Bisexual
𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
just a sleepy guy
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Jul 18, 2024 2:12:27 GMT -5
 Hyacinthsong's long and feathery tail lashed as she stared at Laurelstar's nest from a distance. How desperately she wished that she were qualified to play in the games, to toss her name in the ring of eligible cats to compete for the title of leader. To prove herself, make something of her name since she was tasked to carry her family's legacy all on her own. Left behind by her parents and siblings, she prayed every night to them, and now Fignose and Lauralstar would be added to that least. She could only hope that their passage into StarClan was a swift one.
Trying to ignore the heaviness in her heart, the blue molly stood and began to slink off towards the camp exit. Some hunting would do her good, get her mind off of the recent tragedy and lost lives. she might even find a spot to offer a blessing to Fenynthea, and pray that prey would stay plenty after the destruction of the storm.
"Hyacinthsong!!"
Ears swiveling to the sound of her name, the hunter stopped and looked over to see Sorrelmist with bright eyes and her pelt practically shaking with excitement. "Escort Puddleheart?" She questioned out loud, a little confused where they would be escorting him to. The Alter of the Gods. It finally hit her, and suddenly Hyacinthsong was plenty invested.
"Sure! I'll join. Looks like you guys could use the extra paws anyways." Hyacinthsong playfully teased, a soft purr followed as she turned to pad closer to the ever growing group. She nodded to all three of them in greeting, but her gaze lingered on Puddleheart. "Are we leaving now? We'll start to lose daylight if we wait any longer." |
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 19, 2024 12:45:56 GMT -5
Acaciaberry
Acaciaberry glanced over the variety of flowers in the meadow, pausing to look back over at Opalheart as she found suggestions.
Acaciaberry shook her head. ”Opalheart, darling, a smashed flower represents me about as well as a toad represents Agapíthea,” she commented and continued searching. ”It needs to be big, bold, and absolutely stunning.”
And luckily for Acaciaberry, she just found what she was looking for.
Acaciaberry smiled and padded over to a small push near the edge of the meadow, filled to the brim with vibrant yellow acacias. ”Opalheart, come look! I found it!”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 19, 2024 12:51:58 GMT -5
Stagshatter Camp | With Aspectpetal (soot)
Stagshatter looked away, bending his ears back at the mention of an apprentice. Maybe the gods were just waiting to give him one, but Stagshatter had some doubts—not that he would ever question the gods, just that he wasn’t so sure this was what was going on. More likely, the gods just hadn’t thought that he had proven himself yet.
Stagshatter just had to prove himself, then he would be able to have an apprentice, he was sure of it.
However, he didn’t mention any of that to Aspectpetal, instead focusing on the quickly approaching games. ”I think Cedarfrost would be a good leader,” Stagshatter mused quietly. Of course he was biased there, as Stagshatter was his father, but he still thought he would be a good fit. ”If not him, then I suppose I’d be happy with Thundersnap, he’s very dedicated,” Stagshatter added after some thought.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 19, 2024 12:58:52 GMT -5
Fawnpaw
Fawnpaw eagerly awaited to hear the drop that still never came, excitement building as she pawed at the ground. How deep was this cave? How far down did it go? Fawnpaw’s curiosity ran wild with wonder.
Rainpaw, however, seemed far less interested in figuring out the mysteries of the Lost Cave and when he decided it was time to go, Fawnpaw let out a small mew of frustration.
”But Rainpaw, we just got here!” Fawnpaw complained. ”I want to hear the pebble drop—“ just as the words slipped from her tongue, a very faint clatter of rock hitting that ground bounced from the chasm in front of them, echoing upward until finally, Fawnpaw could hear it.
Fawnpaw beamed at bounced on her feet, turning back toward the chasm. ”Did you hear that, Rainpaw? It finally dropped! Let’s go back it out—“
Following the drop of the pebble came a sound unlike anything Fawnpaw had ever heard. A low, otherworldly wail of the wind that almost sounded like a howl of sorts, from some kind of monstrous beast.
Fawnpaw immediately froze, a chill rippling down her spine. Carefully, she looked up at Rainpaw. ”What was that?”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 19, 2024 13:06:09 GMT -5
Pearlfeather
Pearlfeather perked her ears and listened intently as Marigoldskip spoke. She smiled softly, a gentle purr emitting from her chest. Marigoldskip always had a lot to say, much more than Pearlfeather herself did. Still, she enjoyed listening all the same.
”I’m sure Goosefreckle will have us all meet up and go over our plans for the event before the first game begins,” Pearlfeather promised with a flick of her tail. ”He’s always been on top of things like that—though he may bring Sagekit with him,” she added fondly.
Pearlfeather didn’t mind when Goosefreckle brought his kids to entertainer specific meetings. Even if none had taken after him yet and become an entertainer, it was still fun to have them there.
However, Pearlfeather paused when Marigoldskip mentioned Mothflutter and immediately shook her head.
”Oh, no, Mothflutter is still training his first apprentice, so he doesn’t qualify,” Pearlfeather explained and let out a soft sigh. ”And even if he could compete, I don’t think he would. He isn’t the sort to go after roles like these, even if I think he would be quite good at them.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 19, 2024 14:32:50 GMT -5
Thundersnap
Thundersnap listened to the others as he started up the cliffs. He’d take them to Astrapeos’ Summit first to look out to the oceans. It was perhaps off of the tallest points within the clan’s territory, letting them see almost everywhere else, from the rest of their territory to the islands that were too far to swim to in the distance.
Thundersnap had always wondered what was on those islands. He knew one of them belonged to Okeaneos, but what about the others? Perhaps, one day, Thundersnap would find a way to reach them and finally get his answers.
”We’re getting close to the summit,” Thundersnap announced, glancing back at Cedarfrost and Cloudpaw. ”We’ll get a good view of the horizon from there.”
He turned around to keep walking when suddenly, Thundersnap paused, perking his ears at the sight of a rather young and fluffy apprentice. White and black fur and a scent similar to the old deputy’s.
Thundersnap tipped his head to the side. ”Pikepaw!” He called out for her, moving closer to the apprentice. ”What are you doing out here by yourself?”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 19, 2024 14:42:20 GMT -5
Sablefrost Laurel Stream | With Pantherprowl (Sand)
Sablefrost made sure to give Pantherprowl some space while he hunted, not wanting to scare away the fish for him. However, she made sure to stick close by, eyeing the riverbeds closely for any sign of flint. However, Sablefrost found herself glancing back over at Pantherprowl a couple of times, head tipped to the side.
Silhouettewing would be proud of him. Sablefrost had always thought he would make an excellent scout, but he had followed a different path and become a hunter, much like his mother. Sablefrost could respect that.
She twitched her tail when Pantherprowl came back to her with something that wasn’t quite flint but did seem rather cool.
”Huh….” Sablefrost pawed at the dark triangle curiously. ”What do you think it is?” She questioned curiously as she crouched down to get a better look. Sablefrost tipped her head to the side as she studied it.
In all honesty, Sablefrost wasn’t horribly picky about a token for herself, so long as it was respectable in some way, and though Sablefrost wasn’t sure what this was, that added a certain amount of mystery to it.
”What do you think, Pantherprowl?” Sablefrost questioned, glancing over at him. ”Should this be my token?”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 19, 2024 14:50:30 GMT -5
Puddleheart
Puddleheart’s eyes widened a little as even more cats volunteered to go with him to the Alter and pretty soon it was a whole patrol’s worth. Puddleheart fidgeted a little, looking down at his paws as his heart beat far too loudly in his chest for comfort. He had been hesitant with just one cat, but three was an entirely different story.
Sorrelmist was his adoptive sister, and Puddleheart appreciated that she wanted to come, but he hadn’t spoken to her much in awhile, he wasn’t even sure what to say, and he had almost never spoken to Hyacinthsong.
Part of him wanted to sneak away on his own, but Puddleheart recognized that would counterproductive.
So, instead, Puddleheart sighed and got back to his feet. ”A fighter, an entertainer, a hunter, and a medicine cat,” he mused quietly, not looking at any of them as he started to the entrance. ”All we need now is a scout and we’d have someone from everywhere—” Puddleheart paused and glanced back at them. ”We don’t actually need a scout, let’s just go.”
They certainly didn’t have time to wait for a scout to volunteer as well, and that was quite possibly, the last thing Puddleheart wanted right know: more cats in the patrol.
Taking the lead, Puddleheart padded out of the camp, figuring the others would follow him and hopefully keep each other entertained so he could focused and get through this with the minimal amount of talking on his part needed.
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Post by soot on Jul 19, 2024 16:57:12 GMT -5
Aspectpetal
Camp -|- With Stagshatter ( 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖)
Aspectpetal noticed the other cat’s demeanor, and subsequent lack of a response at the topic of when he’d earn his own apprentice. She supposes that’s a bit of a sore spot for him? Some cat’s have already gotten an apprentice, or fully trained one by his age, so Aspectpetal can see why that might be a.. bit of a disappointment. Though she thinks the Gods have a plan for him, apprentice included, they’ll just have to see.Aspectpetal gave a smile at his response, ears flickering slightly. “Cedarfrost would be a fantastic leader.” She replies a tad rambunctiously, though not totally loud. Aspectpetal isn’t looking to startle anyone, even if she’s feeling a bit more giddy now, with someone to speak with about the games.“Thundersnap would be good I think.. though Cedarfrost does outrank him in experience, at least from what I’ve noticed. But I think I’d be happy with both as well.” She responds, a small purr stuck in her chest.The gray cat tilted her head, an ear drooping with the action. “Actually.. if I didn’t interrupt anything- are you busy?” She asks after a moment, with a bit of an awkward smile. She gestures behind herself with her tail. “There’s still some flood damage I’m trying to work on, with refilling some water logged holes.” She pauses “And I might’ve got distracted mid way through collecting.. to make this.” She adds with flattened ears, glancing with a ducked head towards her token. |
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Bisexual
𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
just a sleepy guy
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Jul 19, 2024 17:51:38 GMT -5
Sandyhawks
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With Windingdeer // soot For some reason his mate's implication gets Sandyhawk to flush, the tips of his ears warming and nearly turning pink. He had to clear his throat and resist the urge to pull away so the molly wouldn't feel the heat rising from his pelt. He stayed close, however, and gently shook his head. "It was not my intention to look for one, dear." Sandyhawk finally spoke, giving the top of Windingdeer's head a quick lick. "Not to mention that I technically don't meet the qualifications. My apprentice never received their name."
Finally, Sandyhawk did pull away just so he could begin to pad towards the camp's exit. While he liked the idea of throwing his name into the ring of competitors, he just couldn't do it in good conscience. His thoughts were soon consumed with the image of his late apprentice, Duckpaw, remembering her as bright, energetic, and always eager to learn. It really was heartbreaking when she finally succumbed to greencough.
Watching as Puddlheart's patrol were finally clearing out, he stood by the entrance and looked back to his mate. "You coming?" He asked with an excited glint in his eyes. 
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With Nectardrop // Sand Her tail-tip flickered excitedly, and the small she-cat couldn't help but giggle at Nectardrop's reaction. Beedance then gave an affectionate lick to her daughters cheek. "I'm so sorry, my sweet. I didn't mean to startle you." She was always quick to apologize for everything, even though she was sure Nectardrop knew it wasn't her intention to scare.
She continued to giggle at the mention of the excited apprentices, knowing that she very easily would've been in the same if she were that age and about to witness her first ever Games. "I'm excited too! We'll have to cheer extra loud for Thundersnap." Beedance said with a firm nod. She briefly wondered if she should try and find a token herself, then nearly scoffed at the idea. There was no way she was leadership material, and she couldn't do something like that to Thundersnap. Even if she was confident she wouldn't win, Beedance wouldn't want to risk it with her son competing.
The bengal molly then swept her gaze across the whole camp, trying to find her nieces. She quickly spotted Sorrelmist by the entrance, leaving with her brother Puddleheart, then saw Sweetripple soon after talking with her father. Beedance shifted her weight between her paws and let out a hum. "Seems like they're both busy for the time being. Sorrelmist looks to be accompanying Puddleheart to the Alter, and Sweetripple is talking to Waspstreak. It might be best not to interrupt them." She reported to her own daughter. "We could ask them later tonight?"
Then an idea struck her and Beedance jolted from Nectardrop's side. "Oh! What if we go and pick some flowers ourselves in the meantime?"  "A token? Wow!" Riverlily responded excitedly, and then thought of Windshear. She hoped he might go looking for a token as well, there was no doubt in her mind that her mate held all of the qualities of a great leader. No offense to present company. "How wouldn't that seem super interesting to me? I'd be happy to join you! Plus if you plan on practicing you'll need a sparring partner." The pointed molly said in her chipper voice.
She trotted over to Thornfang to be a little closer to him, but maintained a friendly distance from her fellow clanmate. It had been a while since she had gone and practiced some moves herself. Probably wouldn't be too bad to brush up on some technique herself. Riverlily wasn't entirely sure why, but she'd been feeling pretty lethargic lately. Not only that, but she was beginning to feel somewhat nauseous if she moved around too much. She hoped that maybe she had consumed some bad prey recently, and that it would get better on its own. Riverlily didn't really want to bother Puddleheart with her little problems anyways, he had enough on his plate already. Though, she told herself that if she wasn't feeling better by the end of the games that she would go and see the medicine cat. She also made a mental note to not complain to Windshear about it, as she was sure he would march her straight to Puddleheart himself.
"What did you have in mind for a token? Maybe I can help you look for one?" She was trying to keep the conversation going, knowing that Thornfang wasn't the most chattiest fighter. |
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Post by Junospower on Jul 19, 2024 23:10:36 GMT -5
RainpawWith Fawnpaw | 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
That sound. That sound. What in the world was that? It froze the older apprentice to the spot. Blood running cold with dread. Rainpaw just stood there, gaping helplessly and fearfully at the chasm. The howling sounded too otherworldly to be the wind. It sounded like something alive. Something mad. ”Fawnpaw…” Rainpaw called out, his voice low and almost inaudible, not even classified as a whisper, “We… We should leave…”Something far, far deep within the cave creaked, like rocks tumbling down the side of the walls from within the pit. Was whatever what was in the cave moving? It could’ve been natural erosion of the cave, but when the air around him felt dark and heavy, it was a chance he wasn’t about to take. ”We shouldn’t be here…”
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Bisexual
𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
just a sleepy guy
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Jul 19, 2024 23:23:02 GMT -5
 It's a miracle that Sweetripple didn't grow up with such a big head from all the praise from her father. Anyone with eyes could see that, according to the old fighter, the young calico could do no wrong. Not that Sweetripple would ever do anything to compromise her father's image of her. So, perhaps he was right. After all, the molly just wanted to live a simple life surrounded by her family and loved ones. To dance her silly dances, and sing her little songs.
"I guess if you say so, it must be true." Sweetripple giggled, not having the heart to disagree with Waspstreak. Her yellow eyes carefully studied the tabby tom, watching as his shoulders lifted and he briefly met her gaze. She offered an encouraging smile. "I can't imagine why they wouldn't listen to you. Maybe others just won't expect it of you, but once they see you compete I have no doubt that they'll come around and see your potential!" She was being completely serious as she spoke.
Sweetripple was no fool, she knew her father could come across all harsh and prickly sometimes, but other cats just didn't know him like she did. She was almost positive that if her father competed he would most certainly win. Just be to safe, she might take some time to make an offer to Mínyeos for a little extra luck.
This time it was the young molly's turn to straighten up after Waspstreak's question, jumping to her paws and nodding excitedly. "Could I really? Please? I'd love to help you find a token! We'll have to make sure it's totally perfect." That got her purring again, and Sweetripple was practically bouncing over to the camp entrance.  Orangesky was prepared for some snarky reply, or for Bayfeather to brush her off completely. The hunter and fighter hadn't exactly been on the best of terms as of late. The molly wasn't sure when or why it happened, but their little spat was explosive and they'd been avoiding one another ever since. The venom in her voice nearly made her flinch, all too familiar with bite that came with Bayfeather's words sometimes, but the orange tabby kept her cool.
"Away." Orangesky replied quickly, already turning to pad out of camp. She paused for a moment and looked over her shoulder, studying Bayfeather thoroughly. "You coming, or what?" |
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Post by soot on Jul 19, 2024 23:29:03 GMT -5
Windingdeer
Leaving Camp -|- With Sandyhawk ( 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢)
Windingdeer looked expectantly at her mate, giving a small, huffed laugh at the clearing of his throat, and subsequent answer. Her ears dip down slightly, nuzzling the side of his face. A small attempt at comfort, even if she knows it won’t particularly do much. She remembers such an excited, eager face, and her ears dip a tad more.“It’ll stay a fun thought then.” She says, with a soft smile, she could starkly imagine Sandyhawk as a leader, her ears perking some at the idea. “But a walk with you just to walk sounds nice.” Windingdeer adds, watching the larger cat get to his paws, and pad towards the entrance. Windingdeer’s nose twitched some as she stood up as well, “Of course I am!” She says, bounding one, and two steps over to bump the flat of her head against his flank, before walking alongside.She always adores that excited look he gets, and Windingdeer can only imagine it’s what Dovepetal felt like with Windingdeer’s father. Grazing her tail some over the damp ground, she tilts her head. “So- did you just want to take a walk, or did you have something you wanted to do?” She asks, a tad curious. The molly is happy for a simple walk, but Windingdeer is a little curious. Especially with the recent.. events. |
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Post by soot on Jul 20, 2024 0:49:26 GMT -5
Windingdeer
Leaving Camp -|- With Sandyhawk ( 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢)
Windingdeer happily bumped into him every other step, tail grazing his. Letting it wrap around her own gladly. She always was one for physical affection when it was with those she’s close with. Much less so with companions, than an actual dear friend, or mate in this case. With Sandyhawk, it made her especially giddy, and content whenever she did.Her ears flicked, before flattening, eyes widen. “Oh- me? No-“ She says a tad quickly before pausing, and her ears flicking at the thought. “I.. don’t really think I’m all that suited for such a weighty role. Let alone having too much of a chance at beating the games in the first place.” She replies as they let their paws lead them, more than an actual destination in mind.Windingdeer’s a good enough hunter, so she could have a shot at the first round, at least against the scouts or fighters. But besides that? She’s not got too much of a particular skill. Not that she really thinks anyway.
To be fair, if she’s what the gods think is what’s needed for the clan, she’ll happily step into the role.. but she doesn’t think they’ve glanced at her too much, besides her devotion. They did save her life, after all. |
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#90ec86
Name Colour
Pineclaw
Abbey Champion
Pronouns: He/Him or They/Them
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Post by Pineclaw on Jul 20, 2024 8:31:13 GMT -5
Cedarfrost, Cloudpaw - The Cliffs - Thundersnap, Pikepaw (𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 ), (Ember34 )Cedarfrost followed in silence as they started up the cliffs. He kept a close eye on the other two though he was sure he didn't have too. Even if one of them got too close to the edge once they'd reached a higher point they wouldn't be so stupid or clumsy that they'd fall off. But Cedarfrost had seen his fair share of reckless apprentices wanting to show off how cool or brave they are and overly eager warriors that sometimes he forgot that most of his clanmates had enough common sense. Suddenly he caught a familiar scent and just as Thundersnap stopped he knew who it was. He stepped forward to stand beside the younger warrior and sure enough, he could see Pikepaw. As if his thoughts about troublesome clanmates had summoned her. Cedarfrost let out an impatient growl and padded along Thundersnap as he moved closer to her. "Yes," he meowed, his voice dangerously calm. "What are you doing, away from the rest of your patrol?"Cloudpaw nearly bumped into Thundersnap when he suddenly paused but before she could ask him she also spotted a cat she soon recognized as Pikepaw. She made a face as Thundersnap and Cedarfrost moved towards the other apprentice, annoyed that they let themselves get sidetracked by this. So what if Pikepaw was here on her own? Maybe the hunting patrol had split up and she had been sent to hunt here. Unlikely, she thought. But even if Pikepaw had ran off on her own, why did it have to interfere with their border patrol? They had more important things to do than dealing with an disobedient apprentice. Pikepaw was old enough to look after herself for a while, she didn't need Thundersnap and Cedarfrost looking after her. Besides, she was with Stoatchase's patrol and therefore the hunters' responsibility. Surely he or one of the others would come get her if she really wasn't supposed to be here. Though it would make them waste time they could spend hunting. Cloudpaw glowered at Pikepaw at that. If she really was doing her own thing without permission she was being a hindrance to the rest of her patrol, either making things harder for them by not properly contributing or by making them look for her. While it looked like Pikepaw was trying to catch some prey this wasn't where she was supposed to do it. Finally Cloudpaw also stepped forward to get closer to Pikepaw. She said nothing and tried to feign indifference but she also didn't bother trying hard enough as her displeasure to see her here was still clearly visible.
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Aroace
#90ec86
Name Colour
Pineclaw
Abbey Champion
Pronouns: He/Him or They/Them
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Post by Pineclaw on Jul 20, 2024 9:07:12 GMT -5
Brightpaw - MyrtleClan Territory - Whimbrelstep (Sand )Brightpaw watched her curiously as Whimbrelstep shuffled her paws. She seemed unsure about something and he began to doubt even more that whatever she was going to ask was something he actually would have something useful to say about. When she finally spoke though his eyes lit up with excitement. "The Games? Really?!" he meowed in a half-whisper, clearly excited but still keeping his voice down. While there was no other cat nearby as far as he could tell he still didn't want to make a ruckus. She'd just asked him not to tell anyone so of course he wouldn't betray her by shouting about it for everyone to hear. As she went on his smile widened. "Of course you should," he said eagerly. "I think you'd do great! And even if you can't keep up with Stoatchase or Thundersnap or others like them I'd still think you've proven yourself just by competing against them. I mean, not everyone would dare to enter with that kind of competition. And if you make it really far? Even better!" Hopefully Whimbrelstep really would enter the games. While Brightpaw knew that she was right and that there were cats much more likely to win he still wanted to see her compete. The games were important, sure, but Brightpaw believed that there was more to gain from this than just winning. The clan needed a new leader of course but that didn't mean this was the only reason for a cat to participate. If he had the chance to compete he'd take it, even if he knew he had no chance of winning. Just the experience was worth it and the better he did the more he'd prove his skill to the clan. But then again not everyone was like that. For plenty of cats it probably was all about becoming the next leader. He wondered what it was like for Whimbrelstep. Hopefully he hadn't offended her by making it so clear that he agreed that others were more likely to win. So he quickly said "I'd be cool if you did win, of course! Stoatchase is the best hunter we have but that doesn't mean you have no chance at all! I'm just saying that even if you don't win it'd still be worth a shot." Then he grinned at her and padded just a little faster. "So, we better get you your token if you really want to enter. The sooner we get to the stream the sooner we'll find something for you!"
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Jul 20, 2024 16:30:18 GMT -5
completely got names mixed up in my last reply- she meant Dovepetal and not Soothsight oopsie, thats on me :3 PUMPKINPAW - - ★
with [ VINEDCLAW ] at [ LAUREL'S STREAM ] | soot
The young brown and white tabby mollies eyes glittered with happiness- overjoyed that her mentor was completely on board with her silly antics. She was excited to pick out some pretty things that she could bring back to Dovepetal. He grandmother always enjoyed anything that Pumpkinpaw would bring her, and the little things tended to have sentimental value, too.
Like her mentor had said, Pumpkinpaw took lead, starting to lead the way through Myrtleclan territory. She followed the path she had padded through a few times to the stream, sniffing softly at the bushes and leaves as they walked. Eventually, the beautiful sound of the water lapping at the stream bed filled her ears. With her tail up in the air, the young apprentice bounced towards the water and sat by the edge, eyeing the rocks and shells that sifted through the water. There was so many pretty things- ones that she knew Dovepetal would love.
After a moment, Pumpkinpaw gracefully dipped her paw into the water and purred as she pulled out a marbled blue and white rock. She held it out towards Vinedclaw. "I think Dovepetal will really like this! I can probably carry this and the moss and feathers in some leaves." She mewed, placing the rock down on the grassy floor before bouncing towards one of the trees. She clawed some moss off the bark with ease and added it to the spot with her rock, before turning to look for some leaves next. Pumpkinpaw found a few, bouncing over to grab them. She laid two on top of each other and placed her finds on the leaves.
"Okay now prey!" She chirped excitedly. Despite being a fighter, the idea of hunting was still slightly appealing, and she wanted nothing more than to make her mentor proud in anything and everything. "I smell some sparrows or blackbirds nearby, maybe," The molly lifted her nose and sniffed, before eying the birds up in the tree. "Up there!" She mewed. "Do you think I could climb up there and catch one for Dovepetal?" Pumpkinpaw asked, eyes widened. |
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Post by soot on Jul 20, 2024 17:44:31 GMT -5
Vinedclaw
Vinedclaw followed swiftly behind Pumpkinpaw, keeping track of just exactly where they were headed. Of course, keeping her nose lifted, in case any odd creatures decided to take this as an opportunity for a bit of a fight.
Eventually, as Vinedclaw happily noted, the chiming sound of water gently making its way through its designated path came to ear. A pleasant sound, and frankly, one of Vinedclaw’s favorite places. She very much enjoys seeing the pebbles, rocks, and even the occasional fish glide by, glinting.
Vinedclaw quirked an ear, looking for anything particularly eye catching in the water..
She pauses in her search when Pumpkinpaw speaks excitedly, taking a paw step or two to look over the eye easing rock. “Dovepetal will certainly enjoy it.” She says, nudging the rock away from the river’s edge some, so the excitable apprentice doesn’t knock it in by accident. It is wuite the beautiful gift. “Leaves… should definitely work perfect. A few feathers would be good too, just for the nests that got hurt.” She adds.Leaves will work great for carrying them, and collects a quick one or two on the ground herself that oughta do, before the fighter glances over to Pumpkinpaw. “Yes! Just to help lighten the morning up.” She says in confirmation, tilting her head back, keeping her ears swiveled.She was taught it’s always good to keep sharp on all of your skills, even ones you don’t technically specialize in. Hunting is very important, and fighters, especially in leaf bare, might need the to take the opportunity to hunt on patrols should their prey supply be low enough.The fighter flicks her tail slightly, to quiet Pumpkinpaw before she nods, and gently crouches. Stalking towards the tree’s base, her claws unsheathing, and her weight on her back legs just a tad more.Vinedclaw looks over to Pumpkinpaw expectantly. |
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Jul 20, 2024 18:02:56 GMT -5
SORRELMIST - - ★
with [ PUDDLEHEART ] & [ HYACINTHSONG ] at [ MYRTLECLAN TERRITORY ] | 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 // 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 //
Sorrelmist opened her mouth to respond to the thought about adding a scout to their patrol, but then closed after Puddleheart clarified they wouldn't actually need one. With a shrug of her shoulders, the small molly bounced on her paws and followed her adoptive brother out of camp, tail waving in the air. "It's been a while since I've been to the alter!" She mewed, striking up a conversation with any of the three cats they traveled with. "I haven't been there since I was an apprentice." She added in a gently, eyes glittering with the memory as she bounded behind Puddleheart.
The molly eventually grew quiet again, nothing but a mere hum leaving her throat as the patrol made their way through the undergrowth and the trees, heading across the pathway that lead to the Alter of the Gods. Sorrelmist glanced towards Hyacinthsong. "When was the last time you visited?" She asked after a moment, curiosity wracking through her. She was just being her typical bubbly self, and starting conversation wherever she could. Her gaze then shifted towards Puddleheart curiously. "I wonder if he'll get the answers he seeks." She added softly before looking down the path way.
"Hey, Puddleheart? Should we maybe gather some things to sacrifice?" She asked curiously. Sorrelmist's ears twitched and her gaze remained locked on the path, though her mind wondered to the thought of what they could temporarily stop and gather. They had a hunter, so would a meal sacrificed to the gods suffice? She could make a flower crown, too, but she wasn't sure how that would work out in terms of sacrifices. She was just pondering now, trying to think of different things that could aid them, hoping she wasn't the only one to think about the idea of a sacrifice. It had been what she was taught as an apprentice, so it was only right.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Jul 20, 2024 18:56:53 GMT -5
WASPSTREAK - - ★
with [ SWEETRIPPLE ] at [ CAMP, TERRITORY ] | 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
Waspstreak couldn't help the deep purr that rumbled in his own throat at his daughters kind words. Shaking himself out, the tom nudged her shoulder with her head before leading the way towards the camp entrance, wanting to get to token hunting sooner rather than later. "Perhaps you're right, then. After all, when have you ever been wrong, Sweetripple?" He asked gently before slipping out on the entrance to the Myrtleclan Camp.
"But, I'd love nothing more than for you to join me on finding a token. You might have a better idea on what I could use than myself. Best thing I can even think of right now is a rock and that's a little... Obvious, don't you think?" He asked softly, amber eyes shifting to look towards the calico molly that followed him. There were probably so many other ideas that he could go with, but his daughter was by far more creative than he was himself. She was an entertainer after all, a think he could've never hoped to be. The dances and singing weren't something he could do. He was built for fighting and battles, protecting those he loved and driven to keep his clan safe. Maybe a wasp or a bee would be a good token. But how would he catch a bug? He twitched his whiskers, huffing. Sweetripple would definitely have a better idea that he would, and he would make note to thank her endlessly if he was ever made leader or even deputy.
It was also moments like this that he spent with his only daughter that he wished his mate was with them. Sweetflame would've been all for his putting his own paw in the ring for leader as well. His tail drooped ever so slightly as he thought of the deceased molly- the one who seemed to live happily through their daughter. Waspstreak truly just wished they could have been a happy pair of parents together and not apart. 『• • • ✎ • • •』 BAYFEATHER - - ★
with [ ORANGESKY ] at [ LEAVING CAMP, WALKING TOWARDS THE SANDS OF POLÈMEOS ] | 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
Bayfeather stared at the ginger tabby for a moment before casting her gaze around. Many cats were all on their paws and dispersed so it was only a matter of time for the two to be overheard by cats passing by. She got to her own paws, shaking out her pelt before following after Orangesky. A snort left the calico's nose at the impatience emanating from the other molly. Ears flattening, she glared back intently. "I'm coming, you don't need to get your whiskers in a twist, Orangesky." She growled in response, tail lashing behind her as she slipped out of camp behind the molly with ease.
Bayfeather sniffed at the air, maw slightly opened as she tasted the air. So many scents- all the cats of the clan. She had made note that most cats headed upstream, so she gestured for Orangesky to follow her. "Lets go this way, most cats seemed to have headed upstream. We can go sit by the ocean, at the Sands of Polèmeos, and talk." She decided. She knew Orangesky wouldn't argue with the idea of being away from as many cats as possible. Despite their recent feud, Bayfeather couldn't help but be curious as to what the other ginger and white tabby wanted to talk about.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 21, 2024 14:34:54 GMT -5
Stagshatter Camp | With Aspectpetal (soot)
Stagshatter froze for a second when Aspectpetal asked if he was busy. Truthfully, and perhaps even a bit ashamedly, he was not. Stagshatter had missed the chance to go on patrol with Thundersnap, too caught up in his own thoughts, and he hadn’t been able to tag along. So, unfortunately, he was still at camp, not doing anything entirely productive.
So, when Aspectpetal explained what she had been doing before getting distracted by her creation, Stagshatter quickly jumped on the chance to help.
”Yes, I can help,” Stagshatter said quickly and looked around at the camp. ”Perhaps we should pray to Skafoteos first,” he offered, fidgeting slightly on his paws. ”So he will bless us with good construction for camp.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 21, 2024 14:40:58 GMT -5
Fawnpaw
Fawnpaw’s eyes widened, a sense of wonder surging through her at the deep creaking depths of the chasm. What was that? What did it mean?
Curiosity pricked at her, urging her to investigate further, however, just as Fawnpaw tried to take a step closer to the chasm, something stopped her. Her paw hovered over the ground and a small voice in her head urged her to put it down and walk further into the cave, to find out exactly what it was called the Lost Cave. Yet…as Fawnpaw tried, another voice, this one even smaller, told her to stop.
There was something living down there, something even Fawnpaw knew not to mess with.
So when Rainpaw decided it was time to leave, Fawnpaw could do nothing but nod in agreement. ”Right…right,” Fawnpaw said, slowly backing up until she bumped into Rainpaw, her feet stepping over lose pebbles that gave way below her and tumbled toward the chasm, falling inside. ”We should go,” Fawnpaw agreed, not wanting to hear what happened when those pebbles finally hit the floor.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 21, 2024 14:58:55 GMT -5
Puddleheart
Puddleheart took the lead, each step fast and determined as he padded out of the camp and into the olive grove just outside. He could still hear the others talking, however, he did his best to ignore them. They could entertain each other, but Puddleheart had other things on his mind. It had been…too long since he had last properly spoken to the gods.
Of course, every half moon he took himself to the Alter to communicate with Ilíosikieos and receive prophecy. Sometimes the sun god had something for him and other times he seemed more interested in simply “hanging out” with Puddleheart, which was not something he entirely understood. Surely a god couldn’t be lonely. However, outside of his visits to the Pool of Ichor, Puddleheart had been…avoiding the gods a little, ever since Pomegranatefur died.
Perhaps that’s why they sent the flood. Perhaps Puddleheart himself was to blame.
Just then, Sorrelmist spoke up, pulling Puddleheart from his thoughts and he glanced back at her and the others. ”What?” He questioned, and then registered what she had said a few seconds later. ”Oh…no, we won’t need any offerings this time. At least, none you’ll find out here,” he promised and turned away again to focus on the path ahead of them.
This wasn’t going to be the type of prayer the others were used to. The offerings they knew to bring would be useless here.
But at least Puddleheart knew exactly what to do.
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A long walk later—most of which Puddleheart had tuned out, lost in his thoughts—they had finally arrived at the Alter of the Gods.
Puddleheart looked up at the cave, hidden underneath curtains of long vines. He had been there so many times before, and in a way, Puddleheart could almost claim to feel more at home here than back at the camp.
After a moment, he took a breath and stepped forward, pausing to glance toward the small pond just off to the side. He quickly stepped into it, wetting his paws and cleaning them of any dirt and grime from the forest before he stepped back out. ”Wipe your paws before you enter,” he instructed without looking back. ”The gods don’t appreciate mortal filth.”
Taking a breath, Puddleheart steadied himself and stepped inside.
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Post by soot on Jul 21, 2024 15:23:40 GMT -5
Aspectpetal
Camp -|- With Stagshatter ( 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖)
Aspectpetal was quite relieved at the tom’s quick, if a tad too quick, response, a tad curious as to what’s running through the other cat’s brain before she went about accepting his help.The gray molly’s ears flickered thankfully. “Thank the gods.” She says, shoulders bunched some. “I wasn’t sure I could get it done before the first game by myself. Thank you.” Aspectpetal says, and thanks.At the mention of prayer, she hops on board similarly quick to his own precious acceptance. “Oh! Of course. That’s a stellar idea.” She says with a smile, unfurling her tail curled around herself before gently dipping her head.Aspectpetal prays among her thoughts, a few of them vocal as she muttered a few. A polite asking of guidance, help, and she ends it with a more audible ‘Thank you, Skafoteos.’After that, and making sure her companion has finished as well, she stands to her paws. “I’ll return this to my nest as quick as a bug, then we can go collect some more supplies for our exteriors!” She affirms quickly, already taking her little token in her maw, and bounding towards her nest.She set it down gently before making her way back towards Stagshatter, gesturing with her tail for him to follow her. “I know a good spot for some building stuffs. A quick grab of a few, and then we can finish up the last bit over there.” Aspectpetal explains with a glance at the small area needing finishing. “Just a few more twigs.. and filling some holes that are very adamant at being very rude.” |
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 21, 2024 17:05:34 GMT -5
Stagshatter Camp | With Aspectpetal (soot)
When Aspectpetal said her prayer, Stagshatter moved to do the same. He shifted a little and sat down, curling his tail over his large paws as he bent his ears back. He offered a quick prayer of gratitude to Skafoteos, thanking him for the structures he provided them so they could have a safe place to call home, and asked for his help in patching up the damage the flood had done, so that the camp would be even more fortified than before.
Once he was done, Stagshatter opened his eyes and blinked, looking over at Aspectpetal. She mentioned returning her…contraption to her nest and Stagshatter nodded silently in response, craning his neck to look about the camp and see any potential weak spots that needed patching up.
The flood had done a number on their camp and repairs had needed to be made everywhere, but especially the elder’s den. Stagshatter frowned and glanced at his feet, remembering that Laurelstar and Fignose weren’t the only cats lost. Gemsbrook and her son had also been lost to the flood, trapped in the elders den and unable to get out. They had saved Soothsight at least, but at the cost of their own lives.
Stagshatter let out a sigh and shook his head. Maybe with all these new repairs, nothing like that would happen again.
Soon, Aspectpetal had returned and Stagshatter listened intently as she listed what still needed to be done. ”Right, show me where you were working and we’ll have it patched up in no time,” Stagshatter stated with a flick of his ears.
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𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢
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Post by 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚢 on Jul 21, 2024 17:54:17 GMT -5
Something about Sorrelmist was quite amusing to Hyacinthsong, watching the young entertainer practically bouncing on her paws as she walked. Then her eyes widened a bit in surprise as she was addressed directly, suddenly leaning her head in closer as Sorrelmist's voice lowered. "I think it was when I was an apprentice myself." She answered, then suddenly smiled. A rare thing for the blue molly lately. "Don't tell anyone, but I disliked how long it took to get to the alter, and then how it felt like forever to clean it." Then Puddleheart spoke up, claiming they didn't need to offer any sacrifices, and Hyacinthsong moved away from the calico to keep her eyes on the path ahead.
The rest of the way there she politely responded to all of Sorrelmist's small talk, letting the younger molly control the flow of conversation. It wasn't much longer until they'd arrived at the alter and Puddleheart immediately stepped into the pond to wash his paws. Hyacinthsong was quick to follow, relishing in the cool water as she made sure her own paws were clean before stepping out.
She took one last glance over to Sorrelmist before stepping inside the Alter herself. "I'm sure we'll find something for you! A rock isn't an entirely bad idea either." Sweetripple added with a smile as she trotted beside him. Soon they were walking out of the olive tree grove together, seemingly with no destination in mind. Except that Sweetripple knew exactly where they should go. Wordlessly taking the lead, the young calico was leading them towards the beach. With Waspstreak mentioning a rock, she thought they might find a pretty one, that with some dye they could paint yellow stripes on. Not exactly a wasp or a bee, but a much easier item to obtain.
They mostly walked in silence, with Sweetripple enjoying some peaceful time together with her father. Sometimes it was common for him to strike up a conversation, or for her to talk most of the time, but she wanted to enjoy the warm morning with him.
They had arrived by the afternoon, the sounds of the gulls and other birds chirping and squawking while the waves crashed against the sandy shore. The tide was out, which meant plenty of opportunities to find some pretty shells, or unique looking rocks. Sweetripple turned to Waspstreak with an excited glint in her eyes. "I go this way, you go that way?" She suggested, nodding her head to the opposite end of the beach for him to go to. She figured they could cover more ground that way.
Without waiting for an actual answer, the young molly was off, bounding down the beach and immediately going out towards the tide. It was then that she put her nose to the ground and kept her eye out for... something, anything that she would deem worthy enough to be considered a token.
After some searching, a glint in a shallow pool caught her eye so she padded over to investigate. Her eyes widened in excitement at what she'd found, and Sweetripple lifted her head to call out to Waspstreak. "Dad! Dad, over here! Come quick! Look what I found!" |
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Post by soot on Jul 21, 2024 18:00:20 GMT -5
Aspectpetal
Camp -|- With Stagshatter ( 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 )
The molly dips her snout in agreement. “Sounds perfect to me! Right this way.” She guides him quickly, tail lifted. The area they’re going to be fixing is the place some of the most water damaged, it’s taken days to get it this much better, now with only a bit more to work on.
The area surrounding some of the dens, particularly the Elders, was in need of much repair. Even inside, but from what she knows, a few others are working at that currently. She was tasked with just outside of it. A few holes of water left, and damaged walls. She’s trying to repair it to be better than it had been even previously, weaving together a more intricate but sturdy wall.
”This is what we’rp working on.. but I do need an extra maws aid at gathering a bit more to help with a few more patches around here. A quick trip, then we can c’mon back and fix this all up!”Aspectpetal quickly leads them out of one of the entrances, and out into the grove. It was a rather quick trip as she lifted her nose, before turning, and bounding off to the right, heading right for the collection of water right near camp, connected to Laurel’s Stream.Around the edges, where it fully connected to the little bowl by camp, the flood had left a collection of materials scattered about, which could have only been the work of the gods. Even with the.. losses the flood had caused, they were given what they were needed to help repair, and recover from it, which she is eternally grateful for.“Right here! We can get a pile of these, and take it back home.” Aspectpetal says, taking a glance at Stagshatter. She offers a somewhat somber smile, at the reasonings behind their work, but still happy nonetheless.Aspectpetal’s ears dip in concentration as she makes her way over, sifting through the more viable options. Most are rather suited, so the molly collects a good few, setting them in a pile just off to the side.She flicks her tail with a somewhat distracted haze in her eyes before she pauses, looking over to Stagshatter.“Bit of an odd question, yeah? But-“ The molly pauses, seeming somewhat ashamed at the thought of what she’s about to ask. “Do you think the flood happened.. simply because of the natural cycle, or because.. the Okeaneos was angered somehow?” |
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Post by Junospower on Jul 21, 2024 18:39:14 GMT -5
RainpawWith Fawnpaw | 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
Wordlessly nodding to Fawnpaw, too afraid to speak so he didn’t disturb whatever was down there anymore then they already were, he gently nudged the younger apprentice ahead of him towards the cave’s entrance. Somewhere behind him, the thing howled again and the rocks creaked before settling down again. Yep. They needed to leave now. He was all too happy when sunlight greeted them, hopefully whatever creature was down there was afraid of the light, gods willing. His paws were trembling slightly by the time they felt the soft grass beneath them. “Never again,” Rainpaw breathed, “We’re to never do that again. We don’t go back. We don’t speak of this.”
Why… Why did he let her convince him?! He just wanted to go hunting… He could only hope they haven’t just awaken something in there and put the clan in more danger.
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Post by lazzylake on Jul 22, 2024 1:14:28 GMT -5
Smolderdawn • Outside Camp • with Windshear (-` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 ) and Wolfpaw (Ember34 )
“Hold up, who said I didn't have faith in you? I’m helping you find this token, right?” Smolderdawn returned her sibling's gesture by giving Windshear a childish nudge. ”Seeing you two mouse-brains compete will be the highlight of my season.” She watched as the gray tabby licked his ruffled fur and had to give credit to Wolfpaw. His words were always genuine and sincere, which Smolderdawn severely lacked. With her ego fed, a hint of sincerity also crept into her tone, a rare moment in which Smolderdawn attempted to reciprocate another's praise. ”I’m flattered, Wolfpaw. And you both make a fair argument, between the three of us, we would have a pretty decent chance of winning something to- continue the legacy, so to speak. It'd be refreshing to catch up in spite of all the time we missed as apprentices." Smolderdawn solemnly reflected on those cherished but scarce memories of her and Windshear's training days. They grew distant because of different paths, and eventually, Smolderdawn's expectancy. The former queen shook off a bigger swell of emotion before continuing. "I’ll tell you both what, if I manage to find a token of my own before sundown, I’ll partake in the contest.” Although it seems rather pointless.Smolderdawn had to refrain from snickering as Windshear questioned her on tokens. “You’d have Okeaneos’ blessing if a twister carried you off,” she remarked, prickly personality returning. As if the wind answered her call, a breeze wafted to Smolderdawn, carrying an alarming scent. Her smoke colored hackles raised as every hair stood on edge. Something smelled like it was burning. Immediately she went on guard. The scout turned to her son, orange eyes sparking with unease. "Wolfpaw," she spoke, unusually quiet. " do you scent anything odd? I smell something faint, but maybe your keen senses could help." I can't admit that my tracking skills are failing me.
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