MyrtleClan — Clan of the Gods

(First starters, I'll do everyone else later. I apologize in advance for how those two behave xD I'm so sorry Stoatchase, not all of my cats are such jerks to you!)

Cedarfrost - Camp - Everyone, Thundersnap

Cedarfrost gave a slight nod when Thundersnap stepped forward to volunteer for leading a border patrol. He supposed he could join this one and he would head over to the entrance once the meeting was over. Next Stoatchase spoke up and Cedarfrost let out a small huff of annoyance, though quietly enough that only those right next to him could hear. He never had much patience with cats like him but aside from occasional snorts or similar reactions Cedarfrost didn't do much to show his dislike. Besides, he did respect Stoatchase as a hunter even if Cedarfrost only showed this by giving him a curt nod of acknowledgement every now and then. He was a bit more willing to give some words of praise to his fellow fighters but working with them also meant that he would criticise them whenever he saw them making even a small mistake.
Once everything was said and done Cedarfrost walked over to the camp's entrance. He dipped his head to Thundersnap and rumbled a greeting. Then he meowed "I'll be joining your patrol."

Cloudpaw - Camp - Everyone, Thundersnap

Cloudpaw was only half listening, only really caring about the patrols. The games were interesting to her too but since she was only an apprentice she couldn't participate and that was enough to make her not care quite as much. She did hope some of the older fighters would participate. To her only one of them would make for a good leader. She glanced over at Thundersnap. Was he going to try to become the next leader? Surely he did. Cloudpaw would be disappointed otherwise. She considered asking him once his patrol headed out after the meeting was over but she figured that she wouldn't have to. He'd probably consider it a dumb question anyway.
Her thoughts got interrupted when Puddleheart asked for a hunting patrol and Stoatchase stepped up. She narrowed her eyes at him and the more he spoke, or tried to, the more her look became a glare of contempt. How hard was it for him to just say that he'd lead the hunting patrol? Hopefully he wouldn't join the games. Cloudpaw was sure he wouldn't stand a chance anyway but him participating would be an insult to all the other, more capable cats.

    Mentally making himself not flinch at the sudden, but of course familiar, voice of his apprentice, Stoatchase turned to look at her, yellow eyes a but confused. “Erm.. well- well yes, uh yes. Of- of course, uh..” He wanted to say she was always welcome to come with him, that she didn’t even need to ask, but his voice died in his throat– was that weird to say? He shifted his weight from paw to paw, and nodded.
    Silently, feeling he had already made a fool of himself just by opening his jaws, he began slinking off towards the woods. Hunting would take his mind off things. It always did.

Pikepaw flicked her tail and headed where the other hunters were, the she cat didn't have a mentor so it wasn't like she needed to go and ask for permission before heading off on a whim. She eyed the other cats that were gathering, her gaze narrowing to Rainpaw, before giving a roll of her eyes, she hoped that he at least would be useful hunting then he was during the storm. "Will it be alright if I join," she asked Mothflutter, pointedly ignoring that Stoatchase was the one leading, as the tom looked like he was dealing with trying to figure out other things in regards to the patrol and she just wasn't going to bother causing him more distress. Her tail flicking behind her as she wanted for a response, she really didn't just want to be sitting around in camp when she could be doing other things at the moment.

Rainpaw don't worry arch would understand if he wanted to cheer on hunters going as he would have gotten close to them, and she'd want it to be his decision on how he roots for)


Ivypaw watched as the cats dispersed tending to tasks as the meeting concluded, his gaze flickering to Fawnpaw as she announced her desire to join her mentor's hunting patrol and trying to convince him to participate in the games. "Good luck with both of those, I know you'll catch the biggest prey out of that whole patrol, and im sure you’ll be able to get him to join," he said, smiling as she bounded off. He moved his gaze to Flickerpaw. "What about you, what are you planning to do?" He might try and see if he could get on the border patrol if it wasn't to late, though maybe Cloverppunce had other plans for them, or he could try and see if she was going to join the games! The tom looked around thr camp before spotting the she cat in question amongst the cats, his tail flicking in thought.

    Flickerpaw looked to Ivypaw with a mischievous grin on her face. “Weelll…” She dragged out the word before leaning closer, eyes alight with excitement. “I think I’m gonna sneak something of mine into the nest.”
    She leaned back, smiling like she was the smartest cat in the Clan. “Sablefrost told me I wasn’t allowed, that apprentices can’t become leader, but I could still participate, couldn’t I?” She licked down the short fur on her chest. “And anyways, it’ll be good practice for when I actually decide to try and become leader when I’m older!”

Mothflutter

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Well, it seemed to Mothflutter that they had a decent sized hunting group ready to strike out and catch some food. So he patiently waited for Stoatchase to decide where they would all go. He was struggling a bit, and Mothflutter felt a little bad for him.

”The cliffs sound great,” he said helpfully and nodded to Stoatchase. ”Good choice.”

However, Mothflutter paused slightly when Pikepaw walked over to join them and smiled at the apprentice. He hadn’t seen much of her in recent days, and he understood why. Much like Cloverpounce, Pikepaw had also lost someone important to her. Mothflutter knew how painful it was to lose a parent and couldn’t help but hurt for the apprentice.

So when she asked to join, he happily nodded. ”Of course you can join. The more the merrier!” He purred out and glanced back at Stoatchase. ”Right Stoatchase?”

Stoatchase nodded stiffly. He appreciated having Mothflutter there. Having someone who could actually express their thoughts and such was very helpful. Besides, his presence was a rather calming, more caring than others.
And he was a good hunter, a skill Stoatchase very much admired. He continued talking though then realized he hadn't actually said anything. “Uh.. yes.. more merrier.” he muttered, but was already distracted, looking out through the olive trees and sniffing the air.
Eyes starting to dilate a bit, he kept himself from just darting off after the first prey he smelled. It wasn't polite to just run off and leave people behind. He grit his teeth, already envisioning stalking behind some small animal, tensing like a coiled spring before pouncing, dealing a quick killing blow and–
He blinked, realizing he had paused where he was walking. He hurriedly continued on, that coppery taste already on his tongue.

Thundersnap

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So Cedarfrost would be competing. Thundersnap figured as much and for a moment he sized up the other fighter. Cedarfrost was older than he was, with more experience, but Thundersnap knew he could beat him. After all, he had Astraeos on his side, and the king of the gods would ensure his victory.

So when Cedarfrost asked if Thundersnap had plans of participating, he laughed lighthearted and flicked his tail. ”Of course,” Thundersnap explained and glanced from Cedarfrost to Cloudpaw. ”I want what’s best for MyrtleClan and I also want to honor my late mentor’s legacy. Laurelstar would want me to compete, after all, she practically trained me for this.” Thundersnap paused to smile at Cloudpaw. ”Perhaps both you and I will continue her legacy,” he mused to his apprentice.

Then he turned his attention back to Cedarfrost. ”I will do my best to make both Laurelstar and Astraeos proud during the games and trust in the gods to pick the best candidate for leader.” He glanced toward Puddleheart again and tipped his head to the side. ”Of course, it also depends on our young medicine cat, doesn’t it?” he added.

A young medicine cat plucked from the forest by Pomegranatefur many moons ago, claiming him to be chosen by the gods. Yet he didn’t even have a single ounce of MyrtleClan blood in his veins.

How interesting now that he would decide who should continue Lightingstar’s legacy when he had no connection to the first leader of MyrtleClan himself?

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The mottled gray tom couldn’t help but give a small purr of amusement at Fawnpaw’s forwardness. The younger apprentices always seem to want to lead all the time, in fact when he was younger, Rainpaw went through the same phase for a spell. Oh well, if she was so insistent on leading the apprentices, might as well let her have her fun. He picked up his pace to catch up to Fawnpaw, keeping his eyes and ears alert. He tried to see if he could spot somewhere to fish along the way. One would think after such a traumatizing experience, he would stay away from water, but he heart still yearned for it much like a duck.

(This dumb lady finally realized it’s a good idea to tag people)

Pikepaw flicked her ear, a slight smile drawing to her face that Mothflutter was letting her join. But as fast as the smile was on her face it soon left, as she watched as the rest of the patrol was sorted out. Part of her wished she could have the energy of Fawnpaw but the idea of having to spend time around Rainpaw was not everything she had been hoping for, ignoring the fact Rainpaw was already on the patrol before she joined. Her gaze flickered briefly to Rainpaw, and as quietly as she could so only he would be the one to hear, she spoke to the older tom. “Don't get any of us killed, you seem to have a knack for costing cats their life.” With that she quickly picked up her pace as she turned her focus to her surroundings though if she happened to look over her shoulder to see the tom's reaction, well she'll never admit that was the reason, she simply thought she caught the scent of a bird.
Let me know if I ever go to mean and I'll gladly fix responses)

Another growl was forced out of him, this time loud enough that Pikepaw could hear, claws involuntarily digging into the earth as he walked.

“Laurelstar wasn’t my fault, and you know that,” Rainpaw all but snarled. It could have been anyone that day… Had he gotten out of the training area in time… Had that wave not… It really should have been him. It almost was him until Okeaneos sent Laurelstar to help him.

If he thought hard enough, he could still feel her teeth on his scruff, dragging him to safety.

He quickened his pace, trotting along side Fawnpaw to keep some distance from him and the haughty apprentice. Though, he couldn’t managed to keep his head nor his tail up much higher after that.







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    Stoatchase blinked, surprised someone was talking to him. “Y- Yes. Crazy..” He watched as Fawnpaw moved up in the group, and then glanced at Mothflutter, feeling the tom's eyes on him. “...um.. I.. I think if I.. keep hunting after this patrol.. the fresh kill pile will be back to how it was before the.. the uh…” he paused.
    The flood. It had been terrifying, and he was lucky to have been able to get into a tree, left hacking up water and clinging to a branch for dear life. But more than that he'd watched the prey all get swept away. He'd almost wanted to swim after it but he knew he'd just get taken by the water, just like Laurelstar and Fignose. And his duties weren't done yet. He'd managed to pull Fawnpaw up as well, and had been very relieved to see her alright.
    The sight of that food being stolen away, wasted, still left him tense. Reminded him of the bad old days. The hunger that had gripped at him for most of his kithood before being brought to the Clan… He shuddered a bit, blinking himself back to the present.
    “Um.. I could hunt through the night too… I should…”

Hearing what his friend planned to do filled the tom with pure excitement! A mischievous grin of his own forming to his face, he quickly looked around the camp for good measure, everyone seemed preoccupied, the perfect opportunity for them to happily strike. Looking back to Flickerpaw, he lowered his voice to ensure that they would not have any prying ears trying to listen in on what was going on for them. "Surely we can still participate, maybe they just never accoutned for the gods choosing an apprentice, and one of us can be a leader," he said. "I also want to try put something in to try participate...let's work together, one of us takes both of our items and waits for an opening while the other provides interference to ensure the one putting the items in the nest doesn't get caught." Who knows maybe if an apprentice wins they get to choose a leader! He could choose Cloverpounce...or...even...STOATCHASE!

Goosefreckle

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Goosefreckle hummed thoughtfully, thinking back to the last time he could recall the Lightning Games. He had been a young warrior when the previous deputy died and Laurelstar started the games to pick the next candidate. ”That would’ve been back when Fignose was chosen as deputy. Wow that feels like such a long time ago now,” Goosefreckle mused and shook his head.

Fignose had been in between Goosefreckle and Cedarfrost in age, and Goosefreckle remembered how utterly enthralled he had been by the games. It would be exciting to see them again.

He purred softly, focusing on the entertainers when Archsong brought them up. ”Oh yes, we’re going to have quite a show to put on over the next several days. I’ll have to talk to the others, I’m sure Pearlfeather, Volestalk, and Marigoldskip have some great idea, and of course we’ll have to include Wolfpaw and Mintpaw!” Goosefreckle added in excitement. ”I’m going to also get Sagekit involved, I think he’ll have fun,” Goosefreckle added.

One of the joys of being an entertainer was that he could continue to fulfill his position even while he slept in the nursery and looked after Sagekit. Entertainers didn’t have to leave the camp as often as the other ranks did, which meant he could take Sagekit with him. It was one of the things he most enjoyed about it.

Heronflight - Camp - Puddleheart, Honeydusk (𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 )

Heronflight slowly padded over to the elders den. She had been listening to Puddleheart from a different spot in camp than usual as she had been taking a small walk through camp to stretch her legs before he had called the clan meeting. No she was heading back to the den belonging to her and her fellow elders. She wasn't too surprised to see Puddleheart heading over there as well, he probably wanted to talk about something. While he was MyrtleClan's medicine cat he was still very young and wasn't the most experienced yet. Of course he'd need some advice every now and then. Or he wanted to talk about the games, that was a possibility too.
She arrived just as Honeydusk told him to take an escort and settled down next to her, meowing a soft greeting to both of them. Then she turned to Puddleheart. "She is right, you know," she told him. "Take a cat or two and ask them to go with you. Being a medicine cat doesn't mind that you have to isolate yourself from your clanmates. As for everyone being too busy..." Heronflight gave him a stern look but there was an amused smile behind it too. "Not everyone will be heading out, there are still cats who aren't joining Stoatchase or Thundersnap's patrols. So go around and ask those cats, if they don't have time they will tell you but you won't find out by just sitting here and making excuses."