✨Starless Sky [On-site Warriors RP] [CLOSED]✨
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Posted 2022-12-10 07:56:20
Lilacivy - deputy - he/him - lake"I have heard such things, witnessed them even. I think being emotional or vulnerable is endearing, and being able to really feel for your clan is what makes one a good leader in my opinion," the lilac tom declared. He didn't care to imagine the sort of treatment that Breammist had been subject to while within ShadowClan. Her name affectionately referred to the RiverClan part of her heritage as did her skill set which was likely a large point of tension between Breammist and the other cats. The she wasn't harsh like most ShadowClan cats seemed to be, and he was sure that this was reason for her to be outcast and treated unfairly in her home. He was glad to know that she at least had her siblings to be with her as she grew up. Lilacivy hoped that StormClan could begin to really learn from one another how useful different skills and personalities could be. The fighting they did for survival was bad enough, yet these cats seemed to keep their stiff attitudes about keeping away from others. They were one clan now, born of two clans. Rivals who now must care for each other in order to care for themselves. "I think StormClan is a new opportunity, something unique that we must all put effort into nursing like a kit. It will all turn out for the best once the newness wears away." |
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Posted 2022-12-11 14:25:47
@lost quailbristle's mouth creases in dismay, and she feels a sharp pain in her gut. They looked so awful like this, so desperate, longing, in so much despair. She's not sure why, but it makes her feel angry. "Scarlet.." She trails off as she tries to make sense of Lost's tumbling words. She died here. Quailbristle realizes, and she glances over to the calico, wincing. "i'm sorry." Quailbristle wishes he could comfort them more, but no thoughts come to mind. Other then letting Lost into camp to visit the grave, or moving the grave. And the latter felt too disrespectful. But the former… Quailbristle couldn't do that, no matter how much he wanted to. StormClan would forbid it. StarClan would forbid it. Well then StarClan is wrong he snarls to himself, and he scrapes the earth in frustration. "Yes.. yes, they did." Quailbristle takes a step back, suddenly fearful. It wouldn't hurt to spend more time with Lost, surely? StormClan didn't need her right now, she didn't need StormClan. She didn't need to see Hawkcry, or Mousecatcher, or even Minkfur. But she knows she has to go back eventually. And the longer she waits, the more it hurts. She hesitates, and turns to Lost. "I. I'll find a way to let you visit Scarlet when we meet again in three days. I promise. I should really get going now." Blizzardwhisker — She/Her — Deaf @Minkfur Blizzardwhisker shares a smile of her own, and glances around camp to find something easy to start with, and eventually sees Little Brown and Mosskit in the medicine den alongside the other patients. I'll name ranks. She decides, and winces and she shifts back to face Minkfur. "This is 'Apprenti-se'." She lifts her left paw, spreads each pawpad, and swipes downward with her claws. Next, she repeats the sign, this time with claws out. "Warrior." Featherspire — He/They/Xe — Camp @Broccolistump, Treepaw Featherspire's grateful to see Broccolistump so willing to follow along, considering his usual stubborn attitude. Xe give a loud purr, and sweep xer tail to motion Broccolistump and Treepaw to follow. The medicine cat stalks quietly over to the gap in the barrier, and pulls open the brambles. "Senior Warriors first," Featherspire coos, and waits for the tom to enter, before following. |
 cinnrowan #87617 |
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Posted 2022-12-12 10:19:36
@ Quailbristle Lost shakes themself out of their stupor to respond to the anxious tabbys words. "Yes, I-I'm sorry I've stayed here for so long. Thank you for talking to me, it was…nice." Lost lightly brushes their tail against the tabby's fluffy pelt as they turn to pad off, but they look back at Quailbristle one last time to softly murmur "Please take care with those nightwalkers… I would miss your companionship if something were to happen." Skin heating, they turn away and walk off at a brisk pace to try and rid themselves of the gory scene. Seeing it bloodied up made the bare jack think of things they tended to avoid thinking of. Plus, they felt embarrassed at their admittance of enjoying Quailbristles company. The brisk walk to their clearing went fine, and they sat down in the middle of it, feeling a bit empty without any company. Glancing down Lost sees the remains of the rabbit the clan cat had munched on. Lost clears away most of it, but keeps the skull as they remember Quailbristle toying with it. Lost sighs to themselves they lay down by it. The shock from earlier had faded and was now replaced with frustration and a sense of dread. Lost wasn't truly mad at the clan cats as they didn't know anything about their place of camp. It was the idea that they wouldn't allow them to even go in that made a tight feeling appear in their chest. Scarlet is… was their only friend, even if she is up in the stars now. Their only reason to stay in this frigid landscape. Without her, what was the point? Lost had no one else to stay with, no groups nearby that would accept them. Even if they were accepted, Lost felt they would never truly be able to trust in another cat again after what had happened. All of this is too much for Lost. They curl up on the frost-hardened ground and close their eyes. Maybe after a nap they would be able to think clearly. And if not, at least when you were asleep you could ignore current troubles. Minkfur- She/Her- Elder @Blizzardwhisker Minkfur mimics the white she-cats movements with interest, trying to commit it to memory. It had been a while since Minkfur had learned something new and the mackerel tabby was happy to have something to focus on besides their current predicament. No claws, weak, apprentice. Claws, strong, Warrior. Minkfur nodded, deciding that she understood it. The elder was determined to learn this interesting way of speaking. Breammist- She/Her- Warrior @Lilacivy Breammist listens carefully to the lilac toms words, a soft smile appearing on her muzzle as she nods in agreement. "I personally am glad that our clans merged. All the fighting always seemed a bit unnecessary to me." Softer than before she murmurs "I just wish we maybe could have done this sooner…. Maybe Windclan and Riverclan would still be beside us." She stands up, stretching for a moment before giving Lilacivy a much more cheerful smile. "But hey, if we're going to nurse this clan-kit thing, we gotta be able to feed it as well. Are you up to try fishing again? They all swam back while we were talking." |
 ☀️🦦Mayfly🦦 ☀️ #94853 |
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Posted 2022-12-12 16:41:44
Succulentnettle - She/her - Location: Medicine cat denThe brown-golden rosetted cat was about to leave but stopped when she heard Fadedpaw tell her no. But the clan needs food! She thought, her green eyes pleading in an attempt to make Fadedpaw allow her to go hunt. Succulentnettle looked back down at her back paw once Fadedpaw pointed it out, acknowledging that she should probably stay and let them treat the thorn at least - its constant pain had become quite annoying every time she stayed still long enough to notice it. Reluctantly, she agreed to stay and let her treat her. "Okay.." She responded, looking over at Ivyshade. Maybe I can sneak out of camp later to catch more prey, or maybe while she's still treating Ivyshade. Succulentnettle began to plan, she didn't wanna just stay around and be useless. She might be physically hurt, but in her mind Succulentnettle could win against anything that challenged Stormclan all by herself! Plus, she still wanted to make sure that fox had died. |
 Sweet 🍭🍼☁️ [it/its] #72393 |
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Posted 2022-12-13 03:44:06
BroccoliStump ~ He/Him ~ WarriorThe large male looks at his mini, who purrs slightly, brimming with some kind of exightment he hasn't seen in her sense she was a very young kit. And now his ciriosity peaks, wondering what could have made his quiet, deadly daughter so suddenly positive. But it coos a purr from in his own chest, weather or not he knew why. He follows Featherspire with careful eyes, watchful even if he was willing to follow. He nods softly, he was bigger then Featherspire and he had his daughter with him. so that killed any possiblity of him worrying about an attack from the medicine cat. Though he knew Featherspire wasn't the fighting type, he still always had suspicions. Then a scent fills his nose. he freezes. a scent he had not smelled in many moons. he rushes his way through the rest of the bushes, and his eyes meet a crimson gaze that makes his heart pick up speed and a purr well in his chest. He almost never had good control of himself around her. But that was one of the reasons he loved her. the two contrasted each others personalities like yin and yang. He was always more relaxed around her. and he thought that he would never be relaxed again. " . . . Rocky . . .?" he asks slowly, a name he had given the female when they have first met. MoonFur ~ She/Her ~ LonerMoonfur sees him first. Seeing as he makes his way our of the bushes, a few twigs and such clinging to his thick curly coat. then his eyes meet hers. She swears she hears a purr from him but that could have easily been some wind she misheard. at first she doesn't believe its him. His scent was fiermilair, but changed. he has been living with other cats . . . she thinks to herself, a pain tangling in her chest at the possiblity he found someone else. a new mate. Then he says it. the name she hasn't heard in so long, the name she took before Moonfur. "Rocky . . .?" it was him. "B-Broccoli-" her voice quivers and she speaks breathlessly, and the two run to each other, both crying as they embrace and groom each other. reunited at last. |
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Posted 2022-12-13 06:50:30 (edited)
@Blizzardwhisker,Fadedpaw, Succulentnettle IvyShade's front leg gave way and she fell to the ground.She let out a few exausted coughes and wheezes,"Do you have anything to sooth my throat?Honey perhaps?"she wheezed.However anyone could see she needed a lot more than honey.A few of her cuts were bleeding again and she didnt look nearly as feisty and spirited as she normally was.Some of her white fur was so stained with blood that it appeared pink. |
 amylog-"I eat books" #91390 |
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Posted 2022-12-13 07:22:50
Fadedpaw - MCA - she/they - Location: Medicine Den@Ivyshade, Succulentnettle, Heatherstump When Succulentnettle responded, Fadedpaw nodded. Satisfied with the cats cooperation. "I want you to rest and make sure the bleeding has stopped before going back out there." They say, turning attention to Ivyshade to begin applying the salve. "You might get an infection if those wounds open back up, Succulentnettle." Then, Ivyshade stumbled. Falling to the ground and her leg collapsed under her. Fadedpaw's eyes opened wide, and she crouched to assist her. Honey? She thought, the last thing Ivyshade needed right now was honey. Her fur was pink now, darkening as her wounds started bleeding again. After, Fadedpaw thought. After I heal her then I can get her honey. "Hang on, Ivyshade." They stand up a little, looking around the den. Heatherstump was working on cats now who were also in bad shape, and Featherspire wasn't there. They couldn't hide the slight fear in their face, normally they'd be able to stifle it, training with the sickness taught them how. But now, with so much blood and the pile of bodies, and more and more cats injured and dying in such a small den, Fadedpaw was letting some of their panic slip. "Heatherstump!" They call out. "I've got you, I've got you." She said, moving to gather some cobwebs, returning to the cat. She started pressing them to the wounds, trying her best to stop the blood as it got onto her paws, soaking into her own fur. |
 Mae #77151 |
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Posted 2022-12-13 08:15:02
@Lost "no need to apologize— i liked talking with you," quailbristle meows. "I've never gotten to meet with a cat outside the clan." His whiskers are tickled as Lost passes him, meowing about enjoying his company, which makes him blush. How kind. He watches them go for a while, feeling nervous for the poor calico and hoping that he could find a way to let the loner visit Scarlet's grave. He guessed the best way was to just wait until StormClan left for Sun's Garden; camp would be empty by then. He felt a bit guilty about working in favor of a loner, but Lost was harmless. She pads into camp, taking a deep breath, and opens her eyes to see the grotesque pile of bodies that was being gathered. Fallenspirit, Berrysight, Fernshade.. and Hawkcry. She sprints over to her deceased sister, trembling. Her nose is pressed into Hawkcry's brown tabby fur, but it's cold, and sticky with blood. Hawkcry.. She gives a whimper, and her teeth clench. Bluedawn's presses herself against Quailbristle, her own voice shaky. "I found her body while looking for herbs." Quailbristle shudders, and his eyes are wide. Poor, poor Hawkcry. Her body was so beaten. Her throat— torn out, her tail shredded to a bloody mess, and her muzzle was so slashed… her death wasn't peaceful. Quailbristle gasps, breathless, and curls beside Hawkcry's body, grooming her fur. Why, why… Blizzardwhisker — She/Her — Deaf @minkfur Blizzardwhisker's next sign is similar to the kneading of paws. "Kit." She meows. Next, she motions a semi-circle, then spreads her pawpads where the 'head' would be. "Queen." The white molly is surprisingly pleased to see someone so open to learning the language. She droops her whiskers as the next sign. "Elder." She lifts her tail and presses her paw to her neck. "Deputy." She presses her paw to her head next, keeping her tail up. "Leader." Featherspire — He/They/Xe — Barrier —> Camp @Broccolistump, Moonfurr, Treepaw, Fadedpaw, Ivyshade "Rocky…?" Broccolistump meowed, and the calico tom and his mate pull each other into a embrace. He purrs, but cuts off when he catches a whiff of fresh blood, and wail from camp that sounded familiar. He bristles, and leans towards Treepaw. "I trust everything here will go alright, right?" Featherspire meows. "I'm not as important here as i am back in camp. Just the messenger. Don't get yourself killed." Xe slip back into camp through the bramble tunnel, and pad towards the medicine den, expecting it to be crowded. And of course, it was, but it was so, so much worse then just a full den. Fadedpaw was working her ass off tending to the patients, especially Ivyshade, who looked awful. Xe shudder, and pad over to Fadedpaw. "What happened? What do you need me to do?" |
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Posted 2022-12-14 07:30:49 (edited)
Lilacivy - deputy- he/him - lake@/Breammist He could understand the more gentle smile that accompanied her words. Many cats would seem so against each other on the surface, but the gatherings had always shown that there are truly friends everywhere. He didn't dare to linger on the thought of lost deputies he had gotten close with or the apprentices whose trainings he had kept such a keen eye on. Lilacivy offered a sigh before rising back towards the bank, "I suppose a second try never hurt." The tom hoped he hadn't upset Breammist by his sidetracking of their main task. The fishing wasn't something he didn't care to do, he just enjoyed being able to hear her thoughts and experiences within this small shared space. He steadied again on the bank, not daring to step into the cool waters as Breammist had done, and began to peer into the water to pick out a target. None of the fish were huge the way he imagined they could get, but there were some of an okay size, akin to the fish Amberblaze had caught. Lilacivy replayed the scene of Breammist fishing in his head, quickly snapping out of it to go for the fish before it escaped. However, this second attempt brought the tom no luck. His wet paw hadn't even grazed the fish he was after, and a few quick, panicked scoops didn't prove any more fruitful. "Sorry," he groaned. All the dish had dispersed, acutely aware of the tom's kittish splashing. |
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Posted 2022-12-14 07:58:20
@Blizzardwhisker With all her attention on the white cat Minkfur mimics the body movements of the fellow senior. Minkfur can't help but bark out a laugh at the sign for elder being droopy whiskers, and then quickly give Blizzarddwhisker an affectionate glace to let her know she wasn't laughing at her, rather the grumpy expression being rather fit for describing an elder. Deputy had a paw on the neck, and leader was on the head. Ah, because the leader is higher than the deputy! Minkfur smiles, clearly enjoying the teaching. Breammist- She/Her- Warrior @Lilacivy Breammist watches the deputy paw feebly at the water with a blank stare. To an outsider, it would seem like she was upset or even disappointed. But seconds later… A rather un-graceful snort of laughter makes its way out of the silver cat's mouth. Trying to not laugh as she didn't want him to be embarrassed or making fun of him, she meows "I'm sorry… I'm not laughing at you I promise I just….. Pffffft!" Another laugh makes a way out of her, making her skin warm. She truly hoped the deputy didn't think she was laughing at him. Just something about the moment, the splashes of water and the normally composed deputy pawing at the water like a confused kit made Breammist feel like laughing. Laughing….. She hadn't laughed for a while now huh? Not genuinely. Not after her siblings had passed. She looks to Lilacivy, mouth in a wide grin and eyes shining in a childish delight. |
☀️🦦Mayfly🦦 ☀️ #94853 |