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Post by Goldenstar on Nov 2, 2020 2:50:29 GMT -5
Chris“Hmm.., ugh... wait what? Huh?” The dazzling tom shot his head up from his sleep, blinking the fuzziness from his eyes as he laid eyes on his apprentice, who was poking her head in tentatively in the warriors’ den. Noticing the trembling from and tearful eyes, he jumped to his paws and padded quickly towards the she-cat, concern rising quickly in him. “What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you? Was it a dream? C’mon, let’s hear it Pastel dear.” Without another heartbeat of hesitation, Pastelpaw shot into the Warrior's arms. She clutched his chest fur desperately and sobbed into his neck fur for a decent amount of time before she could calm herself down enough to speak. "I... I was he-heading to the Leader's Den to take Momma a mouse... I know I shouldn't have been out without you but I was restless this morning with my Warrior ceremony so close and I just... I just wanted to go hunting... so I caught her something... and I went to give it to her and I could hear her and Papa fighting..." Pastelpaw paused to wipe her running nose with the back of her paw. "I know he's our leader... I know his word is that of the Warrior Code... I know that, Red... But I just can't stand the way he talks to her..." she looked up at him with her big, feeling miscolored eyes. "Why does he have to be so mean?..."
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Post by cowbird on Nov 2, 2020 4:10:38 GMT -5
Chris
The warrior held the she-cat close and rocking her, pressing his lips gently to her head to calm her down as he stared out of the den, his mind similarly conflicted. Paintedstar had been leader all his life. When his own father, one of the few toms part of the clan, died it was him who comforted Redinferno’s family. Yet there were times he too didn’t understand the clan leader at his most erratic, especially recently- and he doubted even the senior warriors or the medicine cats knew what was going on. “He’s... a different one, your father,” he told the pretty apprentice honestly. “He’s probably having bad omens or dreams these days and it’s really messing with him. And well, between you and me, he’s getting a bit up there. I don’t know why he is so mean, but I do know that this isn’t how he is and he won’t stay like this.” Hopefully.
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Post by Treeheart on Nov 2, 2020 4:12:31 GMT -5
Chris
Amber couldn't help the laughter that burst from her as her friend was thrown into a rant almost immediately. Her laughter did sour into annoyed grumbles as Zinni went on, but not towards her dear friend. Oh no, she was agreeing with what Zinnialea was saying completely. Paintedstar was truly starting to get on many cats' nerves with his attitude lately. Though the stress made sense, the clan wasn't in the best of shape, but that was no excuse to behave like he was. Especially towards his own mate and kits.
"He should be ashamed of himself, acting the way he is," Amber growled. "I say it's probably time for that old man to finally step down and take a rest in the Elders Den, let some fresh minds handle the situation. Because he clearly isn't doing it well."
Despite the fact that she was already rather heated, she couldn't help but lean towards her friend at the sound of a secret. "Well, don't leave me waiting, Zinn."
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Post by Goldenstar on Nov 16, 2020 5:34:03 GMT -5
ChrisThe warrior held the she-cat close and rocking her, pressing his lips gently to her head to calm her down as he stared out of the den, his mind similarly conflicted. Paintedstar had been leader all his life. When his own father, one of the few toms part of the clan, died it was him who comforted Redinferno’s family. Yet there were times he too didn’t understand the clan leader at his most erratic, especially recently- and he doubted even the senior warriors or the medicine cats knew what was going on. “He’s... a different one, your father,” he told the pretty apprentice honestly. “He’s probably having bad omens or dreams these days and it’s really messing with him. And well, between you and me, he’s getting a bit up there. I don’t know why he is so mean, but I do know that this isn’t how he is and he won’t stay like this.” Hopefully. "I just... she tries so hard. Momma tries so hard and it's neve good enough for him. And you know, Red?... I never feel like I'm good enough either... I'm just... Lost in Monarchdream's shadow. And Scarletlily... and Rubble and Gravel... I feel so... invisible compared to them. And now Momma's pregnant again and I just... I feel lost..." she laid her head on his chest and sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her paw. "Sometimes, Red..." she whispered. "I dream I have wings and I can just fly... and go anywhere. And be anything. Everything. And the wind is in my fur and the clouds whistle in my ears... and I don't feel alone or scared up there..." she reached a paw out, as if longing herself to fly. "Sometimes I just want to run away and never look back. Do you... do you ever feel like that? Just like... running?..."
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Post by Goldenstar on Nov 16, 2020 5:39:56 GMT -5
ChrisAmber couldn't help the laughter that burst from her as her friend was thrown into a rant almost immediately. Her laughter did sour into annoyed grumbles as Zinni went on, but not towards her dear friend. Oh no, she was agreeing with what Zinnialea was saying completely. Paintedstar was truly starting to get on many cats' nerves with his attitude lately. Though the stress made sense, the clan wasn't in the best of shape, but that was no excuse to behave like he was. Especially towards his own mate and kits. "He should be ashamed of himself, acting the way he is," Amber growled. "I say it's probably time for that old man to finally step down and take a rest in the Elders Den, let some fresh minds handle the situation. Because he clearly isn't doing it well." Despite the fact that she was already rather heated, she couldn't help but lean towards her friend at the sound of a secret. "Well, don't leave me waiting, Zinn." Urgently, carefully, Zinnialea looked all around to make sure her gossip stayed quite hush-hush. She leaned her mouth against Amberdahlia's ear and began to speak in her hurried, excited, rushed tone. "Now a long, long, long, long time ago, Dahl... there was something the Ancient Clans use to do. I guess Paintedstar overhead Shadowstar and Tundrastar reminiscin' this last meeting and it got his mind a'thinkin', ya'see... Something called breeding bonds... Apparently back when Cloudclan and the other Ancient Clans were still on their little island, they would get real bad off sometims, ya'see... Some'a the clans didn't have the numbers. So for a few seasons every so often, they'd do a breeding-bond... where they'd let cats from other clans mate together to boost their numbers back up. No half-clan penalties. No broken code. No bullshit, Dahlia... Just basic understanding for survival. Now the word of my friend of a friend from a friend is that a cat who knows my friend heard Paintedstar talkin' to Shadowstar about an emergency breeding bond... to boost our numbers, Dahl! He's trying to cross our ink with Cloudclan blood to save the clan. That's how we know he's really a'lost his marbles... you know he hates half-blood more than anything. That tom bleeds the Warrior Code."
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Post by cowbird on Nov 16, 2020 15:09:35 GMT -5
Chris
Red felt his heart break as the younger she-cat spoke. He wasn’t really one for heartfelt, soul-barring confessions of any type really but then again, Pastelpaw was no regular clanmate. Over the several moons he was her mentor they formed a bond and despite his own slight disgust with anything that couldn’t be dealt with a swipe of his claws, Red felt as if he owned it to his clan and to Pastelpaw to be a friend as well as a mentor. Hearing how much she wanted to be free of the pressures of her family, the only cats she’d ever known, didn’t make him feel so hot.
“I can’t blame you,” he said after a while, still holding his apprentice close and rocking slightly side to side as he looked off. “Big families with so many dynamic characters can be hard to be part in- heck, having ones family member who was all up and out can be overbearing let alone multiple. Running won’t solve that though.., which I’m sure you know. But maybe distancing yourself from the title of “the leaders’ daughter” is where you can find some peace. You know, that’s what being around warrior is about in the first few months. You train and get all you can and while you become a full functioning member of the clan, you still are young and your real task is to figure out who you are and what’s you want in your life and not what your family is. It won’t makes sense now... but with all you have going on maybe it’s time to take that step now before you lose your mind.”
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Post by Treeheart on Nov 16, 2020 18:18:25 GMT -5
Chris
Amber's face took an entire journey as Zinnialea explained. It went from intrigue, to a bit of confusion, to shock, back to confusion, then to a stronger sense of shock that she gasped aloud. "No way in the Forest is he gonna do that!" She exclaimed once her friend was finished, though quickly cringed and hushed herself. "There's no way that's true... I've never even heard of something like that before. Making half-clan's on purpose? With how much half-clans are hated by the oldies nowadays, you'd think the Ancient Clans would rather die out than do something like that!"
Though after pondering for a moment, she leaned in and whispered, "Do you... do you think he's actually gonna do it? If I didn't know sense, I'd say Miss Monarch had already started. Though Paintedstar wouldn't have his fur in such a twist about it if he'd been the one to set that up..."
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Post by Goldenstar on Nov 18, 2020 1:40:40 GMT -5
Mikah
"See?! That is EXACTLY what I think! I see how proud she looks of herself when she's in the Valley... But you know, if Paintedstar found out..." she shook her head. "I dunno Dahlia... these are hard times for Inkclan. Hard times... These two-kit litters of she-cats every few moons just ain't enough to save us, I don't think... Maybe... Maybe it would be a good thing?... I just don't know..." she sighed. "I never thought I'd see the clan unravel like this... but if it doesn't stop soon, we're gonna end up just a bunch of rogues trying to be a clan... It's scary, Dahl... it really is..." then she paused. "Would you ever do it?... Mate with a Cloudclan tom?..."
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Abe
Pastelpaw blinked and wiped away her tears. She exhaled and nodded, peeling away from Redinferno. She wiped at her tears with the back of her paw and sighed, giving her head a little shake. "I'm so sorry I freaked out like that," she whispered, wiping her running nose on the back of her paw. "I... I am so thankful for you, Red, honestly... Thank you for caring. Sometimes I feel like you're the only one who does."
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Post by Treeheart on Nov 18, 2020 7:34:25 GMT -5
Chris
"It isn't an organized thing, clearly," Amber shook her head. "So she must have fallen for someone, right? Her perhaps she went and just started this..." her voice lowered again, "... Breeding bond... thing... on her own, without telling anyone? Though it makes more sense that she just fell for a Cloudclanner... It happens."
The idea of the clan falling apart was, indeed, quite scary. She sighed and sat down heavily where she stood, turning her gaze up towards the sky. Starclan, it doesn't seem like you have much of a plan in this... Please, for the love of you ancestors, figure something out and help us out here.
"?! Would I?!" She yelped upon hearing the question. Though her burning shock faded a bit and it became clear hesitation. "I mean... no? Gah, I don't know, would you?!"
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Post by cowbird on Nov 18, 2020 21:19:36 GMT -5
Chris
“Awww don’t think that sugar,” Red murmured, reaching out a paw to move a stray piece of fur on her. “As fabulous as my attention can be... I know for a fact your family cares about you and they do listen... well maybe not all of them. Hmmm, maybe I should go hand it to them and tell them to you the attention and importance you deserve. It’s a shame the one sane kit of Paintedstar is the one they all look over,” the fiery tom nipped, glaring at Scarletlily who was not even looking at them. “But on a serious note... I’m always here to listen honey. Now how about you and I head out for a little training? Ease your mind up on the hard stuff, eh?”
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Post by Goldenstar on Dec 1, 2020 5:32:23 GMT -5
Mikah
For a moment, it seemed like Zinni might not have an answer. But then, she looked quite serious- something out of character for the pretty molly. And she gave a small, single nod. "I would, Amb... I really would. We don't have a lot of toms here... and the clan is so crowded with kin. Pretty soon there won't be any other safe ways to go without crossin' over your own cousin. I've heard about what happens when cats cross their own bloodlines... weird stuff happens to the youngins. They don't come out right..." she looked down at her paws and shuffled them nervously. "They got so many cats in the Valley. So many of em pretty toms too. Shadowstar is a gorgeous thing he is. Those eyes could kill ya dead and you wouldn't know it till you hit the ground. If these bonds are a thing that happens... I'mma do it. Not just for me, for the clan. We need fresh blood. Ain't a clan of our allies got numbers like they do in the Valley... I don't know what it is they do there but we gotta take notes! Or there ain't gonna be no ink much longer."
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Abe
Pastelpaw sniffled and nodded, wiping her eyes with the back of her paw. "Yeah... okay. I'd like that..." as they headed off, she leaned on him, comforted by his warmth. "Hey, Red?" she asked as they slipped out of the Mansion and into the tall grass. "Are you ever going to take a mate? I know you're sweet on toms but... well... I guess there aren't many options are there..." she trailed a bit, her tail dragging in the dirt behind her. "Is thereee... any cat from another clan that you think is handsome? Or dreamy? Just between you and me- mentor to apprentice gossip."
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Post by Treeheart on Dec 1, 2020 7:18:43 GMT -5
Chris
Amber wasn't sure what she was expecting to come out of Zinni's mouth but it... it wasn't that. She'd bond with a Cloudclan tom, carry his kits... well... to save their dying clan... of course she would. It was a noble... sacrifice? She wasn't sure what the word to describe any of this would be and frankly, her mind was racing too much to try and figure it out.
"Huh... well..." she muttered. "I... what if it doesn't... help? Sure, Cloudclan has plenty of pretty toms but... what if we still end up with more girls than boys? I don't like the idea of mating with a relative either, it gives me the jeebies... but what if this doesn't work either? Then what?"
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Post by cowbird on Dec 1, 2020 16:15:45 GMT -5
Chris
“Mentor to apprentice gossip, ha!” The blazing tom laughed as his nose began to sniff out for potential prey. He was grateful for the change of subject. Seeing his normally happy-go-lucky apprentice so down in the dumps was not only disarming, but pretty saddening too. He didn’t want to see her cry like that again. “Hmm, and ‘sweet on toms?’ Much kinder than my sister ever described my preferences,” he snorted as his strict older sister Emberpool came to mind. “No, no.... and this is truthful! I don’t have my eye on anyone. I’m far too busy with training you and keeping up with duties to even glance at most toms for long these days, whether here or in the other Clans.” He turned his gaze to the she-cat beside him and winked. “Maybe I’ll die old and snippy like Miss Jagged,” he teased referring to the sightless snappy elder.
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Post by Goldenstar on Dec 5, 2020 6:00:50 GMT -5
Mikah
Zinnialea shrugged her shoulders and sighed. "Worse comes to worse, say we pull a page outta history. Join up with the Valley. Just merge in. Crystalclan did it. Berylclan did it... maybe we're next to melt with Cloudclan. I mean... it couldn't be so bad, could it huh? All that support. All that food. Protection... Those Watchers don't let nothing in or out without they say so. Always something to do... No crazy-ass Paintedstar yelling at everyone..."
Zinnialea trailed, her ears flicking back. "Say, sis, didya here that?..."
It was louder this time. A scream.
"Help me!" it came from a few yards away through the tall grass and Zinni began to pad that way as quick as her paws would carry her without running. She knew that voice. It was...
"My kits are coming! Help. My sister- I-I need my sister!"
Monarchdream.
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Abe
"Or maybe you'll fall in love with a mysterious tom cat in another clan- a far away place!" Pastelpaw offered with a giggle. "And he'll have dark fur and brooding eyes and he'll whisper things in your ear that give you goosies. And you'll look at stars together and have silly pet names and you'll travel all around the world in a boat and see pretty lights from big cities and taste all kinds of fun human food. Or maybe he'll join the Manor and you two can adopt gets or have a surrogate and you'll have six pretty daughters to be your princesses and you'll love them so much..." she stopped herself, realizing she'd been rambling on in her "silly fantasies" as her father called them. She looked down at her paws. "Sorry, Red... I... didn't mean to get carried away..."
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Post by Treeheart on Dec 6, 2020 11:48:38 GMT -5
Chris
"Merge with the Valley," Amberdahlia couldn't keep the disdain from her tone at the very idea of reaching such a low point. You know you hit rock bottom when you need to live under the name of another clan just to survive. Though, Zinni made some... fair points. The Valley was most certainly one of the most well guarded clans around, and there were so many of them... "Surely we'd have to wait until ole' Paint Splatter meets dear Inkstar before we'd do something like that. He's desperate enough for a Breeding Bond, but I don't think he'll ever be that desperate. We'd have to pick up and move ourselves once he's gone."
Amber hadn't heard whatever caught Zinni's attention, but it still made her worry. Her ears pricked and she rose a little straighter as it suddenly reached her. A scream indeed.
"Oh my," Amber breathed, following closely behind Zinnia. "Oh dear, oh my. Normally new life in the clan is to be celebrated but... this doesn't feel like anything to celebrate. Not yet, anyway."
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Post by cowbird on Dec 6, 2020 20:48:14 GMT -5
Chris
But Redinferno was head back, full on bellowing in laughter at the apprentice’s imaginative love story. Wiping a tear from his eyes, the flame pelted tom flicked his tail gently alongside her flank. “Don’t apologize Pastel. I’d love that- though I don’t exactly know what I’d do with six daughters.”
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Post by Goldenstar on Feb 11, 2021 1:37:32 GMT -5
General Replies for Everyone that Includes all my Babes<3 Just pick someone that you wanna RP with if I didn't claim a strand with you directly. Paintedstar lay inside the cupboard in the kitchen- the heart of the house- the middle of Ink Manor. He blinked open his eyes and looked down just in time to see Falconswoop, his most trusted Warrior, returning to camp with a healthy sparrow in his jaws. As more time went on, as Paintedstar knew his time as leader wouldn't last much longer, he began to thing Fal would be a good Deputy for Joystar... or a good leader in his wake. But who would follow them? Monarchdream for sure. She'd be an incredible leader... Thinking it was about time to go visit his daughter and her three beautiful new kits, he stretched all of his limbs until the joints popped. He let out a yawn, leaped down from the cupboard onto the counter, and down from the counter onto the hardwood floor. His paws made a soft pattering sound as he padded through the kitchen and out into what was once a living area. Under a great upturned coffee table with a heavy curtain draped across, the Queens lay with their kits. Between it and the worn out old couch, there was plenty of room for them to spread out and snuggle with their kits and plenty of places for the little Warriors to hide and play. Islandfawn, the clan's Senior-most Medicine Cat, was sitting by the entrance, chatting away with Willowwood. The healer looked over, smiled, and dipped her head when Paintedstar approached. "Sir," she greeted warmly. "Willowwood's kits will be here before the week is out. She must miss the meeting." "Well, you must have your rest," Paintedstar said softly as he slipped past them into the further corner of the room. In the back of the nursery, on torn out pillow stuffing wedged between the couch and the wall, Monarchdream had made her nest. There, she was gently talking to her three precious kits- all girls. Of course. They had been named Glasskit, Crystalkit, and Clearkit and each of them were simply beautiful and exceptionally rare- Ink Chimeras. Crystalkit was half white and half blue and silver Inking while Glasskit was half silver with blue and black Inking. And dearest Clearkit? She was half black with white and orange Inking and had a lot of her mother in her. When their grandfather approached, the three girls rushed to meet him and Monarchdream smiled at how her daughters loved him. Of course they did... They'd never known anything else. As he embraced them, so proud and so filled with so much love, a pang of anxiety nestled in Mo's chest. He was so proud of them that he insisted on taking them to next week's meeting to show them off to the clans. His grandchildren- kits of Monarchdream and Racooncoat... But they weren't Coon's kits. Not at all. Their father, their sire, was save and sound in the Valley... he had yet to lay eyes on his children. But come time for the meeting, they'd be handed off to him- this stranger... Stars, please let them forgive me..."Mo? Did you hear me?" Monarchdream's head snapped up. "Hm? What?" "I asked if Coon had been by to see them today." "No, not yet. He's on patrol," she replied sheepishly, feeling her pelt burn like fire for lying to her father... again. Racooncoat had been covering for her and stifling through the embarrassment of false congratulations from so many... but he refused to get too attached to the girls, for them to actually think he was their father... it would be unbearable for them to just be taken from him if he actually fell in love with them and they him. Mo understood that... but it didn't make the situation any less sticky. "How's mom? She's almost ready to burst too, isn't she?" "Almost," Paintedstar said proudly. "I'm sure we'll have boys this time, Mo, I just know we will..." when Clearkit looked at him with her ghostly ice-silver eyes, he couldn't help but feel taken off guard by them. They were astounding and not like anything he had ever seen. "Uhm, not that there's anything wrong with girls, I assure you..." --- Joystar lay in the Medicine Cat Den, groaning as she struggled with the aching pains of labor. It was too soon yet for her kits to come but they seemed to want to anyway. Dear sweet Hazelpaw paced beside her, giving a soft nod of her head. "Easy now, Joystar, easy..." "They can't come yet!" she cried. "They just can't!" "If they're ready, they're ready. You can't stop them," Hazelpaw said softly. "Nice and easy now... you know how to breathe for me... easy... easy..." --- Icedragon an Snowphoenix were laying outside the manor, basking on the front porch with their bellies turned up toward the sun. The snow had all melted as far as Inkclan was concerned and now spring had finally begun. A few tail-lengths down, sitting on the rail of the porch was Zinnialea, the pretty she-cat's eyes closed as she soaked in warm rays of golden heat. The floorboards creaked as Indigonight began to climb up the steps, a fat rabbit hanging from her jaws. A few tail-lengths away in the tall grass, Racooncoat was stalking a bird and Windseeker had just claimed a mouse. The clan was thriving... struggling, as they were... but thriving all the same. --- Yellowpaw paced up and down the stairs of the manor, the floorboards creaking as her weight shifted. She was so aggravated with the leaders of the clan that she could barely see straight. She had been due to be made a Warrior for almost a moon and she was the oldest apprentice in the clan. But Joystar was so obsessed with her pregnancy and Paintedstar was so obsessed with his new grandchildren that they had hardly noticed at all that she needed to be made into a Warrior. Anger coursed through her like venom and she leaped up the stairs, across the empty room space, and on top of what was once a wood burning stove. Her sharp yellow eyes scanned the cobwebs of the room and she thought for a moment, as she saw Bumblepaw sleeping in the corner, that she would just like to shred her pretty pelt... --- "Stop it!" Pastelpaw snapped at her brother as Gravelpaw took a pawful of mud and ran it across her tail. Gasping in aggravation, she pulled her tail away from him and hissed, Rubblepaw falling over in laughter at the dismay of his sister. "I said cut it out!" "Awww, what's wrong Stella?" Rubblepaw teased. "Are you afraid you won't look pretty enough for your Cloudclan boyfriend?" "He's not my boyfriend!" Pastelpaw nearly screeched, her cheeks and nose flushing bright red. "S-Stop it, Rubble!" "Oh, look at her! She's all jumbled up now!" Gravelpaw laughed. "Stella's got a boyfriend, Stella's got a boyfriend!" "I don't!" the pretty orange and red she-cat was nearly in tears, trying desperately to clean the mud and clay from her tail. "S-Stop!..." --- Turquoisepaw lay with Blackpaw and his brothers- Oakpaw and Pinepaw, and gingerly cleaned Blackpaw's ears. Turquoise, much like Deerfreckle's kits and all the other apprentices, was due to be a Warrior any time and was eagerly awaiting the meeting that would finally give her, her Warrior name. "What do you think Paintedstar will name us?" she asked with bright, turquoise colored eyes. "I think about my name a lot..." --- Graysplash and Deerfreckle were out for a nice evening stroll, walking around the fence on the outer side of their territory. Ever since poor Deerfreckle's assault- the even that created her kits- she had been shy and almost terrified of her own shadow- and she was already a meek creature to begin with. She had found comfort and friendship in Graysplash, the oldest cat in Inkclan, and the two spent a lot of time together. "Your boys will be made Warriors soon," she said softly. "Aren't you excited?" "I am," Deerfreckle said softly, shuddering a bit. "They're so big now... they're bigger than the rest of the cats in the clan- except for Falconswoop... I... I just... I just... hope they don't... grow mean as they age, you know?" "Oh, my sweet fawn," Graysplash said softly. "You raised them to be kind, loving, and tender... they can't go bad now. You worked too hard on them."
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Post by GryffinCry on Feb 11, 2021 4:04:19 GMT -5
(Gonna go ahead and type something up for Joystar ) Scarletlily quickly padded into the medicine cats den, fresh wet moss and borage leaves were clamped tightly in her jaws as she took her place beside Hazelpaw and dropped the herbs at her paws. "It's going to be okay,- drink this." She assured her mother gently, yet her tail was flicking urgently as she placed the dripping moss at the leader's head. "You've done this many times before- it's not your first early litter." She ran her paw gently across her mother's face, before gingerly shifting it across her writhing belly. "Okay Hazelpaw, remember what Islandfawn and I taught you. We need to make sure her breathing is even- and when one of the kits comes out, immediately lick it's fur clean and make sure it makes it to a nipple." She instructed, raising her head up and looking around. Where is he?... She thought to herself, slightly agitated that Paintedstar wasn't here to support Joystar through her kitting.
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Post by cowbird on Feb 11, 2021 16:21:49 GMT -5
Chris
(I hope these are ok!)
Havenlight sat nervously outside the night medicine cat den as the medicine cat saw cats bustled about and Joystar panted in pain. She cringed at each cry the queen gave, thanking StarClan her own kitting as been a song quick and easy as was conceiving them. It was almost as if the three, Butterflykit, Grasskit and Logkit, were in a rush to leave her womb. Now, a few seasons later and strong enough it becomes apprentices soon, her kits were grown and it gave plenty of time to Havenlight to be a warrior again almost. There was a other disgruntled cry from the den and low voices murmured comfort to the leader. Maybe needs more than medical assistance. Havenlight wasn’t all that close to her leader, out she had and gotten to know the older queen well enough as she rested in the nursery and waited to deliver. The inked queen shuffled into the hard grounded den and squeezed by Islandfawn to crouch by the queen’s head. “Come on now, Joystar,” She rasped in her husky voice her clear eyes on the birthing mother. “You’re the strongest one of all of us gals here and in more ways than one. You’ll be fine.”
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“You heard her! Stop it at once!” The three youngest kits of the leadership family were being towered over by a pale brown warrior with stern amber eyes and one white forepaw. IT was Emberpool, though not in any leadership positions, was one of the fiercest and strictest warrior in the clan and right now her controlled but fearsome anger was anger was directed towards the two sons of Paintedstar. “What has gotten into you two? Does the sons of our leaders not possess the ability to hear when one of their own tells them to stop?” She stepped down the steps towards Pastelpaw and began grooming the much caked fur. “You two-“ she shot the two toms a look sharper than porcupine spikes. “Explain yourselves.”
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Post by Goldenstar on Feb 12, 2021 0:12:35 GMT -5
Rowan<3
"I know," Hazelpaw purred softly with a nod of gratitude to her mentor. "This is my third birth now... and she isn't a first time mother so I am far more confident this time as well."
"As you should be," Joystar hissed through gritted teeth, aware at the bubbling pain in her womb that she knew meant her first kit wouldn't wait much longer. She cursed under her breath and laid her head against her paws. "Please look like me," she whispered to Starclan. "Please..."
"What was that? Are you okay?" Hazelpaw asked, having noted the desperation in the Queen's voice but not quite the words she had said.
"Nothing. Nothing..." Joystar panted as she avoided Scarletlily's eyes. "The first one is nearly ready... Stars, the pain's so bad I can hardly think... Why is it so much worse..." Starclan is punishing you, Joy... for your lies... she hissed and lashed her tail then began to push, tears rolling down her face. "Please don't let anything happen to them... no matter what. Promise me, Scarlet? You'll take care of them if something goes terribly wrong with me..."
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Abe
"Joystar will be fine," Islandfawn comforted as she tossed an annoyed look over her shoulder, to where Monarchdream was talking to her father. Paintedstar could surely hear her... he just seemed to not be in too much of a hurry to get there. It was their fourth litter after-all- nothing exciting. "How are you feeling, Havenlight?" the Senior Medicine Cat asked as she tried to distract herself from the leader's apparent distress. "Have you been well since your kitting? They're getting older now, the three of them... not much longer until they're Warriors." ~ "We're just picking on her, Emberpool!" Gravelpaw said with a small smirk- his father's damn cocky expression on his face- though he couldn't hide the nervousness that crept into his voice. He and his twin had been pushed back in their training- not once, but twice- from becoming Warriors for acting foolish. He hoped this wouldn't be another strike against them or else Pastelpaw would be given her Warrior name before they would and she was younger! "We're not hurting her... just teasing."
"You got me filthy!" Pastelpaw snapped, trying to scrape some of the caked mud and dirt from her poor, pitiful tail. "I'll have to go the creek to get my fur clean!"
"It's just fur," Rubblepaw groaned. "It isn't that big of a deal, Stella... lighten up."
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Post by GryffinCry on Feb 13, 2021 2:40:54 GMT -5
"Don't talk that way." Scarletlily scolded gently, gently placing her paw on her mother's cheek. "You're going to be just fine- just keep pushing." She instructed, but a sharp ping of worry struck her as she tried to catch her mother's gaze. Joystar had dealt with difficult kittings before- she was usually able to keep her cool, even in the middle of giving birth. But this time.. something else was stressing the leader out. "Here it comes, keep pushing!" She turned her attention to where the first kit slid out- a handsome looking black and grey kit with golden inking. "Start cleaning them off Hazelpaw, hurry now." She instructed, her gaze falling back on her mother's face. "You're doing good- the first one is here and they look healthy.
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Post by cowbird on Feb 13, 2021 13:58:28 GMT -5
Chris Dearest
Havenlight Haven her leader a final lick on her head before backing away to look up at Islandfawn. “Ugh, and I can’t wait- no one is happier than me to see the little rascals leave,” the queen snipped, though the joking glint in her eyes was full volume as she thought ignore her kits. They weren’t so little no more and would be independent from her completely within seasons and while the inked cat was glad to return to her warrior duties, a small twinge of sadness crept in at the thought of not having her kits beside her every night, of not pretending to reluctantly tell them bedtime stories when the camp was silent. “I’ll miss them, for sure,” she murmured. “It’s definitely going to be an adjustment but they are going to make strong warriors. I know it.”
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Emberpool sighed as she listened to the two young toms defend themselves. She knew how fickle the line between play and detrimental teasing could be depending on the personality of one and for a moment, she felt as if she was jumping ahead of herself and being too controlling. But one look at the tear streaked face of Pastelpaw and the pale warrior was set back again. “I understand what you mean Gravelpaw, but it’s obvious she doesn’t like to be teased that way. You can always joke around with her but at this age you two should know better than to pull kit-like moves like this on your fellow clanmates, especially your little sister.”
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(I was gonna do this before but forgot so here it is)
Pinepaw rolled over on his side, his back heavy on Blackpaw’s flank and his hind legs stretched to the sky as he opened his belly to the warmth of the midday sun. He twitched his ears when Turquoisepaw spoke and reached out a huge paw to gently cuff her shoulder. “I was just about to ask you guys that. I think Paintedstar should call me Pineslayer. Got a ring to it, dont ya think?” His amber eyes glimmered with the constant laughter he always had.
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Post by Goldenstar on Mar 31, 2021 18:45:28 GMT -5
~Blazekit(Blazestreak)- Inker with a base pelt of orange and white. He has orange and brown Inking and leaf green eyes. || Son of Joystar and Falconswoop. || Goldenstar. ||
~Yarrowkit(Yarrowseed)- Inker with a gray base pelt. Yellow, gold, and black Inking. Amber eyes. || Son of Joystar and Falconswoop. || Goldenstar. ||
~Dustkit(Dusttalon)- Inker with a tan base coat. Dark brown/gray, cream, and tan Inking. Pale blue eyes. || Son of Joystar and Falconswoom. || Goldenstar. ||
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Post by cowbird on Mar 31, 2021 19:16:12 GMT -5
~Blazekit(Blazestreak)- Inker with a base pelt of orange and white. He has orange and brown Inking and leaf green eyes. || Son of Joystar and Falconswoop. || Goldenstar. || ~Yarrowkit(Yarrowseed)- Inker with a gray base pelt. Yellow, gold, and black Inking. Amber eyes. || Son of Joystar and Falconswoop. || Goldenstar. || ~Dustkit(Dusttalon)- Inker with a tan base coat. Dark brown/gray, cream, and tan Inking. Pale blue eyes. || Son of Joystar and Falconswoom. || Goldenstar. || (Falcon Swoop? Oh 👀)
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Post by Goldenstar on Mar 31, 2021 20:30:08 GMT -5
~Dropkit(Dropshine)- she-cat. || Willowwood's kit. || Goldenstar. ||
~Twigkit(Twigbreeze)- she-cat. || Willowwood's kit. || Goldenstar. ||
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Post by Goldenstar on Mar 31, 2021 20:30:43 GMT -5
~Blazekit(Blazestreak)- Inker with a base pelt of orange and white. He has orange and brown Inking and leaf green eyes. || Son of Joystar and Falconswoop. || Goldenstar. || ~Yarrowkit(Yarrowseed)- Inker with a gray base pelt. Yellow, gold, and black Inking. Amber eyes. || Son of Joystar and Falconswoop. || Goldenstar. || ~Dustkit(Dusttalon)- Inker with a tan base coat. Dark brown/gray, cream, and tan Inking. Pale blue eyes. || Son of Joystar and Falconswoom. || Goldenstar. || (Falcon Swoop? Oh 👀) (Gravel and Rubble? They're his too.)
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Post by Goldenstar on Mar 31, 2021 21:44:35 GMT -5
Three Days Before the Meeting {{*Trigger warning- violence and abuse.*}} --- "Joystar, do you feel well enough to walk?" The voice came to Joystar above the sound of crickets chirping and the clan sleeping. She lifted her head and saw Paintedstar's eyes amid the darkness and felt her heart drum in her chest. Her three youngest kits, tucked safely into her belly, were all snoring as they dreamed of rivers of milk and endless balls of moss for play. The she-cat nodded and got to her paws, careful not to wake her children, as she padded out of the nursery and came to Paintedstar's side. Without a word, the two of them slipped from the abandoned house and began to pad through the trodden down fields of wheat and cattails. "It's a nice night," Joystar said after a while, uncomfortable in the bridged silence that formed between her and her former mate. They turned around the fence post outside the yard and began to pad down the worn path that lead to the abandoned water well. Paintedstar said nothing but the way his energy shifted in the quiet made Joystar's stomach twist into knots. "We haven't patrolled together in moons... Are we looking for anything? More rogues perhaps?..." "Those kits aren't mine." Joystar froze in her tracks, her front paw lifted into the next step. The blood in her veins seemed to fill with ice and she flattened herself to the ground. Paintedstar turned to face her, the cold, undeniable anger building in his eyes like a quiet inferno. "Paintedstar, I..." "They're not, are they?" Tears began to well in Joystar's eyes and she felt her paws trembling. "We're not mates. I don't owe you an explanation." "You knew the entire time, didn't you..." his mouth was so close to her face that his breath scorched her skin. Joystar closed her eyes and began to cry. "Tell me! Answer me, Joystar!" " Yes!" she cried at last. "I knew... They were conceived before we even tried to make another litter. It's why I changed my mind and told you y-yes... I just wanted what was best for the clan! I..." What happened next wasn't something that was thought about. It wasn't something that had ever happened before and would never happen again. Paintedstar's eyes turned a dangerous red and his paw lashed out, claws extended, and caught Joystar across the left side of her face. She went reeling backward and tripped over her own paws, landing face first against the hard cobblestone of the well. She lay perfectly still and for a moment, Paintedstar didn't seem to see her. And then, the cold fury cleared from his eyes and his pupils stretched wide in horror. He raced over to Joystar and tried to pick her up and then he recoiled. Her flanks weren't moving. A cold chill set in across the tom's body even though the night was warm and there was no breeze blowing. He settled down beside Joystar, trembling, and began to lick her flanks. He laid there with her for nearly half an hour until she drew her breath in again. Paintedstar jumped to his paws and leaned down to nuzzle her. "Joystar!--" The molly let out a terrified sound caught halfway between a yowl and a sob and she reeled back away from him, her pupils stretched wide in terror. "No, Joystar, it's okay! I'm here, I..." "You hit me!" she sobbed, collapsing into a ball as she shoved her bloodied face into her paws. Paintedstar, hearing the anguish and fear in her voice, took a step back. No. He hadn't. He had gotten mad and... ? Had he? No, he didn't remember. He just saw her hit the well. She tripped, surely she tripped... he never would have... "Joystar, I didn't... I..." his voice began to tremble and he reached for one of the paws that shielded her face. "H-Honey, let me look at it... you hit your head pretty hard..." "No! Don't touch me!" she screeched, pushing away from him. When her paws came down, Paintedstar's stomach flipped. Across the left side of her face, there were claw-marks so deep that he could see the red of her flesh underneath. Crimson splashes coated her pretty white fur and her eyes were swelling shut- one from the trauma from the swipe and the other from the impact from hitting the well. Already bruising was forming and there was blood running from her nose. He took a step back, his sides heaving as Joystar stumbled to her feet and tried to walk but fell again. "Stay here, stay here, I-I'll go get... someone..." turning away in terror, Paintedstar sprinted back to camp. He slid into the Medicine Cat's Den and prodded Hazelpaw. "Wake up! Joystar is hurt!" "Hm? Oh, okay! Uhm... okay..." half-asleep, the training healer pushed to her paws, her eyes sticky from her slumber. Trying not to wake Islandfawn or Scarletlily, she dug around and grabbed a bundle of herbs. She turned on her paws, still drowsy, with the kit of medicine in her mouth, and nodded to Paintedstar. "Show me." As they raced from the house, Hazelpaw matched Paintedstar paw-step for paw-step. When they came to the well, the she-cat froze at the state of her leader and she raced over. "What in Starclan's name happened?!" "A rogue attacked her while we were patrolling," Paintedstar blurted out without thinking. "I-I had gone ahead to renew the scent marker by the barn and I heard her fighting with someone... I came back and she was unconscious. I-I think she lost a life..." "She must have hit her head pretty hard..." Hazelpaw began to patch up the wounds on Joystar's face with cobwebs. "Joystar, did you get a good look at the rogue who attacked you?" For a moment, Paintedstar held his breath. And then, he thanked Starclan for the darkness and Hazelpaw's concentration on the injured molly, for he visibly showed shock and relief when Joystar finally answered, "N-No. Snuck up on me... I tried to get away and ran into the well... dark... it's dark... I can't see..." "It's because of swelling. You'll be alright, I promise," Hazelpaw whispered as she gently nudged Joystar to her paws. "Paintedstar, flank her other side so we can get her back to camp. I'll need to wake Scarletlily and Islandfawn. The wounds on her face are deep. Whoever that rogue was- they were really trying to hurt her." When Paintedstar came to Joystar's side, she whimpered as he pressed against her. His mind raced as they padded back to camp, Paintedstar's mind began to storm with a complex of emotions. He had been angry at Joystar... angry that she lied to him, angry that she betrayed him. But he had never dreamed he had been that angry. What was wrong with him? He didn't even remember hitting her... he remembered nothing at all once she had started talking. Only the way she had looked at him- so afraid- and then seeing her on the ground by the well, not breathing. Whatever had happened, he swore to himself, would never happen again... And he knew, in his soul, deep down in his heart, that nobody could ever find out. He just prayed that some small part of Joystar still loved him enough to forgive him... And keep his most terrible secret. --- The next morning, when Joystar's swollen eyes opened, she found Paintedstar sitting at her side. His eyes were open and the whites were so bloodshot that he clearly hadn't slept. He sat up when she blinked and he grinned from ear to ear. "Joy- your eyes are open! How are you feelin..." "Please leave me alone, Paint..." she whispered, curling up into a ball. Her entire body was on fire and ached and she groaned at the stinging in her cheek. "I need to rest... and get back to my kittens." "Yes-Yes, of course... I'll let you rest..." he was about to walk out and then he turned back. Since the two of them were alone, he exhaled and shook his head. "I'm so sorry, Joy, I don't know what..." "Please, Paint..." "Why did you lie for me?" "Because we're a team," she sighed, looking back over at him with her bloodshot eyes. The right one, the one that had slammed into the cobblestone, had a busted blood vessel and was eerily snaked with crimson veins. "And you're a damn good father to our children... and you were a good leader. I don't want our kits to hate you... I don't want this clan to fear you like I do." Her last words settled in Paintedstar's stomach like a heavy stone and he nodded, his tail dragging as he turned and began to pad away. "I'm so sorry... it won't ever happen again..." "It won't," she said with such an eerie calm to her voice that Paintedstar read it as a threat. "On my life, Paintedstar... I know it won't."
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Post by cowbird on Apr 1, 2021 7:05:14 GMT -5
(Gravel and Rubble? They're his too.) (So Paint has no sons himself? This and the post you made are having me shooook. This hurt a lot)
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Post by Goldenstar on May 8, 2021 3:03:38 GMT -5
INKCLAN IS 100% FINISHED
HISTORY
TERRITORY
ALL OF IT
2/6
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Post by Goldenstar on May 16, 2021 3:12:11 GMT -5
(Who wants to RP with me? )
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