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Post by Goldenstar on Oct 27, 2021 13:26:50 GMT -5
UPDATE
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"Sablepaw?" Avenbraid's voice came gently as she padded downward into the apprentice's den. The weather outside the park had gotten increasingly cold and now, as she woke her apprentice, small flakes of snow were beginning to fall from the sky and they settled on the metal bars and wooden planks of the abandoned playground. "Sablepaw, wake up. Something has happened. Tundrastar is holding a meeting." ~ (I'm going to leave this part here so you can read it it and know what happened but then I'm going to switch the others over to the reset day so it's all the same time frame.) *** "Shhh, easy now. First off- you won't need to fight. And touching on that- we'll teach you how- it's good to know just a little self defense. Even as a Queen." When the fear for her kits slipped off her tongue and sunk into Feralcreed's ears, something fierce entered his emerald gaze. He stood up tall and strong, his head high and chest pushed out. "Dear Bell, I swear to you myself... on the honor and grave of my mother herself, as long as there is breath in my lungs, I'll protect you. And your kits. And no harm shall come to you while my heart still beats." "Same goes for me!" Starlingpaw chimed in, leaping to her paws. "I'll start sleeping with you in the nursery so you'll always be safe! I won't let anything hurt you, Bell, or the kittens! And once they're born, we can start teaching you basic battle moves so that you can learn. And when they're old enough- we can teach them too! You're safe and sound in the park, I promise. Feracreed and I swear to take care of you but I promise the whole clan will keep you safe as well. We take care of our own. Always have. Always will." Feralcreed dipped his head, lowering down so he was eye-level with Bell and so she could look into his face and see how serious he was about his vows. "Trust in me, if even just a little... and know I am sincere. You have my word. And it's as good as a blood promise. Alright? Does this put you at least a small bit at ease?" *** --- "Starlingpaw, Bell! Come, Tundrastar is holding a meeting!" Feralcreed called into the nursery, his dark green eyes filled with something akin to worry. Starlingpaw, the gray and down colored she-cat, was on her paws in an instant, her bobbed tail wiggling. She turned back and nosed Bell's ear. "Sorry to wake you Miss Bell, but Tundrastar has called a meeting. We must gather to hear what he has to say." ~ "May all cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather here beneath the Highledge for a clan meeting!" Tundrastar's voice rang out loud and powerful and there was an urgency in his voice that set weight in Tulippaw's stomach. This wasn't an apprentice or Warrior ceremony. Something was wrong. The fur along her spine began to lift as she settled between her brothers- Lightpaw and Nightpaw- and looked around, desperate to catch the orange-amber eyes of her good friend- Monarchpaw. When she saw the she-cat she waved a paw to flag her over. She couldn't stand the thought of being away from the unusual young she-cat if they were going to be given grave news. And from the hollow look on Tundrastar's face... she has a feeling it was exactly that- grave news.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2021 15:55:28 GMT -5
||Sablepaw|| @ Chris <3 The marble-furred tom was tucked deep into his nest, burrowed into the moss and feather-lined bracken. With the colder weather beginning to dig its claws deep into the Goldenclan park, he had been especially careful to line his nest the best that he could. After all, it wasn't exactly like his tail was long enough to tuck his nose under. The luxury of a warm nest wasn't one to take lightly, but it was definitely something that made waking up harder and harder to do, the colder the days got.
"Sablepaw?"
Avenbraid's voice may as well have fallen on deaf ears, not even a twitch escaping the tom where he was curled into a tight ball, flank rising and falling evenly in his sleep. It wasn't until she got closer that he actually begun to stir.
"Sablepaw, wake up. Something has happened. Tundrastar is holding a meeting."
Caramel hues slowly blinked open, glazed over from sleep as he peered drowsily up at his mentor. "hhhnmm..?" The soft mumble escaped him before the words actually seemed to register. The tom's jaws parted in a large yawn as he hauled himself to his paws. "What'd'ya mean..?" He grumbled, stretching each leg in turn as he picked his way from his nest. His gaze rose, briefly scanning the den and finding no other apprentice in sight. His paws begun to prickle with discomfort. Had he been the last one asleep? Shaking his fur out, the tom's attention trained back to his mentor, moving to brush beside her and follow her out. "Is everything alright?"
[/hr] ||Bell|| @ Chris <3 Despite the two's reassurances, Bell couldn't help but fret about her unborn kittens in the following days to come. Even more so, her gaze seemed to be constantly searching for Starlingpaw's familiar gray and white pelt, discomfort prickling at her paws any time she was nowhere to be seen. At first, she assumed it was because she felt safer with her around. However, after a while, she begun to notice it was the complete opposite. She was never worried about herself when she searched for the young cat, but, more rather, for the apprentice's safety alone. Perhaps that was why she only truly got a fitful rest with her nearby. It was a fiery protection; one that burned deep within her stomach, a constant flare that refused to diminish.
"Starlingpaw, Bell! Come, Tundrastar is holding a meeting!"
The queen shifted in her sleep, eyes screwing tighter shut as she subconsciously begun to rouse from Feralcreed's call. It wasn't until Starlingpaw nudged her that her sweet blue bell hues blinked open tiredly. The sight of the she-cat welcomed a gentle purr to be coaxed forth from the queen and she blinked kindly in her direction; so different from the snappy she-cat she had been upon her first arrival.
"Sorry to wake you Miss Bell, but Tundrastar has called a meeting. We must gather to hear what he has to say."
"You're fine, Star," the queen murmured quietly, wincing as she shifted in her nest. It seemed the more the days passed, the more uncomfortable she grew. She felt like a swollen tick at this point; surely it wouldn't be much longer until her kits arrived. They better hurry up, or else she may pop! The grey she-cat grunted as she pushed herself to her paws. "Lets get going then. The quicker, the better. It's too cold to stay out there for long." She shivered at the thought. She had never had to worry about what leafbare would bring as a kitty pet. She always had a nice, warm bed to lay in. Food galore. Now...Now she had something entirely different. But it was the company that made it something worth while; something that, surprisingly, she wouldn't trade for her old life back.
Not that she'd admit it to anyone else but the young molly by her side, simply following her out of the nursery.
[/hr] ||Monarchpaw|| @ Chris <3 "May all cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather here beneath the Highledge for a clan meeting!"
Over the following days, Monarchpaw had begun to adjust more and more to clan life. Though, she had to admit, it was still strange having to listen to those ranked above her. Before, she had been the only one she answered to; the only one she relied upon and had to worry about keeping fed. Of course, for such a young molly that had been far from the easiest task. Now, she had a mentor; she had a leader and deputy to try and impress. It was all unnerving, to say the least. But not terrible. Not when she thought about her. No...it was all manageable for her.
It was the leader's call that had dragged the grey-shaded molly towards the clearing, depositing a couple of scrawny mice upon the fresh-kill pile. As pathetic as the hunt tended to get during leafbare, she must have been insane to still consider it her favorite season. Yet, here she was, reveling in the chill that nipped at her thick, long feathered fur. Monarchpaw's tail waved as she bounded towards her gathered clanmates, cherry brown orbs seeking out the familiar pelts of her peers -- just in time to see Tulippaw motioning her towards them. A purr rumbled within her chest, eyes dazzling as she slipped towards their sides. If she had noticed the seriousness of the situation, it didn't show. Instead, she seemed as cheerful as ever, even as a snowflake fell directly upon her dark grey nose, coaxing a sneeze from the loner-born she-cat.
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Post by cowbird on Nov 8, 2021 14:02:59 GMT -5
Chris
Ravenpaw flicked his ear in acknowledgement, desperate to get away from the prying eyes of the two warriors. He was stiff from pain, his wounds from Foxclaw causing him to wince every pawstep and he didnt know how much longer he could hold back his hisses when each flash of wind buffeted his sides. Also, the prey out here was a bit too good at hiding despite there being hardly any undergrowth on the shore of the river to hide in for him. Heโd rather get a headstart into the bushes before they start observing him anyways.
Ravenpaw trotted off in the low branches and immediately stilled, swiveling his ears to catch a hold of even the smallest twig snapping or the tiniest paw shuffle. There was an odd sound in the distanceโฆ reminiscent of cat yowls. Probably the apprentices thrashing about like dogs, he thought with a roll of his eyes. He had little patience for his younger denmates and this was predominantly why. Turning his attention back to the assessment, Ravenpaw slithered forward, keeping low to the shadows of the undergrowth as he did. A pheasant hopped into view. They werent typical prey in this region but then again birds were often stupid so Ravenpaw was sure StarClan had sent this one here to be an easy kill. Well, here we go.
There was several heartbeats before Ravenpaw shot from the undergrowth, shattering twigs and kicking up pebbles and dirt as he bounded as fast as his legs would take him towards the feeding bird. The pheasant shrilled in fear as it noticed the predator, shock rippling through it but Ravenpaw had planned his distance well and by the time the bird began to lift off the ground, his claws caught onto itโs tail. Using his shoulder muscles, Ravenpaw hauled the bird down and quickly delivered the killing blow. Thank StarClan, he prayed silently as he untangled himself from his catch and rose up on wobbly knees, scanning the bushes around him in anticipation of his mentor. โฆ
โWho are they?โ Coolpaw fretted, his eyes flickering wildly as he raced beside Lighpaw. He was smaller than the broad shouldered tom, but Coolpaw was never one to let anyone outdo him if he had the potential and his tireless racing had given him powerful enough strides to keep up with even the tallest mountain lion- or, well so he thought at least. The strange cats were brutish, many of them taut with muscles and darkly gleaming eyes that Coolpaw only caught glimpses of, but was well aware he wanted nothing to do with them. He looked back to see Nightpaw towards the back of the group, his own head turned and looking back at the brush where the rogues vanished. Maybe he knows.
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Post by Goldenstar on Nov 22, 2021 2:54:24 GMT -5
Right as Ravenpaw's claws sunk into the bird's side, a second body slammed into his flank. The second later, the pressure peeled back and wide, angry yellow eyes met Ravenpaw's own. It was Furypaw- the fur along his spine rising. "Mouse-brain!" the ill-tempered tom snapped. "I was right on that bird. Did you not see me? I waved my tail at you and all!" he shook his head and turned on his paws, smacking Ravenpaw's muzzle with his tail as he did. "You're not the only one taking an assessment today! Stay out of my way next time!" ~ "I don't know," Nightpaw said breathlessly. "I know they're the Brotherhood... come on. Let's get back to camp." --- {Small time skip.} "May all cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather here beneath the Highledge for a clan meeting!"
Lightpaw wordlessly came to Coolpaw's side and sat beside him. The broad pale tom gave his companion a small nod as Nightpaw came to his side. He leaned over and whispered something to his brother. Whatever Nightpaw said, Lightpaw looked instantly sour. He sat more rigid and more straight, squaring his shoulders and lifting his head as he curled his tail around his paws. He perked his ears forward and twitched his whiskers as Tundrastar opened his mouth- his eyes uncharacteristically cold. "As all of you know, yesterday the Broken Brotherhood stole into our territory. They attacked a patrol with a healer in it. Leafwatcher is recovering from her injuries and we will need to lean more heavily on Ace and Firepaw for the next week or so while she heals. Stormbringer dislocated her shoulder and, until she is out of the medicine cat's den, Feralcreed, Emberblade and Cinderfrost will fill in her place as temporary deputies to help organize patrols. We will start setting guards around the park every hour of the day to insure that we are safe." His eyes flickered over Bell. "We have a pregnant queen who is relying on us to protect her. We will not fail. Also we will have patrols out in the territory every hour. I know that this is difficult and we will be tired but we can take no precautions. Oriole is getting bolder and bolder and I will not allow our sanctuary to be ruined by the likes of something so vile." He lashed his tail. "Also, throughout the next several days, many of our apprentices will be participating in their warrior assessments. As we speak, Furypaw, Ravenpaw, Orchidpaw, and Spiderpaw are out in the forest. Wish them well in your hearts. Stay vigilant and keep your ears open to see when the stand-ins will assign you on either patrol or sentry duty. Take care and be blessed, my friends..." and the white tom jumped down from the ledge. Lightpaw turned his head to Coolpaw, his eyes glittering. "Do you think we'll have our assessment soon?" he asked, his chest fur ruffling with excitement. "Like, do you think..." "Lightpaw," the baritone growl made the pale tom groan. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes clouding as he came face to face with a scarred, ruddy brown tom with cold green eyes. His father. "Cedarrift," he greeted without a note of warmth in his voice. "Make sure you volunteer for a patrol without needing to be asked. A true warrior protects his clan," the senior warrior said with a growl in his voice. He turned his acidic gaze over Coolpaw- as if noticing that the apprentice actually existed for the first time. "And who are you? Is this a friend of yours, Lightpaw?" ---
Avenbraid settled in beside her apprentice, her honey colored eyes dark with worry. She knew what the meeting was about- and the patrol had come back so late in the evening that, after their sparring session with Sandstrike, both Sablepaw and Rosepaw had fallen fast asleep. Now, the slender red and cream she-cat limped over to her companion and sat beside him, her head drawn downward as was her usual stance. She flicked an ear toward Sablepaw but said nothing to him as she curled her tail around her paws and waited for what came next. ~ Starlingpaw beamed when the queen woke and eagerly padded out of the nursery with her. She kept pace with Bell as they scaled down the icy steps and into the mulch toward the meeting place. Starlingpaw shivered in the cold and made sure she sat closely to Bell, leaning on her a bit as Feralcreed came in beside his niece, flicking an ear thoughtfully and he dipped his head in proper greeting to the pregnant molly. When he saw Bell shiver, he broke off and came to her other side, so now the gray marbled molly was sandwiched warmly and safely between them. ~ Tulippaw purred when the odd, peculiar she-cat came to her side and she butted her head against her shoulder before turning her leaf green gaze forward. The pretty white and red molly perked his ears forward and twitched her whiskers as Tundrastar opened his mouth- his eyes uncharacteristically cold. "As all of you know, yesterday the Broken Brotherhood stole into our territory. They attacked a patrol with a healer in it. Leafwatcher is recovering from her injuries and we will need to lean more heavily on Ace and Firepaw for the next week or so while she heals. Stormbringer dislocated her shoulder and, until she is out of the medicine cat's den, Emberblade and Cinderfrost will fill in her place as temporary deputies to help organize patrols. We will start setting guards around the park every hour of the day to insure that we are safe." His eyes flickered over Bell. "We have a pregnant queen who is relying on us to protect her. We will not fail. Also we will have patrols out in the territory every hour. I know that this is difficult and we will be tired but we can take no precautions. Oriole is getting bolder and bolder and I will not allow our sanctuary to be ruined by the likes of something so vile." He lashed his tail. "Also, throughout the next several days, many of our apprentices will be participating in their warrior assessments. As we speak, Furypaw, Ravenpaw, Orchidpaw, and Spiderpaw are out in the forest. Wish them well in your hearts. Stay vigilant and keep your ears open to see when Emberblade or Cinderfrost will assign you on either patrol or sentry duty. Take care and be blessed, my friends..." and the white tom jumped down from the ledge. --- "Me?" Feralcreed seemed stunned to be chosen to take the temporary position of deputy. Starlingpaw looked ready to jump out of her skin from pride. "Oh! May I go on a patrol? I can hunt and bring back something for Bell!" "Let me talk to Cinderfrost and see what his plans are but I'm sure he won't mind," the brown tom purred fondly at his niece. He flicked his gaze curiously over Bell. "Are you frightened?" he asked her. ~ "Let's go see if we can help!" Tulippaw purred to her friend. "Maybe we can stand sentry during sunset- oh, I just know that you'll love it." Then color filled Tulippaw's face and she licked down her chest fur anxiously. "I-I mean maybe if you'd want to?..." ~ "Be blessed, Tundrastar," Avenbraid echoed the call back and flicked her tail. She turned her gaze to her apprentice and the she-cat he considered such a good friend. "Sablepaw, would you like to volunteer for a patrol? I can go with you..." "May I come?" Rosepaw whispered, still looking down at her paws. "I know I'm slow because of my paw but... I'll keep up. I just... don't want to be alone."
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Post by cowbird on Dec 4, 2021 11:23:40 GMT -5
Chris
Whoever made the rule that clanmates couldnt tear the pelts off one another were very much in the wrong, or must have been Goldenstar herself. Ravenpaw didnt deal very well with anyone in bare honesty, but no one quite irked his soul like Furypaw. Maybe it was his impeccably tacky namesake, but the apprentice resembled more an enraged squirrel than a cat most days- yet Ravenpaw wasnt about to let that poor excuse of a future warrior tip him off. Not when he was this close.
โYes, Iโll graciously remember next time, O mighty one,โ he mewed, his baritone voice dripping with sweet sarcasm. โMaybe you should focus on growing so others will see you instead of running into them like a two day old kit still learning to walk.โ He winked and slid into the bushes with his catch. โJust a suggestion!โ
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Coolpaw felt almost comical as his facial expression dropped the moment he sensed another presence approaching him and Lightpaw. For Goldenstarโs sake can we please have t- oh. Standing nearly half a cat taller than Coolpaw and littered with scars, old, pale wounds and venomous green eyes that Coolpaw felt were ready to strike him like an adder and do him in the moment they made eye contact, was Cedarrift, Lightpawโs father. Coolpaw knew more than enough about the sharp-tongued patriarch that he never dared talk about him around his three kits and yet surprisingly, he had yet to corner Coolpaw and snarl him to death.
That wasnt what he did (allegedly) but that was how it seemed in Coolpawโs head so thats what he was going along with.
His mind racing, Coolpaw did his best to introduce himself very carefully- there wasnt any need for the whole family to know he was in love with Lightpaw, especially not his father. โIโm Coolpaw,โ he replied, pushing his natural squeak down in order to seem lessโฆ suspicious. โIโve been training with your family recently.โ
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Post by Goldenstar on Dec 27, 2021 20:24:39 GMT -5
GoldenClan RP Update; Pre-Meeting and the VisitorsSnow fell in soft sheets that silenced the area around Golden Park. Curled up tightly in the warm sanctity of their dens, many in the clan were still sleeping even as the sun was rising to the highest point in the sky.
Tundrastar woke first, unfurling from where he was curled up around his mate. He flicked an ear when he heard a distant sound from across the snow. Alarm prickled his pelt as he stood up and away from Wrenstar and headed from the leader's den. He scrambled up the cold wooden frame of the playground and peered out across the snow-covered mulch. His pupils narrowed when he realized the sound was the upcoming marching of dozens of paws. There was a large group of cats coming their way! Rage and panic pounded in his heart as he scaled down the slick facing and landed on his massive paws in the snow. It had been a week since The Brotherhood had attacked a gathering patrol. Stormlegend was still in the medicine cat's den and Leafwatcher was refusing to slow down despite the constant limp in her step. His clan was working themselves to the bone to try and keep the park defended... and yet cats were still marching right up to their doorstep.
Tundrastar leaped up on one of the bars of the merry-go-round, his paws burning from the cold. He stood there, silent and still, snow gathering on his heavy pelt as the cats came more clearly into view. Tundrastar drew a hard breath. It wasn't the Brotherhood at all. No, it was...
"Paintedstar?" worry rolled off the tom's lips with white fog as he leaped down from her perch. The older white and orange tom hadn't seen him and the leader of Inkclan jumped back in alarm. Tundrastar gazed around, amazed to see that nearly all of Inkclan was here- from elders to kits to queens. Something was wrong. "What's going on?"
"The Manor was invaded," it was Joystar who spoke this time, the fur along her spine rising. She had a nasty gash over her left eye that was bleeding heavily and scarlet streaks stained her pale facial fur. "Yellowwasp has been conspiring against us... she ambushed Paintedstar and I during an apprentice ceremony and has recruited help from a band of rogues- the Brotherhood that has plagued Golden Park for so long." She shook her head. "She drove us away but kept some hostages and some others stayed behind- most of our elders." Her eyes darkened. "And two of my kits. We... Inkclan seeks sanctuary at the park. Please, Tundrastar, we're freezing."
"Yes, at once! Of course." The big tom turned on his paws and began to walk alongside a grateful Joystar and Paintedstar. "Our clan struggles during cold," he told them in a hushed but urgent voice. "And if what you've said is true, then the Brotherhood had extended their territory but they still claim a large part of the land around the park. We often have to resort to eating two-leg trash and wander into the towns to find enough to eat... especially since the fever outbreak. Our camp and territory cannot support both us and most of Inkclan..." he looked over the other cats, their eyes dull and faces wary. "Come the meeting tomorrow, I suggest you seek asylum in the valley. It's the best chance you have."
"It's so far away from the manor!" Joystar protested, her eyes wide in alarm as Tundrastar lead Inkclan across the snow-covered mulch. "My kits are there!"
"I know and I'm sorry." Tundrastar's eyes were brimming with sympathy. "I have to see to my clan first. And right now, we have a new queen with kits on the way. I can't let Bell's kittens starve while we struggle to feed an outside clan. Even the hardest winters in Cloudclan have always provided enough food for their hundreds. I want to do more, Paintedstar, Joystar... but the best I can do for now is to allow you all to have food for today and tomorrow morning and a safe place to stay."
"Oh... Oh, Tundrastar, we understand," Joystar said after a while, sounding entirely heartbroken when she realized there would be an entire two-leg town, a valley, and a mountain range between her and her two children. "Thank you so much for your hospitality."
"I only wish I could do more." He laid his tail on Paintedstar's shoulder then guided the rest of Inkclan in the snow-free underneath of one of the slides. He began to push mulch away to make a bowl to protect them from the cold. Paintedstar and Gravelhail mirrored him and eventually a space was formed for the Inkclan cats to rest
"Oh, we're not used to sleeping outside," Graysplash groaned as she found a more sheltered place underneath the wooden staircase and began to clear out old mulch. She beckoned to Tanglereed, Smallpoppy, and the kits. "Come settle in. If we all huddle together, we can stay warm."
"It's so cold," Droppaw whispered as she settled down close to her sister. Tundrastar's heart ached with sympathy for these cats. He turned his sharp gaze to the leaders of Inkclan.
"Sleep. You need rest. You're welcome to hunt with us but there is still some food by the carrousel..." when Paintedstar and Joystar both looked perplex, he flicked an ear. He forgot that other clans didn't know two-leg words like they did. "The big wheel with glass horses. That's where we gather our fresh kill. There is still some prey from last night- please help yourselves. I'll set patrols now." As Paintedstar limped off to find food for his clan by this... carrousel... Joystar looked into Tundrastar's mismatched eyes.
"Inkclan will never forget this kindness, Tundrastar. Thank you... and bless you. Bless you."
The white tom nodded to her then turned and headed off back into the snow. He began to climb up the stairs, his thoughts raging in his mind as he made his way back to the leader's den. He gently roused his mate awake.
"Wake up, Wrenstar," he said in an unusually serious voice. "We need to talk."
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Post by cowbird on Dec 27, 2021 22:08:51 GMT -5
GoldenClan Pre-Meeting
The sound of hurried pawsteps caused Cinderfrost to wake with a jolt. Since the attack from The Brotherhood, the massive warrior had been more vigilant than ever. He had worked harder than almost anyone to ensure constant safety in the Park, sending small yet quick patrols to monitor the outskirts of their shrinking territory whenever he had temporary deputy duties- an act in which less than four seasons ago would have been a rather simple, everyday task for GoldenClan warriors, but now incited fear and apprehension in many of their gazes as they were asked to leave the mere safety their camp provided to face the very real danger that was out there. Leafbare was always the hardest for GoldenClan as there was not much shelter the cats could have other than what was naturally there, but when the humanplace was safer than your own homeโฆ
Immediately, Cinderfrost rose to his paws as quietly as he could and slunked out of the warriors nesting area, his eyes darting as swift as a rabbit in each direction as he moved slowly, attempting to be as noticeable as possible. It was sunhigh though; any slow creeping would be useless if any Brotherhood cats had somehow slipped through and perched themselves above the dens. Just as the horrific thought hit him and he was turning to check, the hurried pawsteps grew louder. Not just in distanceโฆ but in number. Creeping around a wilted bush with his claws unsheathed and ready to defend his camp with a battle cry, Cinderfrost froze in shock as he watched Tundrastar, his white pelt gleaming in the midday light, head low as he whispered to Joystar and Paintedstar. InkClan! The realization befuddled the warrior even more when he noticed the ragged, half frozen forms of the clan- or what seemed left of it- squeezed together behind their leaders. Dear StarClan, what happened? He didnt know much about the distinctively coated warriors of the Manor but they were many and had survived generations. Whatever had driven them out of their home and to this state was nothing light and if Cinderfrost had learned anything in the last half a moon, he was sure who was behind this.
Hardly feeling the burn of the ice underneath his hardened paws, the broad-shouldered tom padded silently after the broken clan as they dug away a nest under the slide to rest. As one old queen began to nudge her kits to lay down, Cinderfrost almost hissed in discomfort. Theyโll lose their nerves, sleeping on bare icy mulch, the tom chided and bounded down the slope towards the group. Some cats turned as he made his way towards them, some, like a large young tabby, with hackles raised, while others, too tired and cold from their journey, merely cringed away. โI come to help,โ he meowed, his blue eyes darting over to where Joystar stood. โI watched you and your clan approach and I dont know what Tundrastar has told you, but you cant sleep here,โ he continued, flicking his tail to the roof of the slide. โAt least not without some sort of bedding,โ he added, shifting his sight to the old queen and a matted gray elder. โIf some of your warriors dont mind, I know a place where we can find some suitable bedding to keep you warmโฆor as warm as you can get out here,โ he added, flicking his tail and keeping his eyes trained on the two leaders as a gust of wind blasted through the Park.
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Post by Treeheart on Dec 27, 2021 23:40:29 GMT -5
Pre-Meeting
There wasn't a lot of things Wrenstar could say she was expecting that morning. Maybe one of her daughters would bound in and wake them, as they'd done when they were small. It's been a while since those days, but it was still very possible.
Maybe someone would need to attend to poor sweet Bell, who was still round with her kits and rightfully fretful about the chaos that had been happening lately.
She'd hoped said chaos would have nothing to do with why Tundrastar, somber and still, woke her up that chilly morning. That attack on a gathering patrol had damn near shaken Wren to her core. She'd hoped to never see any of those cats again, especially... especially after last time. She was happy. She was safe. Her daughters were safe. It was likely naive of her to think, but why couldn't those creatures just leave them alone?
"What?" She breathed, awake immediately and on her paws. "What is it? Please... please tell me it isn't them again. Is anyone hurt?"
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Well. This was quite a thing to wake up to.
Though they had tried to be quiet, an entire group of shivering, wounded, and terrified cats are not inconspicuous. Especially with how tense the clan remained after the Brotherhood's brief, unkind appearance. The Leaders were on edge, the Warriors were on edge, everyone was. These new faces definitely drew some attention.
Well... not new. Riverflare squinted at them from a distance, taking in their unique pelts and their trembling forms. Inkclan was anything but new. They were fairly new to the area, however, and that was suspicious enough. Why they were even there was a big question. In such a sorry state, nonetheless.
Cinderfrost had dropped down and began urging the Inkclanners to get somewhere warmer, and Riverflare figured she could be doing something better than just staring.
"I can help," she mewed as she padded closer, glancing at the little kits who were huddling as close as they could, unused to being so exposed. Poor things.
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Post by cowbird on Dec 28, 2021 1:09:14 GMT -5
Pre-Meeting/Vistors
Cinderfrost, who had gently nudged away a InkClan she-cat aside to clear away some of the ice beneath her for a better nesting place, looked up gratefully to Riverflare as the warrior approached. She wasnt the most social of cats, which was odd in a clan like this, but was nonetheless a dedicated presence he was thankful for especially now.
Tigerlash had relaxed a bit as he heard Cinderfrost speak, but tumbled right back into suspicion as a silvery warrior tinged with blue strode down the dip after her clanmate. It may have been a bit unreasonable to be hostile to the cats who were taking him and his clan in and he could feel Qโs tail gently smoothing his raised spine fur down, but these last few days had him on edge more than ever. The flash of the brief but chaotic fight that ensued before the can was separatedโฆ the fear scent hitting him in waves as the elders crouched and the apprentices ran blindly from teeth and claws far too fierce for themโฆ the dark tabby and orange shuddered inwardly as he turned his attention back to the GoldenClan cats. The silver molly was standing besides Cinderfrost now as her gaze flittered over the ragged group. Forcing back a defensive glare, Tigerlash nodded and rose to his paws. โIโll join you on this mission to find, erโฆ bedding.โ There was an awkward flair in which he said it, but the warrior tried to portray confidence despite it.
Butterflypaw, who was been nestled between her brothers and Dustpaw, squeezed away from the row of cats and flicked her tail approvingly. โI want to join too,โ she meowed, casting a reassuring look back to her mother. โWe need a good dayโs rest if we are to make the trek to somewhere moreโฆ permanent tomorrow.โ
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Post by Goldenstar on Dec 28, 2021 1:47:06 GMT -5
Abe and Mikah "There won't be enough room for all of us in your camp though!" Joystar said lightly as she licked the space between Dustpaw's ears. "Whatever this structure is, it surely can't hold us all..." She offered him a small smile. "Thank you. You're Cinderfrost, aren't you?..." "Coon, can you go with him?" Paintedstar had snapped out of his quiet stupor and a spunky racoon-patterned warrior leaped to his paws. "Of course!" "We can keep working on the mulch out here," Graysplash told Cinderfrost kindly- as she had managed to make a pretty decent den for Tanglereed and the kits. She was still digging a hole around them and now at least the most of their bodies was out of the harsh path of the wind. "A bit of moss and feathers and we'll be almost cozy in no time." "I can go too," this voice was from a orange and brown tom with green eyes. He came bounding forward, puffing out his chest. "I'm Blazepaw!" "I'll go too," offered the brown tom that was peeling himself away from Joystar. "Show me where and I'll bring back fox-loads of moss!" ~ Turqoisegem, the empath that she was, was staring off blankly into the distance. Her eyes watered and she flicked an ear then turned her gaze to Tigerlash. "I'm too tired to go..." she said after a while. "But you come back quickly. You be safe, do you hear me?" she rasped her tongue over his ear. "You come back to me. I can't lose my home and you too. My heart couldn't bare it." --- His eyes hardening, Tundrastar began to tell his mate about the morning he had. How he had woken to the sound of paw-steps and met Paintedstar and Joystar on the edge of Golden Park with their splintered clan behind them. He told her about how Yellowwasp had paired with The Brotherhood and drove the majority of Inkclan from their home. And finally, he told her about how he had offered the clan sanctuary for the night but knew winters were hard here... and had suggested they take refuge in the valley. Finally, Tundrastar curled his tail around his paws. He hung his head. "I wish we could keep them here, Wren... half because we need the numbers against The Brotherhood- especially if they've been smart enough to link up with someone as dangerous as Yellowwasp... but also because it's closer to their home. Two of Joystar's kits- Yarrowpaw and Pastellight- are still in the Manor... as a father, I couldn't imagine what would happen if we were away from our girls... but this leaf-bare is already showing its teeth. It will be hard and brutal and cold and I... I just don't think that we can support ourselves and them." He closed his eyes. "As a father, a friend, and a tom with a heart... I would give anything to keep them here. But as a leader of a clan working its way back from the brink of death, I just... can't justify having that many mouths to feed. But I've offered them the space under the slide and Cinderfrost is working to make it a decent shelter for them until tomorrow. Once they're in the valley, they'll have food and proper dens... Oh, Wrenstar... I feel so torn... Have I made the right decisions?" ~ "What a kind molly. Thank you," this was Droppaw, the pretty white and gray she-cat sniffling as she was digging out mulch to get to the not so soiled softer shreds underneath. "Can you help me dig?... I'm trying to make a nest for me and my sister. Our... our mother stayed behind at the Manor..." tears were glossing her eyes. "I'm really scared. I've never been away from her and she just..." "She left us," Twigpaw said in a low voice, the brown molly tearing up mulch on the opposite side of her sister. "She wanted to stay with her dead kits and her loner mate. Not her living daughters." She spat into the snow. "Let her be gone then!" despite the angry growl in the she-cat's voice, it was impossible not to hear the pain underneath as she dug at the mulch. "We don't need her, Drop, we can make our own way without her. You'll see."
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Post by Treeheart on Dec 28, 2021 2:21:39 GMT -5
Chris
Wrenstar listened intently, shivering a bit at the mention of the Brotherhood and Yellowwasp. What a horrible thing, getting driven from your home by such greedy, cruel creatures. When he mentioned Inkclan asking for sanctuary, her heart burned. Inkclan, despite the recent uncertainties, was family just as Cloudclan was. They should be able to stay within their land, safe and sound. It ached to have to send them away, especially as Tundra began explaining that there was kin of Inkclan left behind. They would be even further separated, not to mention the overall threat looming over their heads.
"Oh..." Her voice broke a bit as she stepped forward and embraced her love. "My dear... a leader has to put their clan first. I adore Inkclan, and it pains me as well to see them suffer so much. I wish we could have them here too. Safety in numbers, safety amongst friends. But... but you're right. It's too much. We're already at such a disadvantage. It's not safe or wise to add more weight to something that's just barely keeping afloat."
She winced as she said so, more pain pulsing in her chest as she admitted the struggles her clan was going through themselves. Things would look up, she had faith in that at least, but they still needed to focus on the bad times while they were still bad. It was the only way they'd be able to survive until the sun rises again. Taking in several cats when they hardly have enough for themselves... it just didn't make sense. The Valley, it was known for that very thing. Cloudclan would protect them in the way Goldenclan simply couldn't.
"It was the right decision," she assured him. "The hard, painful one, but the right one. In Cloudclan, they'll be able to fill their bellies and keep their kits and elders warm. In Cloudclan, they'll be able to properly start planning. We could even send someone with them, to let our kin in the Valley know of our own issue with the Brotherhood, so they know how much damage these beings are causing us all. Stars know if it's numbers we need, we'll find them there."
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Oh. Kind. That was new.
Riverflare didn't speak as Droppaw sniffled, only for the young molly's sister to cut in with bitter and pained words. She quietly scooped out the mulch Droppaw's little paws weren't quite getting, before she glanced at Twigpaw from the corner of her eye.
"I wouldn't say she left you," she said softly, her digging never faltering. "I don't know your mother enough to be certain of anything, but in a clan that was ravaged by sickness and death for many moons, I do know grief. I do know fear. And I think your mother was grieving and terrified. If you'd told most of the cats, especially the older ones, during the height of the illness that they'd be safe if they left? Left the graves of their dead, left the small things that brought them comfort? Many wouldn't have it. Some cats are rooted in too deeply to be pulled out by any means. I think she may be grateful you got out, that your roots weren't deep enough to burden you and put you in harms way, but I think she knew the same couldn't be said about herself. It's simply what happens. It's terrible that she isn't here. It's awful she's trapped with those hooligans. But I wouldn't give up on her so quickly. Not my mother. But that's just me."
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Post by cowbird on Dec 28, 2021 2:21:53 GMT -5
GoldenClan Pre-Meeting
Cinderfrost eyed the hollow the gray she-cat had been digging when she arrived and had to agree that it was a decent shelter. What was more surprising was that a cat her age was able to dig it! โVery well,โ he meowed politely before turning his blue gaze to the volunteers who had gathered on the other side of him. There was a large, oddly pattern tom with an equally odd bright look in his eyes despite his ruffled and tangled fur, the two male apprentices who had been sitting besides Joystar, both fluffled up against the cold but ready for the task ahead. I see their fire hasnt died outโฆ this will bring them some level of hope against whatever they have been facing. With a commanding flick of his tail the gray and white warrior turned up the slope and lead the line of InkClan cats out to the rest of the Park. Tigerlash stayed behind a bit, nuzzling Turquoisegem. He wasnt sure what he was feeling for the small she-cat whoโd been his best friend for all his life it seemed. But whatever it was, no matter how much it nagged at him subconsciouslyโฆ this was not the time to deal with it. And a selfish part of himโฆ didnt mind that.
The rest of the Clan was up now and Cinderfrost was hoping theyโd be more discreet, but the GoldenClan cats showed no sense of such class and openly gaped at the strangers within their clan. โLook, Marigoldsky- that cat looks like a raccoon!โ came the surprised squeak of Brightkit from the top of the wooden bridge. Her mother trotted out quickly, casting a quick, unreadable glance towards Cinderfrost before snatching the noisy kit and shimming back to the warmth of the nursery. Slightly embarrassed, Cinderfrost continued, climbing over the fallen old logs, frozen with ice and soon they were trekking the forest as he sniffed out the best bedding. โAs you lot have less shelter where you will be sleeping, the best bedding you must have is dry, hard ones. So no tree bark- with all this ice and the sun rising its bounds to soak some water up. We are looking mostly for old moss and bracken. They will feel weird at first, but a wet nest in this weather is the last thing any of you need.โ
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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 4, 2022 5:32:25 GMT -5
๐ Mentors and Apprentices ๐
๐ Starlingpaw(Goldenstar) - Tundrastar(Goldenstar). ๐ Rosepaw(Goldenstar) - Sandstrike(Goldenstar). ๐ Tangledpaw(Treeheart) - Foxslayer(Goldenstar). ๐ Tulippaw(Goldenstar) - Yellowspark(Rowansky). ๐ Lightpaw(Goldenstar) - Gildedrose(Rowansky). ๐ Nightpaw(Goldenstar) - Cinderfrost(cowbird). ๐ Coolpaw(cowbird) - Wrenstar(Treeheart). ๐ Newpaw(Goldenstar) - Emberblade(Treeheart). ๐ Sablepaw(felineartsy) - Avenbraid(Goldenstar). ๐ Sunpaw(Treeheart) - Thrushwhisper(cowbird). ๐ Coalpaw(Goldenstar) - Cloudweaver(Goldenstar).
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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 4, 2022 5:32:48 GMT -5
(Updates done. Will get replies going tomorrow. <3)
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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 6, 2022 0:24:44 GMT -5
(The Goldenclan patrol is still in the Valley so I'll throw some replies together for whoever is left.)
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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 19, 2022 5:52:32 GMT -5
Mikah
"Morning Momma..." the soft, gentle voice came from a pretty a white molly with gray stripes and spots. Wrenstar's familiar blue eyes looked down adoringly as Dovecall dropped a scrawny mouse at the leader's paws. "I know it isn't much, but it's all that Finchsong and I caught this morning... Before you say anything, Avenbraid and Sableshard have already taken prey to the Queens and Elders. So you can eat. You look so thin." Not that Dovecall had much room to talk- as she was nearly skeletal herself. The white and gray she-cat settled down beside her mother, staring out across the park as snow continued to fall in soft, silent flurries. "I wish snow wasn't such a killer... it's so beautiful when it's freshly laid." ~ "H-Hey! Wait up!" The sound of frantic panting echoed in Emberblade's ears as his apprentice hurried to catch up with him. Crashing through the snow on clumsy, crunching paws, was the bundle of energy and light known as Newpaw. Wrenstar had taken extra thought into assigning the wired she-cat to the patient warrior, as she knew the young molly's training would require lots of time and understanding. The little molly had a mind that constantly ran at ninety miles a minute and she struggled to stay focused. It didn't help that Newpaw wasn't clan born, but was instead given to Goldenclan by Lenny when the kitty-pet saw her get thrown from a car window when she was just a kitten. Finally Emberblade's apprentice caught up to him, the pretty she-cat streamlined with short sandy yellow and tan fur. Her front paws, which were covered in snow, were also tan and she had a white toe on her left paw as well as a white patch on the left side of her neck and the right side of her head under her ear. Her soft, powder blue eyes were apologetic as she tried to catch her breath. "Sorry I fell behind! I thought I scented a squirrel. Uhm... what were you saying?" --- Abe
"Cinderfrost!" Tundrastar's voice was welcoming as the large white tom butted heads with his new deputy. The clan hadn't been surprised at all to see the gray tom appointed alongside Stormbringer- as he was quite popular among the cats of Golden Park. Now, as powdery snow fell in soft waves around the playground, Tundrastar nearly disappeared against the whiteness of the flakes. His miscolored eyes were darker than usual today as he and his friend began to pad away from their camp and into the snowy woods. "Nothing of the Brotherhood has been detected since Ink Manor was overtaken," he said after a long stretch of silence. "Do you think that the they were just looking for a place to settle? Perhaps now that they have a camp and territory of their own, they'll leave us in peace..." but even as the white tom said it, his voice betrayed that he doubted that was true.
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Post by cowbird on Jan 21, 2022 14:27:59 GMT -5
Chris
Cinderfrost flicked an ear at Tundrastarโs words as the two large warriors trekked up the snowy slope, sniffing around for any unusual scents and surveying the otherwise barren woods. Unbeknownst to the clan leaders, Cinderfrost had spoken about the sudden disappearance of Orioleโs rogues to Stormbringer as the first Clan deputy was recovering in Leafwatcherโs den. She had been guarded in her response and while he didnt push on the subject and dropped it soon after, Cinderfrost had a sense that she didnt share Tundrastarโs hopefulness- and frankly neither did he. Many in the Park were noticing the absence of the Brotherhood and seemed just as happy and confident that now that theyโd found a place, the park and their surrounding territory and alliances would remain intact once more and Cinderfrost knew very well it wasnt his place to voice his opinions simply based on his paranoia. Stillโฆ
โHmmโฆ I suppose that could be true,โ he dark gray and white cat murmured after a while, keeping his gaze forward to avoid giving away his own doubts. He knew his leader valued his opinion- he and Wrenstar made it clear when they chose him to serve as deputy with Stormbringer- but he wasnt sure if being completely honest here would do any good. After all, Tundrastar could be right. He shifted his shoulders self-consciously as his eyes darkened. โIt wont feel right thoughโฆ it all happened at the cost of a fellow clan. If only we had even an inkling that Orioleโs power had reached the Manor. They could have been watchful themselves.โ
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 22, 2022 20:27:58 GMT -5
(I think I'll make a post here once the meeting is over. <3)
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Post by cowbird on Jul 16, 2022 5:51:35 GMT -5
(Hey Chris!! just so you know when you update the front page that Egg and Bright from Cinder's litter should be warriors by now according to the time line ((they are WAYYY older than Fawnstripe for example)). Also I had made some new kits for them ages ago but there was never a right time to post so here they are xD)
Ashkit (Ashpetal)- soft, solid gray she-cat with dark blue eyes and pale pink nose. A daddyโs girl and incredibly manipulative when she is exercising her beauty, which draws out the ire of her siblings at times, especially Fernlight and Goosebranch. She is a very intelligent warrior however, quick to learn and figure out new tricks to hunting and battle moves which makes her perfect mentor material whenever the leaders give her the chance. || Kit/Warrior|| Daughter of Cinderfrost and Marigoldsky (of her third surviving litter). Littermate to Beewing, Gooseheart, and Fernlight. Younger sibling to Moosepelt, Brightfoot, and Eggspeckle.|| Bisexual. Has a thing for rebels. ||
Beekit (Beewing)- black and golden tom with golden eyes. A pure replica of his mother, Beewing has been compared often to his older brother, Eggspeckle and he takes pride in being compared to the kind warrior. Bee, as his family calls him, is a bright-sighted energetic tom with optimism just bursting out of him. Youโre grumpy at him? No matter- Bee tends to simply shrug away frustrations at the whim unless he can do anything about it. โLife is too short and iโm too small to let snappiness crush my spirits.โ He isn't one to sit down and relax either, constantly finding something to keep him busy because if there is one thing he cant stand, its boredom. Bee is a family guy, always one too keep his many siblings together just for the sake of kinship, even when rough times come along and because of this, despite it all, he is beloved among his family. Even Gooseheart! He is also very fond of his family in CloudClan, including his uncle Palesmokeโs extended family. They may not be his blood, but if they have anything to do with his, they get some of his appreciation too. || Kit/future warrior of GoldenClan. || Pansexual and polyamorous- but heโs honestly not sure of how to handle his attractions that happen at once so he tends to veer far of anyone he sees thatโs gonna go over that platonic line just to keep the peace. || Has a fear of thunderstorms. || Second son of Cinderfrost and Marigoldsky (of her third surviving litter). Littermate to Ashpetal, Gooseheart, and Fernlight. Younger brother to Moosepelt, Brightfoot and Eggspeckle.||
Goosekit (Gooseheart)- gray and white tom with amber eyes. Born the last of his litter, and unfortunate complication caused him to have a mildly deformed front paw that causes a permanent limp and since kithood has caused him to be very defensive about himself and be a bit bad tempered at times. Generally, however, he is mostly a level-headed and determined cat. Idolizes his father and older brother, Moosepelt, but his disability has made him bitter to his littermate, Beewing. After all, he cant be a grumpy pain in the tail when the guy is bouncing around all healthy and happy now can he?|| Son of Cinderfrost and Marigoldsky (her third surviving litter). Littermate to Ashpetal, Fernlight and Beewing. Younger sibling to Moosepelt, Brightfoot and Eggspeckle.|| Gay, but tries to surpress it in order to be taken โseriouslyโ. Has a thing for sweet, nurturing toms. || Kit/future warrior.|| cowbird. ||
Fernkit (Fernlight)- dappled golden-brown she-cat with large, darker splotches across her pelt and golden eyes. Genuinely a sweet and caring she-cat with a thing for helping others and since an apprentice, has developed a unique relation with spirituality which has aged her beyond her looks. Almost a replica of her mother with soft fur, small shoulders and pointy ears. || Kit/future medicine cat.|| Daughter of Cindefrost and Marigoldsky (of her third surviving litter). Littermate to Ashpetal, Gooseheart and Beewing. Younger sister to Moosepelt, Brightfoot and Eggspeckle. || Not really interested in romantic relationships, but there might be a time when a certain cat catches her eye. || cowbird. ||
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Post by cowbird on Jul 24, 2022 19:55:55 GMT -5
Stand Alone/Plot Mover
(If this has anything wrong or inconsistencies Chris let me know! I was bored and wanted to contribute as much as possible so here we go! Edits will be made later.)
Song had been running, galloping, sprinting, veneering- you name it- through the streets and forest that lay between the Manor and GoldenClanโs territory for what felt like days. The sun had moved enough for shadows to start casting across the woodland ground where the low hanging shrubs and herbs saddled themselves and for a moment, Song stood, catching her breath from her extensive journey to wonder just how far the two places were. When they had last had been here, it felt as if it took forever. Granted, it had been in rhe dark of night and Song was in a state of worry if she and her brother were going to survive the Manor invasion but she had been surprised it took her such a short time to smell the GoldenClan scent markers. She didnt really know much about the Clan. She had only just been allowed to join the older cats for raids and patrols when they took over InkClan and so all she knew about the cats of the Park was what Oriole had told them. Considering they werent his favorite cats, Song was inclined not to believe exactly everything he said.
The dusty brown cat snuck forward, her ears perked and nose twitching, hoping to catch a wiff of a patrol or just a passing cat or two to relay her messageโฆ well and before they found her. She had for the most part stuffed away her fears about what GoldenClan would do when she appeared at their doorstep, all sweaty and scared, trying to tell them about an imminent attack. She was sure theyโd be somewhat reasonableโฆ but then again Song knew better than to trust appearances. There was really nothing stopping them from holding her prisoner, or throwing her to the nearest street gang or to a d-
A wild screech tore through the air and Song barely had time to whip her head around when a flash of dark fur exploded from a heat-baked patch of ferns and bowled into her flank. Song gasped as the attackerโs claws tore through her flesh and she found herself dragged across the twigs and brambles as he hauled her against a tree and sank his claws in her scruff holding her up. Furious amber eyes set into her shaking ones and the scent of mouse hung on his breath as he spoke. โWho are you and what do you want?โ
Guess they arent very welcoming, Song figured as she struggled in vain against the tomโs grip. He didnt seem too big but she wasnt exactly in position to see. โTh-the nameโs Song- ow! If you let go of me youโll figure out just why I'm- augghfdfs why are your claws so sharp?!โ The dark tom rattled her with a snarl. โYou aren't in the position for questioning! Tell me who sent you! Was it Leech? No, was it Oriole? That sna-โ
โWhatโs going on here?โ The majestic rumble of what must have been an older tom cut through the two hissing cats and there was a heavy rustle as multiple paws landed on the soft grass. We love reinforcements, the she-cat mused dryly. A second voice- presumably the owner of the other pair of paws sniffed the air loudly. โBrotherhood scum! What are they doing here? Who sent her??โ The dark tomโs amber eyes hardened even more as his claws dug deeper. Song had to bit back a scream. โYes, thatโs what Iโd like to know too.โ The older tom huffed and padded closer to the pair against the tree. โLet her go Ravencall,โ he mewed his tone darkening at the mention of the Brotherhood. โItโs three to one. No need to exert excessive force.โ
โBut she was trespassing! I was alone and-โ
โYes and you did good, Ravencall.โ There was the faintest hint of amusement in the older catโs mew and Song figured this Ravencall fellow (with razor sharp claws mind you) was a newer warrior. โAnd now youโve got your Clanmates with you. All of us should be able to handle such a small cat.โ
Indignation raced through Song, but she said nothing as Ravencall reluctantly removed his claws from her bleeding scruff and drew back. Song slid down with a gasp and was a bit still for a moment, feeling embarrassed to be so weak in front of such (aggressive and rude) strangers. With a wince at her tired legs and aching claw marks, she stood up and faced the three cats who had found her. She took a step back and hit the tree when she realized how close they were- three pairs of eyes staring intently at her. Ravencallโs were the angriest and darkest, his amber orbs sparking as he looked her up and down. He wasn't very big like Song had guessed but he was young and brindled with muscle as the wind ruffled his thin, dark gray and black pelt. He had a nick on one ear as well. The tom in the center was much older than Ravencall- he must have been the commanding voice Song assumed. He was a large cat, bulkier and fiercer looking than any tom in the Brotherhood with wide, rippling shoulders, paws the size of whole sparrows and a jawline so sharp Song absently wondered if he ever caught it on anything. His eyes were a very dark blue that stared at her not in anger but in a quiet mixture of fear and wonder. The third cat wasโฆ a giant. His booming voice matched his mountainous bulk and his thick, layered dark brown fur swung ominously as he glared at her with narrowed yellow eyes. Song gulped. She was no weakling- Phantom could attest to that- but this here was clearly a different playing field. For sure the Brotherhood must have outnumbered any clan out here by now, but when it came to one on one? Song couldnt think of any cats with the pure sheer size and power of a single one of these three- even Ravencall with his wiry body. โErmโฆ yes. Hello,โ she stuttered, feeling heat rush to her face as Ravencall snorted and rolled his eyes. The middle tomโs wondrous and wary gaze seemed to snap and they hooded again with a stern determination. โState your case here or leave, intruder,โ he declared and put one paw forward threatheningly. Realizing her little luck was depleting fast. Songโs eyes widened and she sunk her claws in the ground. โIโฆ look something bad is coming. To you guysโฆ like specifically.โ Ravencall growled and the dark brown giantโs ears flattened but the middle tom rippled his massive dark gray and white shoulders and flicked his tail to silence the two younger toms. โSomething bad? From where? Who?โ
Song looked down at her paws, her heart beating at what felt like the speed of a hummingbirdโs wings. Her belly churned. She was really about to do this. โThe Brotherhood,โ she sighed and Ravencall nearly lept at her as if the whole band was beside her and it was the older tom who reached out with a massive paw and blocked the warrior. Song turned her nervous gaze to the dark tomโs furious one, but she knew she couldnt stop now. โThey didnt send me- I came alone. Im the only one who knows. Well, besides the leaders ofโฆ course. They dont know Iโm here and-โ a sudden, chilling thought hit her then as the sky grew darker and the rustle of the leaves grew ominous. What if one of them saw Song leave and followed her? The cats had been trained well by Leech and Oriole in the ways of battle and stealth and had successfully infiltrated GoldenClan territory before- Beaverโs old bite wounds and musky scent was all the proof Song needed of that. She looked around, her ears stretched to catch a huff of breath, her eyes digging deep in the growing shadows behind her. This would all be for waste if she was followed. A group of them could easily take on the three GoldenClan warriors and Song knew that if she wasnt killed in the skirmish, an even worse fate lay awaiting her at Leechโs paws when she was taken back. An image of Mole flashed through her mind. Her brotherโs heartbroken face as he saw his sister dragged back like a prisoner to Oriole and Yellowwasp waiting claws.
โThere is no other Brotherhood cats here,โ came the deep rumble of the older warrior and Song whipped her head back to him as he cast a glance around them. โTheyโd make themselves known already.โ He lowered his muzzle to look at her. โYou are in great danger though if we stay talking to you out here. Plus if what you say is true,โ he added, his voice lowering a bit as if that last part was to himself. โWrenstar and Tundrastar will need to be made aware of this. Come.โ He flicked his tail once and the two younger warriors nudged her flanks so they were escorting her from behind and the side- akin to a prisoner much to Songโs annoyance. Though once again she couldnt be picky. Plus protection from her own didnt sound too bad right now- though Song pushed the surprisingly painful thought away.
โMy name is Cinderfrost by the way,โ the leading tom meowed, looking at her over a great shoulder. โIโm one of GoldenClanโs deputies. Iโm sure you are familiar with Ravencall,โ he continued, nodding his head at the dark tom who attacked her with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. Then he flicked his tail, this time much less brisk and gentler to the other much larger cat on Songโs other side. โAnd this young tom is Moosepelt, my oldest son.โ There was great pride and warmth in the deputyโs gaze as he looked back at the younger warrior and for a moment, Song forgot these cats were low-key kidnapping her for her own safety and to squeeze the truth out of her to their leaders. It had been ages since Song had felt that sort of love directed at her. Mole was affectionate, but Song was the parenting one of the two. And as brave and protective as Beaver is, he was very much not the type to show that sort of emotion.
The three cats herded her further and further into the forest until they broke out to a gentle blast of cool air. By now the sun had set and the stars were awakening in the dark canopy above-suddenly visible as they marched away from the trees. They began to walk on odd, wood like things and large, solid shadows loomed around them as Song and her escorta/captors shuffled her through as quickly as possible through them. The glimmer of eyes shone from some of the shadows and a hushed yelp of โEggpaw! Get back here before mother sees!โ reached Songโs ears as they moved on. Then, Cinderfrost stopped and, touching his tail to Songโs shoulder rumbled, โTundrastar? Wrenstar? Are you awake? Thereโs someone you need to see.โ
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Post by Goldenstar on Aug 25, 2022 2:31:18 GMT -5
(I finally updated the allegiances here. x.x...)
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Post by Goldenstar on Aug 25, 2022 3:31:40 GMT -5
Updated Replies AbeHe knew he shouldn't be doing it. Every night and every day, the itchy guilt made him feel more and more unclean. But he couldn't help it. Nobody else cared- no one but his dad. And that was worse than facing all of Starclan it seemed. Far away from the prying eyes of anyone who might be hiding in Golden Park, a handsome tom waited for another of his kind. He was a young member of the grown cats in his clan- a newly named warrior himself with paws prickling from nerves. It was unsafe, and unwise, to be so far from the camp... especially with the threat of the Brotherhood lingering. Yes, Oriole and his crew had left Goldenclan alone (for now), but there were always fears and doubts at play... Angular, small ears twitched forward when the dewy grass swayed by the fence. The vegetation was so high here, nobody could spot them if they tried. Confident that nobody was watching, thick, pink paw-pads propelled him upward onto the metal fence. He looked over his shoulder, flicked his tail, then jumped into the overgrown grass on the other side. This house had been abandoned for years. New two-legs had moved into it for a time then had left not much longer after that. Now, the grass stalks were nearly taller than the fence and the windows had been busted out long ago. Nervously, the yellow tom paced through the overtaken yard and lifted his head, electric blue eyes wide. "Coolbreeze?" he whispered, raising his voice barley louder than a whisper. Lightbringer and Coolbreeze had been meeting in secret off the grounds of Golden Park for nearly two moons now. Not because they feared the clan's reaction... but because they feared Cedarrift. "Coolbreeze- are you here?" ~ Tundrastar, who was sitting on his perch atop the playground, flicked an ear when Cinderfrost called to him. He slowly turned to face his deputy, those miscolored eyes lost in thought. They cleared instantly, showing great surprise when he saw a stranger- a small stranger- being guided along between three cats he trusted very much. The colossal white tom jumped down from the ledge and stood before the newcomer, his expression curious but not unkind. "Greetings," he said after a moment. "I am Tundrastar- main leader of Goldenclan and guardian of Golden Park..." he flicked an ear. "You... your scent is that of the Brotherhood..." he flicked his gaze over Cinderfrost. "Can I ask why you've led someone under Oriole into the heart of our camp with all of her pelt in tact?"
Mikah
Dovecall spotted her sister- poor defenseless Finchsong- stalking through the forest from her perch on a hill. With a mischievous gleam in her eye, she picked her way through the woods and caught up fairly quickly. Finchsong, focused on her careful pursuit of an unexpecting hare, never heard her. Once the rabbit was dead at Finchsong's feet, Dovecall sprang forward and bowled into her litter-mate, letting out a whooping victory cry as she spilled with her twin into the mossy earth. "Tag! You're it!" laughed the white and gray tabby, her golden eyes shining. "You had no clue I was there- I know you didn't. I wish you would have seen your face! Ha!" ~ Starlingwings nervously shuffled her paws as she padded alongside Wrenstar on their patrol. Olivepaw, Moosepelt, and Foxslayer had come with them but they had split off in other directions to check scent markers. That had left the young warrior alone with the leader of the clan... and subsequently the mother of the she-cat she had been fawning over for moons.
"Wrenstar?..." Starlingwings began with a dry mouth and trembling steps. "I was wondering... if I could... uhm. Talk to you. About something... unless you don't feel like t-talking... that's fine too..."
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Post by Goldenstar on Aug 25, 2022 3:31:59 GMT -5
(They're not perfect, but they're done!)
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Post by cowbird on Aug 26, 2022 6:26:03 GMT -5
Chris
(I thought they were well done as always!)
Coolbreeze froze in mid scratch as the faint rasp of that voice called out to him from the waves of sky-touching grass behind him. This routine was one that the lean gray tabby had memorized like his own fur patterns. Since they became warriors and no longer limited to the confines of the Park without their mentors, the two toms began to escape to the far ends of the territory, desperate for some time to be aloneโฆ for some time to be with each other. It was painstaking, to spend the night under the stars in the warm, soothing embrace of the cat who stole his heart all those seasons ago, only to act as if they were simply acquaintances, sharing small, respectful nods andโฆ and thatโs it. All because of him, his voice echoed inwardly, disgust dripping in his tone and he straightened his body and poked his head out of the grass, blue eyes searching for the safe ones he knew in the dark. He never dared insult Lightbringerโs father- as much as the young tom feared him and disliked how his views caused him so much pain, there was something in Coolbreeze that couldn't exactly bring himself to do it.
Instead, like he always did, he pushed his frustrations down and cleared his throat. โIโm over here, Light.โ
โฆ As the four cats shuffled towards where the great GoldenClan leader sat, his impressive width outlined majestically in the light of the setting sun, Eggspeckle squeezed out of the warriors den, wincing as he bumped his shoulder against a stray branch. He immediately caught the scent of the stranger and his shoulder fur lifted. โHey- hey yโall Cinderfrost captured someone!โ he whisper-yelled back to his clanmates who were settling in for the night.
Cinderfrost shuffled his forepaws uneasily at his leaderโs question. Tundrastar was not cruel in the slightest and he knew no harm would come to the small cat, but perhapsโฆ perhaps he put too much hope in thinking the GoldenClan leader would let his guard down just a little when it came to the Brotherhood. It made sense though- and Cinderfrost found himself admiring the tomโs constant vigilance. He looked down briefly at the she-cat beside him. She was holding her composure well he could tell, keeping his eyes on the goliath of a cat before her but not quite looking in his own intense gaze. Sheโs got guts, the deputy mused.
Behind him, Ravencall bared his teeth, his burning gaze locked on Songโs back. โYeah, I had the same question,โ he snarled lowly but cut off as Cinderfrostโs icy glare met his. โSorry, Tundrastar- you know I wouldnt make a decision like this lightly. She is the only one of her kind here- they know the territory yes, but they have been away too long for them to have known our new methods of detection. Plusโฆ this young she-cat has something she needs to tell you. Song?โ he looked over to the brown she-cat, his calm demeanor returning as he looked at her expectantly.
Song, who had been actively avoiding looking exactly at the Thunderstar or whatever he was called face, suddenly felt the expectant gazes of all four cats turn to her. She gulped, her ears flicking nervously as she peeked up at the grandiose form of the cat above her. โIโฆ look I have no real loyalty to themโฆ not anymore. I was still young when they invaded your home so I really dont have much-โ
โGet on with it,โ snapped Ravencall.
Songโs tail twitched irritably, but decided to heed the annoying bone thin tomโs demand. There was no need to preface with disclaimers when what she was going to say was true. And so she began to speak, keeping her voice low as the sky darkened. She told him about the horrors that the Brotherhood had inflicted on InkClan and the Manor and how the other evening she heard that they were getting ready to launch another invasion of the Park as CloudClan was setting to accompany the rest of the banished InkClan warriors to reclaim the Manor. โI have no clue when they plan to do all of this,โ she finished, anxiety and adrenaline making her legs tremble slightly. โBut I do know that they have it all planned. Your home is in danger again and Iโฆ I couldnt stand by and let Leech and Oriole fall to Tigressโ will again and inflict more damage on innocent cats.โ
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Post by Goldenstar on Dec 27, 2022 21:53:31 GMT -5
[[ Inactive Characters Saved here ]] ^Firedancer- an optimistic and kind she-cat, Firedancer doesn't let her past struggles slow her down. She'd always wanted to be a Warrior and finally got the chance to begin her training, but that dream ended in tragedy when an accident took one of her legs from her. So she reluctantly reassigned herself to become a Medicine Cat. As she's learned and progressed in her training, however, she realized that she actually does love helping others and wouldn't trade it for anything nowadays. She's a pretty little molly, with soft orange tabbied fur and dark blue eyes the color of blue fire. It's surprising that she turned out so happy, given her... mixed past. Especially when it comes to her mother. After the accident, Gildedrose grew ashamed of her. She tried her best not to show it, but the look in her mother's eyes when she looks at her daughter is burned into Firepaw's memory forever. It's probably one of the only things that leaves a hole in her heart- that her mother may never be proud of her. Nevertheless, she's grown up to be a happy she cat who does her best to prove her worth to her clan. Since joining the medicine cat's den under the training of Arcticthunder, she's grown quite close with him- since he is the one who saved her life. She may even have a bit of a crush on the handsome tom, but nobody knows about it- certainly not him. || Father was a loner, her mother is Gildedrose, no mate or kits. || Straight || Medicine Cat Apprentice. || Rowanstar || ^Silenthunter- Growing up on the rough end of the spectrum, there was quite a bit of hardship that Silenthunter had to face to get where he is today.. the thing is it doesn't really bother him. When he was born, his mother immediately knew something was wrong with him when he was ignoring her calls to come back to the medicine cat's den, asking her to repeat herself, little things like that. When she took him to the medicine cat's den, her worst fears were realized- her son was going deaf. By the time he hit two moons old, his hearing was completely gone. Nonetheless, it never really bothered him or stopped him from barreling through his training and becoming a warrior. In fact, he used his lack of hearing to his advantage to focus on honing his other senses- such as smell, sight, and feeling. His lack of hearing has allowed him to focus on his prey rather than his surroundings, and it pays off. With his unique style, he's become one of the best hunters in the clan, and it's the one skill he's proudest of. He's a tall and handsome tomcat, with thin back fur and oak brown tabby stripes and paws, complimented by swampy green eyes. He's fairly embarrassed of his voice, knowing that it comes out weird when he talks- so he's quiet for the most part. He's incredibly protective of his sister, and doesn't tolerate cats being rude to her. He can read their lips, so he knows when someone is talking bad. || Sister is Yellowspark, no mate or kits. || On his free time he's usually spent hunting. Messing up his hunt for no good reason is a good way to get him mad. || Bisexual || Warrior || Rowanstar || ^Yellowspark- An upbeat, yet kind of eccentric type of she-cat, Yellowspark can only be described as 'odd'. She's a smaller she-cat, with sleek golden yellow fur and bright yellow eyes. She's a very positive she-cat, albeit a little clumsy and somewhat hyper. She tries her best to get along with everyone, but some cats in camp find her personality a little annoying. Once she get's talking, she doesn't really stop- especially when she gets nervous, which isn't very hard to accomplish given her anxiety. She's not dumb by any means, but she isn't exactly known as the sharpest claw on the pad. She's secretly insecure about herself- given that she's not the prettiest, strongest, or smartest she-cat in camp. She hides that under her chipper demeanor, however, and nobody really knows about her internal struggles other than her brother, Silenthunter. She's incredibly close with her brother, and some tease her and say it's because 'he can't hear her talking all the time.' Her brother can read lips, though, and usually puts a stop to the teasing with a claw to the ear. || Brother is Silenthunter, no mate or kits. || Bisexual || Warrior || Rowanstar || ^Gildedrose- A beautiful she-cat Gildedrose is on the outside, yet on the inside an ugly mix of insecurity and ignorance. She tries her best, but she was raised by her parents to be absolutely perfect- and she unknowingly projects it onto her daughter. She's stunning to look at, with rosy colored fur and golden flecks flickered across her body. Her eyes are molten gold color, with flecks of red and orange. Growing up, her mother already had her whole life planned out for her. Meet a nice tom, have children. She never let Gildedrose have the option to make her own choices. When she was a fresh warrior, she met a handsome young tomcat in the forest- a loner named Pyre. They had a secret affair in the forest for moons. One day, however, she realized she was just using Pyre as a way to get away from her mother- a way to feel free for one and to .. get back at her in a sense. Pyre begged her to run away with him, to be free, but her mother's roots had already dug in too deep. She made the toughest decision in the world and left him, and after that day she never saw him again. 6 weeks later, her mother had died of Greencough and her daughter was born two days later. She was so proud of her kit, proud of the day she became a warriors apprentice.. but then tragedy struck that left her daughter crippled and sent off to the medicine cat's den. She tried hard not to look down on her daughter.. but her mother's upbringing had left a permanent tarnishment in her heart towards imperfection, and on the inside she knows she ashamed of Firepaw. She tries to keep her distance from her daughter these days as to not hurt her more, but hopes she can see past her ingrained ignorance and become close with her again one day. || Mother was Heronfeather, daughter is Firepaw. || Rowansky. ||
Monarchflutter(Flutter) - Monarchflutter has a very broad, sturdy build with long flowing fur and a significantly long feathered tail. Much like her fur, her features are soft in nature, framed by feathery cheek tufts and tied together with small folded ears. Her fur consists of varying shades of diluted grey and brown, separated by thick strokes of black appearing almost ink-like as it traces through her fur. In a sense, this strange 'ink' like pattern is where she gets her prefix, Monarch-, as it resembles a butterfly's wings where black strikes through vibrant color at varying degrees and angles, creating a gorgeous painting within nature. Thick black strokes along her features pulls the eye upwards to gorgeous cherry red optics that quite literally provide a window to this she-cat's soul. Gentle and loving and a pacifist at heart, there is never a moment when Flutter wouldn't rather use words over claws. Truthfully, the idea of drawing blood alone doesn't come easy to her; leaving the contents of her stomach tossing and turning with a nauseating cocktail of emotions. She has a solid standing when it comes to her morals and can be very stubborn when pushed upon them, especially regarding the aforementioned use of claws. Truthfully, one would assume she'd rather allow a cat rip out her throat before she'd harm them; but that actually is not a case. While she provides multiple opportunities for the situation to de-escalate, when push does come to shove--especially if loved ones are in danger--she'll shove this desire aside; but only on her terms. She won't allow another cat to make that decision for her. Due to her former nomadic lifestyle, Flutter is a very independent she-cat and knowledgeable when it comes to hunting, scrounging, and dealing with herbs. She is most interested in the more psychological aspects of life and is always willing to poke and prod regarding further insight into another cat's behavior, especially to try and help them. || Daughter of Harmony & an unknown tom || Despite the fact that she actually does groom her fur often, it never fails to get cluttered up with leaves and most certainly mulch. Unfortunately for her, she's a magnet for the messy. || Bisexual || Warrior || Nope! Her entrance into the clan is being plotted out as we speak <3 || FelineArtsy || Sableshard- Sableshard is a young tom with a broad, sturdy build and short, plush fur. His pelt's base color is a muted tan with varying shades of brown swirled throughout in a marbling pattern. His tail is a solid mocha, not quite bobbed but definitely abnormally short for the usual domestic shorthair with paws of a similar shade. A stark contrast upon them are his creamy white toes. Sablepaw has sharp, piercing caramel hues with flecks of gold and chocolate laced through the cunning depths. He is an all around proud tom with a tendency to uphold a haughty demeanor. It's rare for one to catch him without his tail kinked arrogantly over his back. He keeps to himself for the most part, but that doesn't mean he doesn't hold fondness for his clanmates. Quite the opposite, he'd sooner shred a cat's ears before he hears them talk ill of his family. His tongue is even sharper than his claws when riled up and curbing his rude retorts doesn't come easy for him. || Family information; Nothing really planned out as of yet! || He does have a soft spot; if you know how to get into his good graces! || Bisexual Male. || Not related to Cloudstar || FelineArtsy || Priss(Bell)- Priss is just as her name would suggest--a prissy, arrogant, and rather high-strung feline with long, luscious grey fur that has obviously been pampered throughout her moons of existence. Truthfully, just glancing at her, you can tell that sheโs lived the life of a kittypet; sheltered from hardship and never having to fend for herself or find her own food. Her soft, plush fur fades into a darker, smokier grey along her hindquarters and tail with ash markings streaking the deeper shades. Pretty blue azure hues are surrounded by the same ash grey, fluffy, feathered fur framing her features. Truthfully, her appearance is mostly all fluff; her thick fur giving her a bulkier impression that her dainty paws atest. One last unique attribute of hers would be her ears, folded when they should be perked upright like the average catโs. Finally, she has her bow, adorning her neck. Truthfully, one may assume that she was pretty much useless in every department--fighting, hunting, and the like and perhaps they are right. She never had to worry about any of that--until she was expecting kits and found herself disposed on the side of the road. Right now, Priss is a bitter character with a disbelief that the life she once lived is now over. All she knows is sheโs stranded with a belly getting larger by the day, and reluctant to accept the truth right before her eyes. Eventually, sheโll shed her bow but, for now, itโs a major comfort object of hers; an outright denial of the fact that that type of life was just ripped from her. || Queen || Not related to Cloudstar. || FelineArtsy ||
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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 4, 2023 12:15:24 GMT -5
(*tumbles in*)
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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 4, 2023 12:22:48 GMT -5
๐ Mentors and Apprentices ๐
๐ Olivepaw(Goldenstar) - Tundrastar(Goldenstar). ๐ Ashpaw(cowbird) - Wrenstar(Treeheart). ๐ Beepaw(cowbird) - Coalspark(Goldenstar). ๐ Goosepaw(cowbird) - Ravencall(cowbird). ๐ Fernpaw(cowbird) - Avenbraid(Goldenstar). ๐ Pumpkinpaw(Goldenstar) - Foxslayer(Goldenstar). ๐ Scarletpaw(Goldenstar) - Emberblade(Treeheart).
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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 4, 2023 12:42:44 GMT -5
Mikah- Updated and with Additions <3
Dovecall spotted her sister- poor defenseless Finchsong- stalking through the forest from her perch on a hill. With a mischievous gleam in her eye, she picked her way through the woods and caught up fairly quickly. Finchsong, focused on her careful pursuit of an unexpecting hare, never heard her. Once the rabbit was dead at Finchsong's feet, Dovecall sprang forward and bowled into her litter-mate, letting out a whooping victory cry as she spilled with her twin into the mossy earth. "Tag! You're it!" laughed the white and gray tabby, her golden eyes shining. "You had no clue I was there- I know you didn't. I wish you would have seen your face! Ha!" ~ Starlingwings nervously shuffled her paws as she padded alongside Wrenstar on their patrol. Olivepaw, Moosepelt, and Foxslayer had come with them but they had split off in other directions to check scent markers. That had left the young warrior alone with the leader of the clan... and subsequently the mother of the she-cat she had been fawning over for moons. "Wrenstar?..." Starlingwings began with a dry mouth and trembling steps. "I was wondering... if I could... uhm. Talk to you. About something... unless you don't feel like t-talking... that's fine too..." ~ A fresh blanket of soft, nearly etheric snow had filtered down around Golden Park. It had left Goldenclan in nearly a dream-like, perfect state of existent. And then, the soft crunching pawsteps in snowflakes began to echo across the once mulched grounds. Scarletpaw followed loyally after her mentor- Emberblade- her ears pricked and head held high. It was her first day of training as his apprentice and despite how she knew she should be focusing on learning, she had only a pawful of the same things on her mind. "Emberblade- what was it like in Cloudclan?" she asked after a while. "Was it cool to hang out with your sister? What is your kin like?"
Abe- Updated and with Additions Lightbringer bounded across the frosted yard and bowled into Coolbreeze, tumbling with the tom until the thicker of the two was on top. Lightbringer peered down into Coolbreeze's beautiful eyes and exhaled, white fog rolling from his lips as he pushed his pale pink nose into the lanky cat's fur. He inhaled the scent of fresh air, leaves, and something sweet. Lavender? Honey? He was never sure. Light began to purr and he just promptly laid down- nearly crushing his smaller mate under his muscular form. "How was your day?" he asked with a tease to his voice. "Catch any mice along the fence?" ~ Tundrastar listened to each word Song said with an odd, predatory like coldness to his face. He closed his eyes and shook his head, furrowing his brow as a slow pain began to drum from the inside of his temples. He remembered something he tried to forget. Wrenstar's decision to not let Tigress join the clan. There was something unsettling about her, something his mate didn't like nor trust. He remembered Oriole's rage and the fight that ensued. How many times Wrenstar, who was heavily pregnant with their girls at the time, had been mercilessly pounded in the stomach by angry, churning paws. And then he remembered her cry. Wrenstar wailed the day their litter was born. Two tiny she-kits barely hung to life. And the tom? He'd been born without a heartbeat. Nobody said it. But everyone knew why. Anger, yes and fear, began to spread through him from nose to tail-tip and he lifted his head to meet Song's gaze. He saw sincerity there. Yes, and sincerity and also fear. If it was for herself, or for what she knew, he wasn't sure. He didn't know why... but he trusted her. "Ravencall, fetch our companion a moss-ball with water. She's come a long way to help us." Tundrastar said after a moment. "Forgive me my hostility, Song. The Brotherhood has taken more from me, my family, and my clan than you can ever know." He swished his tail. "There's no way they can accomplish this so easily. We've changed our security since they were here last. We have scouts on the train-tracks now. Invasion won't be as simple as they think." He flicked an ear. "You're more than welcome to stay with us in the Park if you like. You're of no threat to us, thus we are no threat to you." ~ "Come along Beepaw!" Coalspark purred enthusiastically as he led his new apprentice through the fresh, crisp snow. "We need to find some dry moss for the elders. Sweetfern is complaining about her paws being sore again. Poor darling thing she is, there's never any rest for her." He looked over his shoulder fondly at the young cat. "You're my first apprentice- I know you know that. I'm sorry if I'm a bit excited. I didn't think I'd get to be a mentor so soon after coming back from Cloudclan! But wow, I sure am thrilled I got you. We'll be a great team, I just know it."
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Post by Treeheart on Jan 4, 2023 14:29:25 GMT -5
Chrissy
Perhaps she should have expected an ambush.
Close as twins ought to be, Finch and Dove had spent their Nursery days stumbling over each other, nipping and squirming and giggling to each other gleefully. It became a game the same any siblings would, finding ways to stalk each other, catch each other off guard. It'd carried into their Apprenticeship, and then into their Warriorhood.
Finchsong had gotten Dovecall just a couple days beforehand. She'd startled the molly so badly she'd fallen into the river and came out sputtering and waterlogged. Finch had managed to get away, cackling all the way, but of course Dovey hadn't let it slide for very long.
A surge of victory in the face of her catch had Finch very distracted, and the battle cry that her sister released had her freezing rather than turning to confront the sound. She had barely turned her head before Dovecall was upon her, and the force of her tiny sister had the bigger twin tumbling off her paws. She squealed in surprise, big paws flailing, before realization struck and she fell into hiccupping laughter instead.
"No fair!" She batted her twin off of her, rolling to get on her paws again. "... At least you waited until I got my catch first. You sneaky little bird."
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Starlingwings was anxious about something.
Wrenstar hadn't lived as a mother for so long without being able to tell things like this. Even if her girls weren't willing to share everything that bothered them throughout their lives, Wren had still noticed when there was something. So as cats of their group began to stray off, going about their duties, she tried not to keep too much attention on Starling, to prevent stressing her more.
Then the young Warrior spoke out. Her ear twitched back to her, and she finally turned to regard her with a warm smile.
"Starlingwings, I'd be happy to talk to you. What's the matter, dear? You seem so anxious."
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Emberblade gave a soft exhale, watching the hot breath curl into wisps of steam. Though he'd been more than glad to stay in Cloudclan for so long... Goldenclan was home. Hunting on familiar land was a comfort now, especially with a little shadow following loyally behind him.
"Cloudclan... was beautiful," Ember answered softly, flicking his tail to gingerly guide Scarletpaw closer. "The Valley was very big, though I suppose it wasn't as lively as it could be with the flooding. My sister... it felt unreal, seeing her. We are very different beings than we were the last time we'd seen each other, but I can tell that she-kit I knew is still there. To some degree. I'm glad for that."
Purring softly, he looked off wistfully. "I think the main thing we both kept in common was that neither of us could have imagined having so much kin. Just of her own blood, I have seven niblings, as well as the kits they've had as well. Outside of blood, there's the families of their partners, so much so that it seems like I'm related to half of Cloudclan by now. They're all wonderful and kind. Maybe you'll meet some of them, should you go to a Meeting in the future."
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Post by cowbird on Jan 5, 2023 11:52:56 GMT -5
Coolbreeze huffed as the heavy tom laid on top of him, his rippling muscles flexing against Coolbreezeโs lean frame. โUghhhh,โ he growled playfully and with a kick from his hind legs, shoved Lightbringer off and flipped on top, drawing in all four paws onto the larger tomโs powerful back. โOh my day was lovely- and I ate all those mice just to beat you!โ he snipped back and affectionately tugged on the handsome tomโs ear.
โฆ Ravencall frowned. He was being told to do an apprentice task as if he hadn't waited nearly an extra year to get his name. He didnt dare protest; Tundrastarโs word was the law and he never gave anyone a reason to disobey. With a swish of his thin tail he sauntered off towards the pool just outside the Park gate.
Song stood still, her eyes wide as the giant tom spoke to her. He believed her! He actually listenedโฆ Song had never had an authority figure pay her any attention unless it was to show cruelty or make her do excessive work they didn't want to do. She dipped her head gratefully. โI would like to stay, thank you.โ Her vision clouded, as she thought back of herโฆ clanmates? Family? There wasn't a clear definition of what Orioleโs group was but it wasn't pleasant that was for sure. They were probably beginning to realize she was gone- Mole would begin to make a scene once she didnt pop back in the drawer where they nested and someone was bound to smell her fleeing scent by the trees sooner or later. She could only hope that she was truly safe here. โI can be useful,โ she added, turning a gaze to the glowering Moosepelt and the curious Cinderfrost. โI learned how to hunt and I can throw a few punches here and there. I won't be a dead weight I promise.โ
Cinderfrost chuckled from beside her. โDidn't you hear what our leader just said? โYou're no threat to us, thus we are no threat to you.โ He isn't extending this offer because he expects anything major from you now- not after what you just told us.โ He turned his dark blue eyes towards his leader, a little bit of his amusement fading. โDo you think we can manage to get a message to CloudClan in time? Who knows who that scum Oriole has recruited in the last time theyโve been here. We were outnumbered last time and we can't have that again.โ
โฆ Beepaw zipped behind his mentor, bouncing cutely from drift to drift, leaving cat outlines all around. The bubbly tom was as excited as ever to be an apprentice, despite the fact it had been a moon already since the ceremony. Coalspark had become his new best friend in a way too; Beepaw found himself spending as much time with the warrior as he did with his own family. Coalspark matched his energy and made learning fun- who knew you could learn how to catch prey while playing a game? โOf course!โ he squeaked as he shook out his fur and careened after the handsome tom. โThough,โ he continued, looking around doubtfully at the snow-laden ground around him. โIm not sure where we would find much around hereโฆโ
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