never expected this day, this rainy day, to be one she would never forget.
Her pelt tingled. Her senses heightened. She could feel it. The vibrations, it make her shake to the bone. Jerking water heading for Plumclan’s demise, deafening rain. She immediately jumped up to her paws, knowing she was the first one awake. “Flood!” She yelled, even if she couldn’t hear the other cats reactions. “Every cat! A flood is coming!” She wailed again, and her eyes widened when she saw a massive pool of water enter the camp. She went to run, but it was too late. The water caught her, like prey. She went to shout, to say anything, yet only water entered her jaws. She pushed her paws, trying to kick. She kicked her paws back and forth, in a swinging motion. She took a massive breath as her head appeared out of the tide that had engulfed their camp whole. Her head seemed to bob as she looked for anywhere to go. Cats were escaping to high ground, so she decided that’s where she would head next.
Just as she was about to start her escape, she caught something in the corner of her blue gaze. Finchheart, the Flowerclan medicine cat, trying to swim. She could sense she had hurt her paw, causing her swimming to weaken. If Firnvoice didn’t react fast, the molly might not make it out alive. Firnvoice pushed herself, aware of the water stuck in her ears. Her head every so often dropped into the water, but the determination for a sick cat made her try harder every time. Firnvoice padded over to the young cat, grabbing her scruff in her jaws. “Push! Use those 3 paws, I’ll guide you!” She spoke loudly, unaware if her message carried along with the sounds of the waves. She started to push harder, carrying Finchheart. Firnvoice kept on moving, the surface in the distance. Just a bit longer. That was all they needed. Firnvoice felt another vibration in her paws, and turned around. A large, fast wave was coming. They needed to move faster. Firnvoice tried harder, pulling Finchheart more. They needed to reach there in time.
“Push Finch, Kick harder!” Firnvoice wailed, aware of the current coming for them. She could feel the fear radiating off the nearby cats, and knew they were close. But the water was closer. She took one final hiss of effort as she lodged Finchheart up to the surface, the orange furred molly dropping onto the wet ground. She blinked with relief. But it wasn’t over yet. Firnvoice yowls echoed as she tried to get up herself, but was instead caught by the same current that had threatened them both.
I need to go back. I need to go back. I can’t leave yet. The words echoed in her mind, and forced herself to open her eyes. The misty, dark camp laid underneath them. She could feel the darkness calling her, but she couldn’t give up. There was too much to lose. She raced for the surface again, even though her exhaustion tried to drag her deeper. The light was the only thing she could see, so she decided to swim to that. Reaching the light, she pushed herself up, rising out of the water. She spat out the liquid, her heart racing. She took faster breaths, before going for the surface again. Firnvoice managed to reach it this time, even if she was breathless. She shook her fur dry, even if it was near useless. Seeing the rest of the Plumclan cats, she picked up her pace, needing any kind of support. She didn’t want to look back. The thought of the water made her shiver. |
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Post by polarized on Nov 7, 2024 12:29:17 GMT -5
 Larchspeck - Flood!
- Saw Twolegs close to camp
- Thinks Kiteprickle is correct
- Burdockclan in trouble! - Patrol
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with Kiteprickle, Forestfreckle Larchspeck felt his ears prick when Firnvoice had yelled the warnings of the coming flood. He jumped out of nest, his weak leg wobbling as he did. His sister, Dogstripe looked at him with the same worry. They would make it out of this together. He ran out of the den, slowing down because of his lame hind leg. Dogstripe came to his side, helping his balance. He wanted to growl, to tell her he could do it himself, but knew that wasn’t true. He needed her help more than ever.
Then the wave hit. Lucky enough for him, his sister was a good swimmer. She helped him paddle, and the two eventually managed to wade out of the depths together. “Thank you, Dogstripe.” He purred, feeling his heart beat faster than ever. He had never been so close to death, not since the fire. He wasn’t sure if he would’ve made it out alive without Dogstripe. “Come on. We should head to safety,” He guided his sister, and started to make the way first, limping over to higher ground.
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It wasn’t long after the flood. They had lost so many clanmates. Too many, especially after the amount they lost from the fire. Since the flood, Larchspeck seemed to find more and more Twolegs close to the camp. It wasn’t good. But maybe, they would fix it. He wasn’t sure, but he would definitely keep an eye on them. He joined Kiteprickle at the entrance, before soon growing impatient at his former mentor’s poor timekeeping. Even kits could remember when to go on a patrol better than Forestfreckle. “Forestfreckle! Come on, you pile of lazy bones!” He called, purring. When Forestfreckle ran over to him with a look of disbelief, he took a step back out of surprise. He blinked at her with confusion, before she fixed herself.
“You called?”
Larchspeck fixed himself up, correcting his posture. “Yeah. Uhm. Patrol, with us.” He blinked awkwardly, flicking his tail. He nodded to her leadership, and followed after her. His weak hind leg wobbled as he attempted to keep their pace. When she started barking out orders, he nodded. Larchspeck tilted his head when he heard the wailing of a distant cat too. He limped after Forestfreckle, seeing what was below. “For Starclan sake, what mouse-brains! Who would jump into water.” He rolled his eyes. The water only reminded him so much of the floods. He jolted out of his thoughts when he saw the look in his former mentors eyes. “Don’t tell me—No. They could deal with their own cats!” He growled. Yet, he was too late. The auburn she-cat had dived into the water, and Larchspeck tried to call for her. The water looked chilling, and the thought made him shiver.
When Forestfreckle had returned, he just looked at her in disbelief. “That was so mouse-brained! You could’ve drowned, and for what? A Burdockclan cat!” He snorted. Kiteprickle agreed with him, sharing a familiar comment. “Exactly! Kiteprickle’s right. Honestly, Forestfreckle. There is different clans for a reason.” He raised his chin, then walked ahead, trying to forget the fact how stupid his weak hind leg looked. What would he have done? He asked himself. I would have left him. |
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Post by squirrelpaw on Nov 7, 2024 15:52:38 GMT -5
Sapling is finally getting better from her headache, saves mousepaw from the flood, and helped scare away a burdockclan patrol. She also helps Crunchytail organize the younger cats. Maybe being a clan cat is not so bad after all!
OOC: Nothing yet, just waiting for next moon today
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Post by boragesky on Nov 8, 2024 7:08:09 GMT -5
FINCHHEART
[ Longer ]
" Would you climb a hill? Anything! Wear a daffodil? Anything! Leave me all your will? Anything! Even fight my Bill? What? FISTICUFFS? " (I'd Do Anything from Oliver!)
Finchheart ran through the raging rain, running as fast as her paws had the capability to, before she felt herself trip, and a sharp pain in her paw.
Sprained.
***
Finchheart desperately tried to swim, but her weak paw was causing her to sink a bit. I'm gonna die... aren't I? she thought. But then, she suddenly felt someone lift her up, she couldn't hear her the first time because of the water, but she heard... Firnvoice! She tried to lighten the mood after she realized what Firnvoice said.
"I'm going as fast as my paws can carry me." Finchheart joked. "Or rather- YOU can carry me."
Her laughter was interrupted by large, cold waves, which caused her to lose energy, and feel more tired. When Firnvoice dropped her off on a platform, she felt too tired to move. Not that she was going to die, but she was tired. She flailed her paws around quickly, seeing if any cats were nearby. She looked up, eyes stinging, and saw Firnvoice. She blinked before she laid back down again, slowly regaining her breath.
[ OOC - I'm telling you right now I'm trying so hard to not ship FirnFinch but idk man... ]
[ INTERACTIONS - Firnvoice (polarized) ] |
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Post by stormshade1 on Nov 9, 2024 23:46:06 GMT -5
 Blizzardwing Flood, named deputy (Feathertalon )
So many cats had died.
In the flood. Including their medicine cat, Amberdapple, and their new deputy, Thorncrawl. And a kit. Dashkit. So many cats. Why did StarClan have to be this cruel? It was too soon. Too. Soon. They had just recovered from the fire. And now a flood?
Cloverfur had saved Leopardkit. The kit named after her own mother. Leopardcry. She had died in the fire. Cloverfur was a good warrior. A very good warrior. Now that Thorncrawl was dead, Blizzardwing knew who’d be chosen for deputy. Cloverfur. He was one of the best warriors in the entire Clan.
Soon, Fawnstar called them to the meeting area.
“Cats of PlumClan, tragedy has struck yet again. Tonight we will sit vigil for those we lost. Pheasantdrift, Blazetumble, Tansyhusk, Thorncrawl, Dashkit, and… Amberdapple.” Fawnstar paused. Blizzardwing remembered that Amberdapple was Fawnstar’s own sister. Of course. “PlumClan needs a new deputy, and after some thought I have decided who that cat will be. I say these words before StarClan, so that Thorncrawl may hear and approve of my choice. Blizzardwing will be the new deputy of PlumClan.”
Blizzardwing.
Blizzardwing.
Blizzardwing.
What?
Her head spun.
No.
No.
Blizzardwing.
She didn’t deserve this.
She hadn’t done anything.
She hadn’t done anything to deserve this.
She hadn’t saved anyone.
She was just...
Blizzardwing.
Blizzardwing.
Blizzardwing was deputy.
How?
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Post by boragesky on Nov 10, 2024 7:28:11 GMT -5
DAFFODILNOSE
[ Not Tansyhusk ]
" That's been gone, but used to be mine... oh, used to be mine. " (She Used To Be Mine from Waitress)
Ever since that day, Daffodilnose cried.
He's been crying for forever it seems.
Oh StarClan, please send him back.
Send my brother Tansyhusk back.
I beg you.
Please.
He looked around, and he thought he saw Tansyhusk...
But it wasn't Tansyhusk.
***
As he walked with Wildclove and Bumblecrest, he stayed silent the whole time. He didn't say anything, and only spoke when Bumblecrest caught a fish, and he congratulated him.
But it wasn't Tansyhusk.
***
He sat in the clearing as he watched Fawnstar get up on the rock and announce the new deputy...
Blizzardwing.
A fine choice, he thought. Blizzardwing was very talented and skillful...
But...
But it wasn't Tansyhusk.
[ OOC - I'm boutta make people cry ]
[ MENTIONED - Bumblecrest (🎄tansypool🪿 ), Fawnstar (Feathertalon ), Wildclove (moonKT60633 ), Blizzardwing (stormshade1 ), Tansyhusk (𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚎 ) ] |
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Post by 🎄tansypool🪿 on Nov 10, 2024 16:42:57 GMT -5
Unaware, I just did what I always do
Everyday, the same routine
Before I skate off to school (Youth of the nation)
(@dewbranch and polarized)
Pineconenibble
That day she had set out on patrol with Cloverfur and Firnvoice
She missed her so much... Pheasantdrift...
She shook her head and looked up, Cloverfur caught the scent of a cat.
They all followed, and found an ancient looking tom, he was a pale tabby tom with a green and a copper eye.
Firnvoice said something but Pineconenibble couldn't pay much attention, she just nodded.
They all help get the loner; Meowyman, the clan decided that it would be right to bring him in.
So Meowyman was a clanmate, she noticed that he had a collar... Why is he outside if he's that sick and a kittypet? |
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Post by 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚎 on Nov 10, 2024 23:42:15 GMT -5
 Duststep
Flood | Grabs Snowkit and takes her to safety
She had been gone for what felt like five minutes. Five minutes, and that was all it took for her to get back to a flooded camp. Duststep had started racing back from her solitary walk when the rain intensified, but it wasn't fast enough- by the time she'd made it back, their makeshift camp had flooded. The heavy wave that had hit her on the way here, the one she could barely make it out of, that must have been what had happened. Even in the raised ground here, the water already reached her chest, and she could feel cold splashes lapping at her stomach. She could still see the burned husk of the old camp in the distance, silhouetted against the lightning that lit up the sky with a booming thunderclap; another tragedy so soon? Is it a sign from Starclan? As fast as her paws would take her through the thick water, Duststep sprinted along the raised ground surrounding the camp. I can't be frozen in fear again like I was during the fire. I need to do something! It was only once she had thrown herself into the raging water that Duststep remembered- she didn't know how to swim.
Instantly, she was flailing. Cold, murky water splashed into her eyes and mouth, and she struggled to cough it out. She focused on what she could make out through the torrential downpour; screaming, splashing, the shifting blurry forms of cats both above and below the rising water. A lifeless blotch of pale fur floated past her, gently bumping into her side as the waves pushed it towards her. Thorncrawl. She felt sick, and helpless. How could she expect to survive a flood that had so effortlessly swallowed up Plumclan's deputy, of all cats? As she fought harder to keep her head above the water, she saw Marshfur, holding a bundle of soaked white fur in her jaws and swimming towards her before handing the kit to her. With great difficulty, given the waves pushing her in every direction, Duststep managed to scramble up into the branches of a tree overhanging the makeshift camp.
The old, almost leafless tree's branches croaked and swayed under the weight of the many cats clinging onto its branches for dear life. She could only pray to Starclan that they would hold. She carefully set Snowkit down on the thickest part of the branch near the trunk- they were as high up as Duststep had had the strength to climb, she wanted to be as far from the waters as possible- and held her close with one paw, making sure she wouldn't fall. It was hard to clearly make out anything below them through the raging waters. A good number of Plumclan's cats had managed to scramble up onto high ground too, but there were still a few multicoloured pelts writhing against the current- and a few that weren't moving at all. She'd thought for a moment the short-furred white body down there was Dapplesong, and felt faint at the idea of having to point out to Snowkit her mother's body among the waves- but it was just Thorncrawl's body she had spotted again. He had just become deputy. He was going to be leader one day... all it took was one day, one hour, to take that all away from him. It's awful. Amberdapple... Plumclan's healer since long before I was born. And Fawnstar's sister. I don't see her down there, but she's the leader... I wonder if she's losing a life right now, like how she lost one trying to save Auburncreek in the fire. Pheasantdrift, and Blazetumble... Two young warriors, who-
With a loud thud, the tree shook. Duststep dug her claws deep into the bark, ready to snatch Snowkit up again if it came crashing down- but looking down, she could see orange fur, blue feathers, and red blood staining the murky water and the back of the head of the poor cat who had collided with the trunk. And Tansyhusk. Oh, Starclan. Three young warriors with their whole lives ahead of them. But maybe the worst thing she saw was the tiny black and white body slowly sinking beneath the surface with every wave that passed over it. Dashkit. She pulled Snowkit closer to her, trying to avert her eyes from seeing her sister's body in the wreckage below, and looked away towards the horizon to try to get her own mind off it as well. Why is Starclan doing this? Sending tragedy after tragedy, killing our deputies, healers, and promising young warriors. Are they not as powerful as we thought? Did we do something wrong, or do they just not care? She looked up towards the sky, hoping for answers- but the glittering pelts of her ancestors were hidden, like they always seemed to be when Duststep looked to them for guidance, behind a thick cloak of storm clouds and rainfall.
Tagging: snowfall1 (Snowkit, Marshfur)
Training patrol with Stargazer and Daisytuft | Wishes she'd been picked for deputy | Blizzardwing gives her a very important role
Duststep was dead silent as she and her clanmates worked to sweep away the charred remains of Plumclan's old camp. This camp was where she had grown up. The nursery where she'd played as a kit, the pile in which she'd placed the very first piece of prey she'd ever caught as an apprentice, the gathering space in the center of camp where she'd been named an apprentice, and eventually a warrior. Where Currentpaw and Pineconenibble had been named her apprentices. Where she'd dragged Currentpaw's body after that long night of deliberation at the roadside. She'd wondered, recently, if all this- the fire, the flood, the murder- was somehow Starclan's sick punishment for her failure to act in that moment. If she had just been a little quicker to shout Currentpaw's name, maybe her apprentice would have become a warrior, then deputy, and led Plumclan into an age of prosperity that involved no deaths, none of this. She hadn't faced the consequences she'd feared- no exile, no ban from being a mentor, she really hadn't even been assigned any chores- but now she wondered if Starclan had chosen to punish her in another way. To make her miserable. Maybe Fawnstar knew. Maybe that was why Fawnstar didn't appoint her as deputy. She was the obvious choice after all, wasn't she? Duststep made her way to the opposite side of camp from Stargazer and Daisytuft, kicking away a burnt plank of wood that had once been part of the roof as she stewed in her bitterness. She wanted to be deputy. She wanted to be leader someday. She deserved it! She was one of the most experienced cats in Plumclan, only behind Fawnstar herself and maybe a few of the older warriors, and she was young and had plenty of time left. What had she done wrong? She bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes. She was sure Blizzardwing meant well when she told Duststep she would be in charge of getting the old camp cleared up in time for leaf-bare, but it just felt like salt in the wound. She got extra chores but none of the status that came with it. Normally when she was upset like this, she would close her eyes and return to her fantasies of Plumclan's cheering her on as their new leader. It comforted her to imagine, like a den in cold leaf-bare warmed by the pelts of her clanmates lying next to her- but now it just stung even more. It would never happen, would it? Another tragedy would sweep Plumclan and she'd be taken out in it, hastily memorialized in a mass vigil, and promptly forgotten about. She turned away from the other two mollies accompanying her, hoping they wouldn't ask what was wrong- it was such a petty thing to cry about, she knew, but she couldn't help herself. Duststep wanted to be deputy, then leader! She wanted to be rewarded for how hard she'd worked for Plumclan her entire life. She wanted it more than anything- and figured it remained to be seen how far she would go to get it.
 Tansyhusk
Dies in the flood :C
Curled by the edge of the collection of makeshift dens Plumclan had declared their camp for now, Tansyhusk felt ill. Between the scent of rainfall thick in the air and the overlapping whispers of ghosts that had seemed constant over the last couple days, the dread that had been pooling in his mind like sticky blood had finally coalesced into a sharp stabbing headache. The apprehension he felt was largely unplaceable, save for the frigid rainwater already pooling around his paws, but it was there. He'd noticed his ability to sense the spirits around him had sharpened, just like it had in the days preceding the fire- what was normally nothing more than the sense that someone he couldn't see was nearby, watching him in silence, had become spirits flickering in his peripheral vision and whispers that had grown louder and louder, until they were practically deafening. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to concentrate and make out what they were saying.
Death- Run- Water- Coming- Get somewhere high up- Flood- Death- Run-
His eyes snapped open. He knew what he needed to do- but before he could move, a wall of cold water hit him like a ton of rocks, bowling him over and sweeping him away. The force and the shock of the cold knocked the breath out of his chest, but flailing blindly somehow lead him to the trunk of a tree whose trunk he managed to hook his claws into before he was swept away. Digging his claws in, he used all his strength to scramble onto the lowest branch that remained above the water. He was one of the first to make it to safety, as one by one, the cats swimming or flailing blindly in the flood's raging waters managed to make their way up onto the high ground of the trees nearby. He helped pull his clanmates up onto the branch, looking wildly around the camp for his family, shouting their names out until they managed to swim over to the tree he was perched on so he could help drag them up onto it as well. Jamilah's collar made her easier to grab by the scruff when he was helping her up, but Tansyhusk noticed she seemed weaker than usual- Is she sick? ...Well, I guess that's something to worry about when all this is over. Once he'd managed to rescue Orangepad and Daffodilnose from the frigid waters as well, he let out a long sign of relief that he didn't realize he'd been holding as he leaned into them; not only for warmth given the chilly water that had soaked into his short fur, but because he was just so, so glad they were still alive.
But a loud shout of "Help!" from below caught his attention, and he looked down into the water to see Blazetumble, flailing and struggling to keep his head above the water. The waters had swept him too far away to have any hope of pulling him up into the tree- Tansyhusk would have to go get him. His clanmate, his friend, who he'd known all his life, was drowning, was dying. To leave him to drown would be a slap in the face to the community who'd been there for Tansyhusk his whole life. ...But at the same time, he'd barely managed to make it to safety himself. Not saving Blazetumble would almost surely result in his clanmate's death, but jumping in to try and rescue him could result in both their deaths. He glanced towards his brothers; they would be just as devastated if he died as he would be if one of them did, he was sure. They hadn't been apart more than a day in their lives, and it would kill him, in more ways than one, to leave either of them. More shouts came from below- he had to decide now, and in that split second made the final decision to die a hero rather than live a coward. "Orangepad, Daffodilnose-" Tansyhusk looked towards his brothers through teary bronze eyes- "I promise I'll make it back to you, okay? I love you." he meowed softly, before diving into the water towards Blazetumble.
Even now with a clear goal in mind, the cold water shocked him and made him lose his bearings- but still, he fought his way against the raging currents and strong undertow to Blazetumble. It was hard to concentrate- so hard- the yells of cats around him, the equally loud shouts of ghosts that seemed to come from all directions, the crack of thunder overhead, all of this muffled by the water splashing into his ears and overlaid by that residual headache from earlier. He almost didn't know how he managed to get to Blazetumble and sink his teeth into his scruff- it might have hurt a bit, but he could worry about that earlier when they were both safe- and pull him back above the surface again. "T-Thanks..." He couldn't reply through the mouthful of golden fur, but even without that he wasn't sure he could anyway, as he could feel his strength leaving him. "Let-" Before Blazetumble could finish, Tansyhusk's aching limbs failed, his doggy-paddling ceased, and the two of them dipped below the water.
To resurface while keeping his iron grip on Blazetumble's stuff was beyond an uphill battle. But when he finally did, he didn't hear Blazetumble taking a deep and desperate breath with him. No, he didn't hear Blazetumble at all. He realized in horror that the golden cat was limp- that his efforts had been in vain. Blazetumble is dead. I couldn't save him. Any confidence he had left eroded completely, and full panic set it. He let go of Blazetumble's scruff, let the push and pull of the currents carry him away deep under the surface, and whirled around to try to spot anywhere he could climb up to safety.
The crashing din of thundercracks- the screaming- the raging waters- it was all so incredibly loud. The spirits' whispers became deafening thunderbolts, and their wispy forms flickered into vision like a candlelight- like the light of the fire that he had considered himself lucky to survive- until they were fully visible and enveloped in bright light, like burning suns watching him, watching him die. He tried to gasp for breath, to shout for help, but water filled his lungs. The raging undertow pushed him towards a tree- he could see his clanmates watching him from the branches- but he knew at this point he didn't have the strength to climb up. The panic had crystallized into a more sobering thought- This is where I die. He turned around, trying to spot Orangepad and Daffodilnose still perched on the branches of the tree he had jumped from, but just as he turned his back to the tree, a powerful wave shoved him towards it, and- crunch!
It hurt. It hurt worse than anything he'd ever experienced before, that burning, screaming pain at the base of his head as his neck snapped. But that was only for a split second- then there he was. Dry again, warm again, but it brought him no joy. Surrounded by cats, but he recognized them from his visions and his dreams, and knew that he walked among them now. He'd failed to save Blazetumble, or to claw his way out of those frigid waters that had become his tomb. He'd died.
No family was here to welcome him into Starclan (a good thing, really), but watching the newly-passed ghosts get acclimated to their afterlife many times before had given him some idea of what to do. The ruined makeshift camp shimmered into view around him, but he felt he wasn't viewing it the same way as before, like looking at a reflection of the sky in the surface of a puddle rather than looking at the sky itself. He was standing on nothing- was he standing at all, with no paws to call his own, at least none that would ever run again?- looking down at the flood waters below him. He wasn't the only one who'd died. He could spot his clanmates' bodies, bobbing amid the waves below- Amberdapple, Pheasantdrift, Thorncrawl, and poor little Dashkit. Blazetumble's too, of course- seeing him unmoving, a confirmation that he was dead, felt like a twist of the claw to his gut. He almost couldn't find his own body under the waves, but eventually it floated to the surface. The feathers tucked nearly his tail were bent and discordantly arranged, his orange fur- usually ruffled and askew from tackling his clanmates in hugs so often- soaking wet and flat against his eerily still unbreathing chest, and his neck bent at a sickening angle, seeping blood dying the water around him crimson- he looked away. He didn't know what to make of it; how could he? Dead bodies weren't anything new after the fire, but to see them so charred as to almost be unrecognizable was one thing, and to see himself, so close to how he was in life but wrong in every way, was another.
Instead he made his way over to the tree where Orangepad, Daffodilnose, and Jamilah were perched. None of them had been stupid enough to jump back into the floodwater like he had- thank Starclan, they were all still safe. Their faces didn't show it, though; they all looked miserable. Had they lost sight of him after he took that fateful leap and rightfully assumed the worst, or had they caught the moment of his death? He hoped not. He wanted their last memory of him to be that teary goodbye, for him to die how he had lived. They'd left space on the branch where he had been sitting, perhaps out of hope- he filled it, leaning against Orangepad's side although his brother didn't seem to react at all. He hoped desperately that his ghost sight had been hereditary, that one of them would be able to see him, that he would be able to comfort them. To let them know that he would be here watching them until the day one of them joined him, and they would be able to bound together through endless fields chasing abundant prey, until the rest of the world forgot about them and they faded peacefully away into the inky dark sky framing Silverpelt- but he garnered no reaction. He'd made it back like he'd promised, but they would never know. They stared right through him, crying. Crying. They were crying. To see it cemented his own death in his mind- he was gone, and he was never, ever coming back, and they knew it. The long and illustrious future he had spent his short 16 moons of life dreaming of, ripped away from him. "I don't want to die! I don't want to leave you!" he sobbed into Orangepad's fur, his only solace in knowing they were alive to grieve him and in hoping they would spot the new star twinkling down at them through the storm clouds.
Tagging: Dew (Blazetumble), deg (Orangepad), boragesky (Daffodilnose), lemonshortbread (Jamilah) | OOC: This is longer than some essays I've written lol. Too bad he died but at least this was cathartic to write.
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Post by Brownie on Nov 11, 2024 20:03:13 GMT -5
x - Moon 42 - x
early winter; light snow Clan Events:
Meowyman dies of carrionplace disease
Quickshade died of whitecough
Without a proper camp, sickness spreads through PlumClan
Ripplebite is found in the road by a patrol with a broken back.
Fresh kill pile: overflowing Wishes StarClan wouldn't have taken Quickshade Patrol: Border Relationships - Hopes Mousepaw recovers (+)
- Is glad to see Snowpaw doing well (+++) with Beechfawn, Duststep, Dogstripe
Event : Cold cat
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Duststep spots a cat in the middle of the road, half covered in snow, dark with blood. She calls the patrol forward to investigate, fearing the worst, and is surprised when the cat moves. She's alive! The patrol carefully brings her back to PlumClan's camp, hoping they can maybe save her. Is assigning cats to hunting patrols Patrol: Border Relationships - Has a friendly chat with Lilacshade (+) with Feathersong, Crunchytail
Event : Small dog
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The patrol comes across one of the farm's small dogs. Chasing it off a great way to show PlumClan's strength and foster confidence in their patrolmates. The dog is loud but skittish, and flees from the trio of warriors. Watches fish in the nearby river Patrol: SICK Relationships - Helps Crunchytail with a difficult task (++)
- Wishes Bristlefur would share some of his prey (--) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Is trying to do as much as she can for PlumClan Patrol: INJURED Relationships - Is happy to be around Bristlefur (+++)
- Caught Mousepaw complaining about her behind her back (---) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Tries to set a good example for the younger warriors Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Appreciates Cloverfur's help (+)
- Talks to Beechfawn (+) with Kiteprickle, Wildclove
Event : Shed
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : As the patrol heads out, Kiteprickle suggests they visit the shed near the cornfield, as no patrol has been there in a while. The walk is long and chilly, and by the time they get there, the sun is low in the sky. There aren't as many mice as they expect, though no one blames Kiteprickle--it was a good suggestion, even if it didn't work out. Major Events Event: Catches yellowcough. Recovers from shock Patrol: SICK Relationships - Snapped at Snowkit (---)
- Doesn't understand why Orangepad is being rude (-) with .
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Outcome : . Rippledart STATUS: BROKEN BACK || @open Hasn't woken up yet Major Events Event: A long-furred cinnamon marbled tabby with yellow eyes. 106 moons. Childish, lore master. Formerly a loner, found with a broken back in the middle of the road. Patrol: INJURED Relationships - with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Stargazer STATUS: YELLOWCOUGH || Dew Is basking in the sun Major Events Event: Catches yellowcough Patrol: SICK Relationships - Feels like she can't rely on Daisytuft (---)
- Complains about Beechfawn's work ethic (---) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Helps set up PlumClan's camp Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Didn't get a chance to talk to Finchheart
- Watches over Snowkit for a while (++) with Cloverfur, Shimmerfreckle, Protonbear
Event : Snowing
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : It starts snowing again as soon as the patrol sets out. Despite this, they choose to press forward and are rewarded with a pair of mice under the leaf litter. In this weather, that's more than enough to count as a success. Is giving Protonbear hunting tips Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Thinks Forestfreckle is a good warrior (+)
- Upsets Hawkheart with his pessimism (-) with Kiteprickle, Firnvoice
Event : Shed
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : As the patrol heads out, Kiteprickle suggests they visit the shed near the cornfield, as no patrol has been there in a while. The walk is long and chilly, and by the time they get there, the sun is low in the sky. There aren't as many mice as they expect, though no one blames Kiteprickle--it was a good suggestion, even if it didn't work out. Crunchytail STATUS: HEALTHY || OPEN Wonders if she could swim the Rushing Creek Patrol: Border Relationships - Tells Lilacshade that she's always here to listen if she needs to talk (+++)
- Gets along with Marshfur better today (+) with Blizzardwing, Feathersong
Event : Small dog
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The patrol comes across one of the farm's small dogs. Chasing it off a great way to show PlumClan's strength and foster confidence in their patrolmates. The dog is loud but skittish, and flees from the trio of warriors. Compliments Shimmerfreckle's fighting skills Patrol: Training Relationships - Challenges Feathersong to a spar
- Wants to spend time with Bumblecrest (+++) with Hawkheart, Bristlefur
Event : Snowfall
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The patrol is padding through the orchard when snow slides off the branches and drops on Hawkheart! It's heavy, trapping him, but the others quickly dig him free. The flying snow quickly turns into a game, the three cats chasing each other through the orchard, flinging snow at each other.
Spends all her spare time in the nursery Patrol: Border Relationships - Feels protective of Mousepaw (+++)
- Notices Mousepaw trying his best (++) with Blizzardwing, Feathersong
Event : Small dog
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The patrol comes across one of the farm's small dogs. Chasing it off a great way to show PlumClan's strength and foster confidence in their patrolmates. The dog is loud but skittish, and flees from the trio of warriors. Helps clear out PlumClan's camp of debris Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Clears up a misunderstanding with Bumblecrest (+)
- Complains that Pineconenibble is doing such a poor job, it's making more work for everyone (---) with Rindlestripe, Shimmerfreckle, Protonbear
Event : Snowing
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : It starts snowing again as soon as the patrol sets out. Despite this, they choose to press forward and are rewarded with a pair of mice under the leaf litter. In this weather, that's more than enough to count as a success. Is feeling awfully gloomy Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Thinks Snowkit is being annoying (-)
- Is annoyed Snowkit won't take a hint and continues to bother him alone
Event : Solitude
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Golddusk heads into the orchard alone, eager to sink his teeth into some prey and have a little time to himself. But he can't catch prey that isn't there, and there isn't anything about today. Sat beside the road watching cars pass by Patrol: Border Relationships - Is able to work together with Hawkheart to finish a task (+)
- Twitches her whiskers at Snowkit with Beechfawn, Dogstripe, Fawnstar
Event : Cold cat
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Duststep spots a cat in the middle of the road, half covered in snow, dark with blood. She calls the patrol forward to investigate, fearing the worst, and is surprised when the cat moves. She's alive! The patrol carefully brings her back to PlumClan's camp, hoping they can maybe save her. Patrol: Training Relationships - Wishes his pelt was as sleek as Lilacshade's (-) with Sapling, Bristlefur
Event : Snowfall
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The patrol is padding through the orchard when snow slides off the branches and drops on Hawkheart! It's heavy, trapping him, but the others quickly dig him free. The flying snow quickly turns into a game, the three cats chasing each other through the orchard, flinging snow at each other. Is eavesdropping on Marshfur's conversation Patrol: Border Relationships - Is giving Rookkit advice (++) with Orangepad, Pineconenibble
Event : Badgers
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They hope the flood had gotten rid of the badger, but it would be smart to check again now that the snow makes spotting signs of it easy. They poke around the sett for a while, looking for tracks, but come up empty. Good, it must have moved on when its sett flooded, or had been swept away. Knows that she belongs here Patrol: Training Relationships - Overheard a joke from Dogstripe she didn't get (-) with Daffodilnose, Bumblecrest
Event : Hunting in snow
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The snow is something PlumClan has to deal with every year, but that doesn't mean they can't brush up on their skills before the cold really sets in. Bumblecrest takes charge and coordinates stalking exercises through the thin layer of snow, until all three can pad across it without it crunching underpaw. Doesn't want to get left behind on patrol Major Events Event: Recovers from his mangled tail with a scar Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Shares his good mood with Crunchytail with Rindlestripe, Cloverfur, Shimmerfreckle
Event : Snowing
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : It starts snowing again as soon as the patrol sets out. Despite this, they choose to press forward and are rewarded with a pair of mice under the leaf litter. In this weather, that's more than enough to count as a success. Patrol: Border Relationships - Is spreading rumors about Mousepaw (---)
with Fawnstar, Duststep, Dogstripe
Event : Cold cat
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Duststep spots a cat in the middle of the road, half covered in snow, dark with blood. She calls the patrol forward to investigate, fearing the worst, and is surprised when the cat moves. She's alive! The patrol carefully brings her back to PlumClan's camp, hoping they can maybe save her. Is excited to see where life takes her Patrol: NURSING Relationships - Is surprised Marshfur was being kind (+) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Helps groom Snowkit squeaky clean Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Thinks Bumblecrest is a good cat (+) with Firnvoice, Wildclove
Event : Shed
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : As the patrol heads out, Kiteprickle suggests they visit the shed near the cornfield, as no patrol has been there in a while. The walk is long and chilly, and by the time they get there, the sun is low in the sky. There aren't as many mice as they expect, though no one blames Kiteprickle--it was a good suggestion, even if it didn't work out. Patrol: SICK Relationships - Finds something that reminds her of Protonbear and adds it to her nest (+) with .
Event: .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Wonders what is beyond the horizon Patrol: Training Relationships - Thinks Dapplesong is kind (+) with Forestfreckle, Daffodilnose
Event : Hunting in snow
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The snow is something PlumClan has to deal with every year, but that doesn't mean they can't brush up on their skills before the cold really sets in. Bumblecrest takes charge and coordinates stalking exercises through the thin layer of snow, until all three can pad across it without it crunching underpaw. Wants to talk with Shimmerfreckle about something important to her Patrol: Border Relationships - Bickered about something trivial with Golddusk with Orangepad, Daisytuft
Event : Badger
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They hope the flood had gotten rid of the badger, but it would be smart to check again now that the snow makes spotting signs of it easy. They poke around the sett for a while, looking for tracks, but come up empty. Good, it must have moved on when its sett flooded, or had been swept away. Wonders how Daffodilnose is holding up Patrol: Training Relationships - Notices Jamilah trying her best to heal the Clan despite her own sickness (+) with Hawkheart, Sapling
Event : Snowfall
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The patrol is padding through the orchard when snow slides off the branches and drops on Hawkheart! It's heavy, trapping him, but the others quickly dig him free. The flying snow quickly turns into a game, the three cats chasing each other through the orchard, flinging snow at each other. Is trying her best to support Larchspeck Patrol: Border Relationships - Loves hanging out with Forestfreckle (+++) with Fawnstar, Duststep, Beechfawn
Event : Cold cat
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : Duststep spots a cat in the middle of the road, half covered in snow, dark with blood. She calls the patrol forward to investigate, fearing the worst, and is surprised when the cat moves. She's alive! The patrol carefully brings her back to PlumClan's camp, hoping they can maybe save her. Larchspeck STATUS: BROKEN LEG; WHITECOUGH (WEAK LEG) || polarized Woke up feeling pumped! Major Events Event: His weak leg doesn't hold up during a frantic chase with a dog and breaks again. Catches whitecough. Patrol: INJURED, SICK Relationships - Sees Beechfawn asks if he'd like to share prey (+++) with .
Event : .
Choice : .
Outcome : . Is nervously pacing around camp Patrol: Border Relationships - Talks to Rindlestripe (+) with Daisytuft, Pineconenibble
Event : Badger
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : They hope the flood had gotten rid of the badger, but it would be smart to check again now that the snow makes spotting signs of it easy. They poke around the sett for a while, looking for tracks, but come up empty. Good, it must have moved on when its sett flooded, or had been swept away. Wasn't watching where he was going and almost wandered over the border Patrol: Training Relationships - Is honored that Bristlefur came to him for help (+++) with Forestfreckle, Bumblecrest
Event : Hunting in snow
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : The snow is something PlumClan has to deal with every year, but that doesn't mean they can't brush up on their skills before the cold really sets in. Bumblecrest takes charge and coordinates stalking exercises through the thin layer of snow, until all three can pad across it without it crunching underpaw. Major Events Event: Recovers from his rat bite with a scar Patrol: Hunting Relationships - Has been spending time with Rookkit (+) with Rindlestripe, Cloverfur, Protonbear
Event : Snowing
Choice : Proceed
Outcome : It starts snowing again as soon as the patrol sets out. Despite this, they choose to press forward and are rewarded with a pair of mice under the leaf litter. In this weather, that's more than enough to count as a success. Mousepaw STATUS: INFECTED CAT BITE || OPEN Is gossiping Patrol: INJURED Relationships - Is jealous Duststep can go to Gatherings (--) with .
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Outcome : . Meowyman STATUS: DEAD || OPEN Doesn't know what to think Major Events Event: Dies of wasting disease Patrol: DEAD Relationships - with .
Event : .
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Outcome : . Quickshade STATUS: DEAD || OPEN Confidently makes her way around StarClan Major Events Event: She is too weak to recover from whitecough Patrol: DEAD Relationships - Caught Dapplesong saying something rude (---)
- Thinks Rindlestripe is a brave cat (+) with .
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Outcome : . Is trying to purr her way out of being in trouble - Sticks her tongue out at Shimmerfreckle with .
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Outcome : . Catches Rookkit when he falls out of a bush - Likes Jamilah (+) with .
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Post by snowfall1 on Nov 11, 2024 20:41:14 GMT -5
Marshfur, trying to relax. Marshfur is lying down on her made up nest, she had whitecough and she really wants to get better to help the clan improve, but she can’t she is stuck in the medicine den, the nest she was in was not comfy at all and made it hard for her to relax. She sees a little tuff of protonbear from when they were in the medicine den, and puts it in her nest to try to help her relax. Tagging: asrise |
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Post by snowfall1 on Nov 11, 2024 20:49:08 GMT -5
Snowkit Out of all the cats in the clan She likes talking to the medicine cat Jamilah as they always tell her stories from when they were a loner, so she liked them. After talking to the medicine cat she usually goes and looks at the cats in the medicine den and ask them lots of questions, Marshfur was asleep so she didn’t go over to her, but she got the great idea to go out of the medicine den to annoy Golddusk. Later she is walking back to the nursery she sees Rookkit and he is about to fall out of a bush so being the heroic sister she is she went over to catch him. “Silly you should always be careful when you climb a bush cause if I wasn’t here you could of gotten hurt” she purred Tagging: Dew lemonshortbread stonekeeper |
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Post by 🎄tansypool🪿 on Nov 11, 2024 21:10:10 GMT -5
Bumblecrestpatrol w/Forestfreckle, Daffodilnose ( tigersdoroar boragesky) He shivered, the cold air chilled his lungs. He missed Quickshade... They didn't talk much, but she was a clanmate. His fur seemed lighter in the leaf-bare snow, and his long fur had small clumps of the frozen flakes. He had taken charge in working on skills; like hunting and fighting techniques. He practiced a strong attack on a tree, the frozen bark stung under his claws a bit but he continued using his anger of his clanmate's death and the threat of so many injured and ill clanmates. When he finished slashing at the tree trunk the bark seemed stripped away in the parts he had fought most strongly. He stood for a second getting his air back, he looked around seeing his clanmates practicing just as fiercely. He wouldn't let anything that he could stop happen to his clan, and since they had plenty of time to keep their skills sharp.
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Post by stormshade1 on Nov 11, 2024 23:23:42 GMT -5
 Ripple Broken back (@)
She ran hard.
She had to get away. They had found her again. She had left the first time, and now they’d found her again. He couldn’t still be out there with the rest of them – he was with BurdockClan! Though she was surprised that they had taken in such a filthy scoundrel. What had he offered them? Rulership of the forest, she supposed. Something that Clan would kill for.
Some of them had died. But there were still more- of course there were. All the rogues in the Twolegplace must have been there. No wonder they couldn’t be defeated. There were so many of them. And anyone who betrayed them would be sent to their death.
It was difficult to tell where she was going. The snow piled high, almost up to her chest. It was thick, and hard to run through, but she knew her life was on the line. And then she heard the cats behind her stop. She turned around to see their figures watching her from a fox-length away. And then she heard it. The deep rumbling. It all happened so fast – the lights, the pain, and then... blackness.
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Post by Dew on Nov 12, 2024 12:58:47 GMT -5
Stargazer Catches Yellowcough || with Rippledart Stargazer wasn't the only one who was down because of sickness that was plaguing the clan. Yellowcough had been diagnosed in a few of Plumclan's warriors, and whitecough was also going around. Not having a camp was taking a toll on all of them. Her nephew, Larkspeck's leg had also broken again, so Plumclan had even less warriors to hunt and patrol during this time.
The scent of blood woke up the cinnamon molly, and she cracked open her pale yellow eyes. They widened when she caught sight of a heap of what seemed to be blood and matted fur, and she was even more surprised when she somewhat recognized the scent underneath.
It didn't come to her instantly, in fact it took Stargazer all night to figure out the scent. She lay awake, rasping and thinking. The cat had been cleaned, revealing a pelt much like her own. How? But she knew. Ripple...?
Stargazer thought back to the faint moon she remembered before she had been sold to her former twolegs. Their mother had given birth to four of them, four healthy kits that had played around surrounded by the walls of a twoleg den. Two she-kits. Two twin she-kits.
They hadn't been given to the same twolegs, but Stargazer had been able to stay with one of her sisters, who had given birth to Dogstripe and Larshspeck. But now they were together again. Stargazer, Dogstripe, Larchspeck and now Ripple. Her sister. Her twin sister.
Shock reverberated through her veins, and she stared at the body that had been placed a few nests away, dumbfounded. How? What were the chanced that they had been found by the same clan? And how had Ripple gotten so injured? Stargazer remembered her own injures and sickness from when the twolegs had abandoned her, had the same thing happened to Ripple? Had they both been sold to twolegs who didn't care for them anymore?
But Stargazer wasn't going to get answers from Ripple yet. She was still sleeping, the pain having taken her conciseness away. Please, please wake up. Stargazer knew that it was a possibility they would both die here, without many herbs left and both of their current medicine cats currently out of commission, it was a looming possibility. Yellowcough took many lives, and who was to say it wouldn't take hers? [[ OOC here ]] |
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Post by Hawkheart on Nov 12, 2024 17:15:44 GMT -5
Hawkheart is wanting the old ways back! Misses Havenspots! Patrol with Sapling and Bristlefur! Hawkheart sat and stared at the hill of soil where the body's from the flood had been buried. Why does Starclan have to take everything from us! He thought as he looked at the spot his brother hatchhusk was under the hard packed dirt and stones. I wish Plumclan was back to the way it was. He sighed and remembered the old ways that plumclan did things. It was so much... He reached for a word and found it. Better, and safer. He looked at the ground of fresh dirt and turned away from it walking over to a hill a little ways away and sitting. This is where havenspots was buried. He recollected. He was a good warrior. Not like some.
Hawkheart burned with rage and sadness at the thought of Storkleg. Who ever murdered her will pay! He thought and his claws slid out cold on the icy snow covering the ground. I should go. He thought but a pulling feeling sent him to storklegs grave and he sat, his head down, next to it. If i could have died instead of you i would have. But Starclan is cruel, when it wants to be.
He got up and Shaked the snow of himself and walked away trying not to look back at the hill. A patrol woke him up completely and he walked along side sapling and bristlefur. Since he was older then bristlefur and has been in the clan longer then sapling he took up the role of leader and pushed through the snow that pilled up so high he could just about look over it. He lead them to the orchard and stopped looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him when a sound above him caught his attention and he looked up to see snow falling off a large branch and hitting him flat to the ground. " Help me out of here!" He shouted, the snow muffling his words. The other dug and finally helped him out just as he did snow hit him in the ear and he looked up to see bristlefur smiling with laughter. Hawkheart smiled and grabbed a pack of snow throwing it at the warrior. Hawkheart wish's his pelt was as sleek as lilacshades! Thinks about Blizzardwing being deputy.Hawkheart sat down gruming and looked over at a group of senior warriors talking in the little sunlight there was in the clearing. He saw lilacshade and noticed how her pelt shined in the sun and almost glowed. My pelt will never look like that. He thought then remembered that warriors are never envious. He snorted and looked away feeling a little stupid for even thinking that he was under lilacshade. Even if she's a senior warrior she's still makes mistakes. He nodded to himself and his train of thought moved on as he saw Blizzardwing talking to Fawnstar. Blizzardwing being deputy was strange. After all hawkheart was sure she would choose someone like Cloverfur or Rindlestripe. But i guess he's fine at the job.Dapplesong is excited to see where life take's her! Dapplesong was grieving for her sisters passing and ever time she looked at the flooded part of camp she shivered. Dashkit was gone to and that was the thing that really broke her heart. She would walking from the dirt place to the nursery with her head down and not wanting to talk much. At the nursery her heart would skip a beat when she saw only three kits waiting for her. At times when she couldn't sleep she would yowl in exhaustion and frustration at the long nights without her sister there to help her with her family. And Kiteprickle has warrior things to do. She can't help me all the time. Thinking about Kiteprickle helped calm her and made her breath easier, after all they loved each other and each other only. Dapplesong purred as she brushed the kits with her tongue warming them up from the cold winter snow outside. " Where did thorncrawl go when she left?" The question popped out of nowhere and took her by surprise. "Well leopardkit no one really knows where they go. Some believe they go to Starclan others think they go to the Darkforest. But you can believe anything you want to." She said and touched noses with her kit and smiled. Maybe these kits will get along alright? Maybe i should stop worrying for tomorrow when what really matters is right now?
She looked at the kits play-fight and for the first time in a long while she wanted the next day to come. She wanted to see her kits grow and learn to be warriors or medicine cats. She wanted it. Maybe I'll be able to see that day, maybe not. But all that's happening is right now.Dapplesong is surprised to see marshfur being rude!Dapplesong on one of her trips to the fresh-Kill pile saw Marshfur talking to a group of warriors and heard her say something rude about sapling being new in the clan. Wow. I'm surprised, Marshfur is always really nice. She would never do anything to hurt anyone!
Tagging- squirrelpaw (Sapling) Cyanidestar/Bumblebubble (Bristlefur) asrise (Lilacshade) stormshade1 (Blizzardwing) snowfall1 (Marshfur) OOC- Wow! Dapplesong is really oblivious to Marshfur isn't she...
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