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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 2, 2022 10:59:11 GMT -5
(I, and I cannot stress this enough, wait to reply here. Especially after your bit with Song, Abe. I love it.)
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 13, 2022 6:27:24 GMT -5
[[ Dropping these here for now, Will edit later.
~Eclipselight- small and meek for her breed and age, Eclipselight is easily one of the most timid and quiet she-cats you could ever hope to meet. An absolute sweetheart but incredibly insecure, she was the runt of her litter and fell ill directly after being born and nearly died. Her will to live is strong though and she isn't one to give up- even as she is easily discouraged. This tender-hearted she-cat is her father's mini-me with dark red velvet coloration and black undermarkings, eyeliner, paw pads, ears, nose, and claws. She looks like a miniature lynx and has the wildest and most authentic look to her paternal heritage of her entire litter- right down to her fluffy bob for a tail. Finally, this pretty kitty has dark, holiday green eyes- the only thing she really and truly likes about herself and something she shares in a likeness to her aunt, Mistletoemelody. Despite her self-reservations, Eclipselight is very dedicated and hardworking... She's just easy to overlook. Or, she was anyway. Eclipselight surprised everyone when she volunteered to be a queen for the Breeding Bonds that brought Inkclan back from the brink of extinction. She fell into the spotlight once more when she refused to give up her kits- only to change her mind once their father, Gravelhail, died fighting for the rights to them. She decided to join Inkclan in his honor and finds that, despite what most others would think, she does quite well in the clan and is a very devoted and loving mother. || Silverlark and Lynxcreed's kit from their second-litter. Sister to Ashensky, Dustdapple, and Stormbringer. Half sister of Fawnwhisper(in the Watch), Primerosedawn, and the late Skyfrost. Was nursed and raised by Aldershade and Lilacdew as their adopted kits. She remains very close to Antlershard and Creekflower. Mother to the late Gravelhail's kits: Pebblefrost and Dustbunny.|| Pansexual- will prefer she-cats if it feels right. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Pebblekit(Pebblefrost)- a perfect blend of both of her parents, Pebblefrost is plagued constantly by her beginning. She wasn't yet born when her father, Gravelhail, died in a trial by combat for the lives of her and her sister. She has heard the stories her entire life of the fight and how his death shook Inkclan to its core. She tries desperately to remove her own identity from what- and who she is- but it isn't easy when others are so quick to remind you. She never quite felt at home in Inkclan but having her mother certainly helps. Everyone was in shock when Eclipseheart left Cloudclan to join Inkclan for the sake and loss of Gravelhail, but she couldn't stand to keep the kits he died for in a clan away from the history of their father. Pebblefrost tries her best for her clan but she never has felt like she's belonged. She is a pretty thing with coloration from both of her parents. She has a partial lynx build but is more slender. Her base pelt is a snowy white and she has gray toes on all four of her feet, gray ears, and the end of her bobbed tail is also gray. She is covered in lavender-silver-toned markings and her nose and paw-pads are also deep gray. Her irises are a dreamy yellow color and she has long, white whiskers. Pebblefrost is very close to her father's kin and shares a deep love for her uncle, Rubblefall- his twin. She is plagued by nightmares and anxiety and struggles more than most to find peace with herself... and her history. || Daughter of Gravelhail and Eclipseheart of Cloudclan. Sister to Dustbunny. || Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Goldenstar. ||
~Dustkit(Dustbunny)- a perfect blend of both of her parents, Dustbunny is plagued constantly by her beginning. She wasn't yet born when her father, Gravelhail, died in a trial by combat for the lives of her and her sister. She has heard the stories her entire life of the fight and how his death shook Inkclan to its core. She tries desperately to remove her own identity from what- and who she is- but it isn't easy when others are so quick to remind you. She never quite felt at home in Inkclan but having her mother certainly helps. Everyone was in shock when Eclipseheart left Cloudclan to join Inkclan for the sake and loss of Gravelhail, but she couldn't stand to keep the kits he died for in a clan away from the history of their father. Dustbunny- or just Bunny- tries her best for her clan but she never has felt like she's belonged. She is a pretty thing with coloration from both of her parents. She has a partial lynx build but is more slender. Her base pelt is a rich, creamy tan and she has a more hazelnut color on her rump, neck, throat, and the crest of her head. She also has white hind feet, white toes, tail, ears, and chin. There are white spots on her hips, shoulders, and flecked across her face. She has hazelnut colored ear-tufts and beautiful pale blue eyes that shift between green, gray, and azure. Bunny is a bit more chipper than her sister but plays the stronger of the two in an attempt to keep her family- Eclipseheart and Pebblefrost- afloat. She is very close to her father's kin and shares a deep love for her uncle, Rubblefall- his twin. Dustbunny is known for the skip in her step and the sing-song quality she often has in her voice. She loves her sister dearly... but is constantly worried for her. She is her best friend after all. || Daughter of Gravelhail and Eclipseheart of Cloudclan. Sister to Pebblefrost. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Goldenstar. ||
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Post by cowbird on Jul 16, 2022 6:26:53 GMT -5
Firepaw (Fireglow)- “This is the main reason I didnt want him joining the Bonds!” Emberpool’s rage against the Breeding Bonds didnt die off even after her brother’s majestic return with three young sons trailing after him. Sure he was doing his duty… but why did he have to make a carbon copy of himself in the process? Said copy is referring to none other than Fireglow. Eldest of the three sons born to Redinferno and Kestrelberry of CloudClan during the leaf-fall of the Breeding Bonds, Fireglow began to replicate his father’s mannerism before he even opened his eyes. The lip curl, lavish tail lash, the slanted, teasing eyes and the white-hot anger that they could inhabit when wronged, it was unnerving- to even his father- on how much he acted like him. It was to the frowns of many when he took his father’s scathing tongue and but to balance that all out, Fireglow is a fierce, ambitious and dedicated tom who never takes no for an answer when it comes to jobs being done. You wanna fight? He’ll be the best fighter. You wanna hunt in the thorns and thistle? He’ll gladly leave his pelt behind. Wanna swim across countles- ok, well you get the point. As rough and edged as his exterior is, Fireglow is a family man to the core. He absolutely adores his father and since he was never very close to his mother anyways, felt at ease leaving for and serving at the Manor. He loves her though and when his own blazing personality doesn't clash with her, they have a pretty good time together. Fireglow is protective of his younger brothers but tries his best to not seem overbearing- though he takes after his aunt, Emberpool with his inability to NOT say anything. Fireglow’s passion extends even to his love life and once he finds someone his heart falls for? No matter where they are and what he has to do… they’ll be together. Fireglow is a gorgeous tom, looking the most like his father with a white-based Traditional Inker and bright dark red, bright orange and faint yellow all over him and sharp green eyes. He is the shortest of his littermates but is slender and has varying lengths of fur from thick and fluffy on his tail to short and thin on his shoulders and legs. His face is a myriad of colors and patterns with his upper right side being an angry red but his ears being more docile versions of orange and yellow. || Son of Redinferno and Kestrelberry of Cloudclan. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Littermate to Sunheart and Burningquill. Older brother to his six younger half-sisters. || Gay- oh so, so, so gay. His father’s son through and through. ||cowbird. || Sunpaw (Sunheart)- Many feel bad for the poor thing when he was seemingly placed in a family of lightning bolts from the get-go. But Sunheart is quick to wave away the concern- his messy family is his lifeline and there is nothing he would do to change it. He is very family centric, very adamant that they spend as much time with each other especially after the battle at the Manor caused so much damage and decay. He isnt shy or reserved, but simply much calmer than his older brother and father. He has a special bond with Burningquill and often frets over him- as the baby brother its his job no? Sunheart isnt as flashy as Fireglow, just being a solid color like his proud aunt, Emberpool. He’s a bright ginger tom with darker legs and ears with pale yellow eyes. He is long-legged and his large pointy ears make him seem even more intimidating until he opens his mouth and the most melodic tones come out. || Son of Redinferno and Kestrelberry of Cloudclan. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Littermate to Burningquill and Fireglow. Older brother to his six younger half-sisters. || Bisexual- his gentle demeanor attracts both toms and she-cats so why not? || cowbird. || ...
Russetpaw (Russetpatch)- dark, reddish-brown she-cat with yellow eyes. Russetpatch has been a rough and tumble sort of kitty since she was a kitten in the CloudClan nursery. She loves the rush of energy in her veins when she practices battle moves or when she’s running free in the rafters of the Manors or the Twoleg place near InkClan territory. She lives for the gentle breeze of the morning where she can keep herself fit and constantly ready and loves the still heat of greenleaf- the prey runs so well! Despite her tough exterior, Russetpatch is a very social and likable cat who’s raspy tones can be heard echoing morning and night with happiness and earnestness to make everyone around her. She is very close to her mother’s side of the family and adores her grandmother Cinnamonstar and while she understands her duties and loyalty lies to InkClan, she will always feel a secret tug to the home she was born in. || Daughter of Pineblade and Redthorn of Cloudclan. Sister of Cardinalfleece and Poppylace. Eldest grandchild of Cinnamonstar. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Lesbian. || cowbird. ||
Poppypaw (Poppylace)- Rather haughty and sarcastic, Poppylace has generally been… less liked than her two sisters. And she is very aware of the reputation her personality has brought her in the clan and is far too stubborn to really do anything about it. In a small way… she has learned to like it. It isn't that Poppylace is overly mean- she is rather amicable with others when working and all but she does tend to let her less popular opinions slide free and her stunning appearance makes it hard to hide her self-perceived superiority. Poppylace is a sleek white she-cat with tortoiseshell patches and blazing green eyes- a similar shade to the one of her grandmother. Speaking of her, Poppy loves the old she-cat very much and strives to make her proud even if they live in different clans. || Daughter of Pineblade and Redthorn of Cloudclan. Sister of Russetpatch and Cardinalfleece. Granddaughter of Cinnamonstar. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Heterosexual- and the jealous type. || cowbird. ||
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Post by cowbird on Jul 18, 2022 8:13:37 GMT -5
(Remember when Pastellight made the joke about Redinferno having six daughters? I kinda made outlines for them Goldenstar xD) (Im doing too much I know they wont even be born for seasons but)\ Redinferno’s Six Daughters Blizzardstep- mottled brown and white she-cat, green eyes. Eldest of the daughters. Flamebird- fiery, dark orange she-cat with ice-blue eyes. Very close to her father and his favorite (secretly ofc.) Burnedlash- graceful and lean pale cream she-cat with a brown face and ears; green eyes Flashfang- white based Inker with dark ginger and brown markings twisted about on her fur like a pattern. Has yellow eyes. Twin to Flareclaw. Lesbian. Flareclaw- white based Inker with pale yellow markings twisted about on her pelt like an odd pattern and green eyes. Twin to Flashfang. Heterosexual. Blazeheart- dark ginger, pale gray and white Inker. Green-yellow eyes. Youngest daughter and rebellious, just like her father. Often but heads with both him and her paternal aunt, Emberpool.
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Post by Goldenstar on Mar 2, 2023 4:58:29 GMT -5
Hella Overdue Updated Reply
(gonna involve literally everyone...) --- Nursery
(throw in another cat to be a queen by the Brotherhood if you like!) A tragic scene lay amongst the winter-dead fields as rain pounded down across the land in sheets of cold, bitter silver. Ink Manor, once so filled with life and laughter, looked like a haunted house with only woe and ghosts inside. But there was noise, a constant noise, a deafening noise: one of hungry kits squalling for food and the desperate whispers of mothers who had nothing to feed them. Inside the loveless walls of the once-great mansion, skinny warriors lay in the ruins of old furniture, many of them too tired and weak to move. Without the previously established, constant, meticulous upkeep of the building's structure, a section of roof had rotted out and now water from the storm poured into the house and caused the malnourished cats to be bitterly cold and wet- a combination many of them couldn't afford to find. The leafbare had been brutal- and had brought an incredible number of kits to the manor's decaying nursery. Windseeker, Willowwood, Snowphoenix, Cindercrown, and Tigress had all given birth within days of each-other. And of course, the tragedy of what happened with Lolly. She had come to the nursery late into her carry but sadly, all the little kits were born early and without heartbeats. She had never listed a father, but many assumed it was Yarrowpaw. He never confirmed or denied it. Eventually the clan stopped asking. Now, Windseeker's smallest son- a marbled cream kit- screamed from hunger pains in his belly. Of the skeletal clan, the queens looked the best off... and even then that wasn't a shade over starving. Windseeker leaned down, her hazel-gray eyes dull as she rasped her dry tongue over the kitten's head. "Shhh, please darling..." "I'm so hungry!" the baby wailed. "Mother, isn't there any milk?..." "I'm completely dry, Cloudkit," she sighed, tears forming in her eyes. "Phin? What about you?" "Dry," replied the once ferocious warrior from where she was coiled around her bony kittens. Snowphoenix had given birth to seven kits. Cold had taken three of them. Then starvation took two more. Now, only two of them were still clinging to life by the skin of their teeth and the willpower of their mother. "I've been chewing bark and marrow into pulp to feed Halfkit and Larkkit." "These bones are dry," Willowwood sighed as she picked through a pile of dehydrated, brittle bird wings. "The hunting patrol must come back with something." "There is nothing," Cindercrown nearly sobbed. "The Brotherhood has stripped the fields bare... none of them have the strength to go any further to hunt and the kittypets all fear them too much to help." "One of us could go?" Windseeker said desperately. "An Inker? They know us! They'd give us some of their dry pellet food..." "Yellowwasp won't let us leave, you know that. She hasn't let Inkclaners leave the manor since Pastellight escaped." "Stella," Willowwood said dreamily as she picked a dusty bone from their scrap pile and began to chew it painfully to create a pulp for her hungry kits. "I wonder if she made it..."
Elder's Den
"Easy now, easy... Easy..." Heavymoss, the once-giant soft-hearted warrior, gently massaged his mother's throat to force her to swallow some moss he'd been soaking in berry juice. Squirreltrill groaned thankfully and gulped down the liquid, her stomach rumbling as she nursed the scarce nutrients from the pulp her son had been feeding her for moons. Across from them, a very sickly looking Yarrowpaw was giving the same filmy drink to Astergrove. The elders had been grieving for days. Jaggedbriar still had mud on his paws from burying Fidgettwig- the kindly elderly molly who had just wasted away from lack of food and proper water. Lolly, who had marginally less spirit since losing her litter, was gently tending to a sore on Jaggedbriar's flank. "The hunters will be back soon with food. They've been gone since yesterday," she told the elders hopefully. Squirreltrill blinked slowly. "Save some... poultice for F-Fidget," she whispered and Heavymoss furrowed his eyebrows. "Fidgettwig died, mom. Remember? You, Astergrove, Jaggedbriar, Yarrow, and Lolly buried her a few days ago... out by the well. Remember? We picked those little while flowers from the field for her grave." "Fidget's dead?" murmured the senile old she-cat and her son nodded. At this, Squirreltrill broke into uncontrollable sobs and covered her face with her paws. Her son comforted her with gentle strokes as Yarrowpaw coughed into his thin tail-fur. "Drink some water, Astergrove... it'll help the pulp go down. It'll give you what you need until the hunters come back." "The last patrol brought back three scrawny mice and a half-decayed pigeon carcass," Heavymoss groaned as he sunk into the filthy nest behind his mother. "What will this one find? Some nice juicy twigs?" "We have to stay hopeful," Lolly whispered and Yarrowpaw lowered his voice as well. "Remember my visions? About the manor filling with ink and blood?" Of course, the medicine cat apprentice had shared this with Lolly and the elders only. Heavymoss gave a small nod. "You said you think it means the clan is coming back?" "I know it means that," he told them softly. "Please, don't lose faith. Keep with the pulps and twigs and berries... it's almost over. I know it is."
Warriors "Yellowwasp! I have to speak to you!" Icedragon came limping into camp with Blackwood and Deerfreckle right behind her. A few thin warriors, even skeletal looking Brotherhood members, lifted their heads and Yellowwasp looked down at the she-cat from atop the counter.
"Yes, what is it, Icedragon?"
"The hunters just reported from their quest. They've been looking since yesterday morning," replied the soaking wet she-cat. "There is nothing in the territory left to eat."
The leader's pupils sharpened as the hunting party- which consisted of Leech, Killian, Tamberine, and two of Tigress' sons- Tanner and Talon- came up behind the three Inkclan cats. They dipped their heads to their leadership as Oriole and Tigress surfaced to see what the commotion was about.
"She's telling the truth, Yellowwasp. We even trailed along the fences to ask to the kittypets for yard mice or pet food. They wouldn't come to us," Tanner told the yellow and gray molly- who promptly looked away in frustration.
"So we'll expand our search parties. Go out further from the territory to hunt."
"How much farther can we go?" Icedragon lashed her tail. "Please, just let the Inkclan cats search the lands. They know it better than the Brotherhood and can look in places they might not be able to find much in..."
"No! No Inkclan cats leave the manor."
"We will all die, Yellowwasp! The clan is starving," Talon growled. "You must do something. Even your own apprentice-aged kits are sickly and holed up in the medicine cat's quarters. We need more food and herbs for healing..."
"He's right! This isn't what you promised us!"
"We're miserable here!"
"You have to do something!"
"Silence!" Yellowwasp screeched as she pushed to her paws and the voices quieted down. "We will leave the manor and venture to a new territory."
"W-What?" Icedragon took a step back in shock. "In the last tendrils of leafbare? The clan is too weak!"
"Where will we go?" Blackwood muttered. "There's hardly any land worth nesting down in for miles..."
"Golden Park," Oriole growled with malice glittering in his eyes. "It was never the goal to stay here after all. In two day's time, we will leave this pathetic mansion to rot... and take over the most bountiful territory this side of the Blue Mountains. Vengeance will be mine, and we will never be hungry again!"
As the Brotherhood howled in approval, Icedragon gave Blackwood and Deerfreckle an incredibly horrified look. Half of what remained of Inkclan wasn't strong enough to make it to Golden Park- let alone fight them for their territory. This was a suicide mission.
They were doomed.
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Post by Goldenstar on Mar 2, 2023 4:59:16 GMT -5
~Tumblekit(Tumblecloud)- female. || kit of Willowwood and Con- a Brotherhood member. || Goldenstar. ||
~Halfkit(Halfshell)- female. || kit of Snowphoenix and Killian- a Brotherhood member. || Goldenstar. ||
~Larkit(Larkgale)- female. || kit of Snowphoenix and Killian- a Brotherhood member. || Goldenstar. ||
~Cloudkit(Cloudbluff)- tom. || Kit of Windseeker and Ego- a Brotherhood member. || Goldenstar. ||
~Boulderkit(Boulderspots)- tom. || Kit of Windseeker and Ego- a Brotherhood member. || Goldenstar. ||
~Rainkit(Rainspirit)- she-cat. || Kit of Windseeker and Ego- a Brotherhood member. || Goldenstar. ||
~Stemkit(Stemsway)- tom. || Kit of Cindercrown and Zorro- a Brotherhood member. || Goldenstar. ||
~Rootkit(Rootberry)- tom. || Kit of Cindercrown and Zorro- a Brotherhood member. || Goldenstar. ||
~Petalkit(Petaldusk)- she-cat || Kit of Cindercrown and Zorro- a Brotherhood member. || Goldenstar. ||
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Post by cowbird on Mar 6, 2023 23:34:02 GMT -5
(honestly i dont even know what to add here.)
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Post by cowbird on Mar 6, 2023 23:34:29 GMT -5
(Halfshell and Rainspirit sound gorgeous thoughhh)
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Post by cowbird on Mar 6, 2023 23:58:10 GMT -5
Astergrove barely moved though as the warrior spoke to her. The ancient she-cat had done little of anything since burying her denmate, Fidgetwig. She had known the cat since they were a kit themselves. Burying a cat you watched grow up was more than traumatizing, but the amount of death and decay Astergrove had witnessed since the takeover had dullened the once ferocious warrior's own sense of emotional connection. That and the rampant hunger running through their territory. The arrival of Yarrowpaw nearly didnt register to the ailing she-cat until the young tom began to speak about his recurring dream. The Manor full of ink and blood... it could mean a lot more than a return of our Clanmates, the old cat thought darkly.
Furze, as she always did, kept away from the InkClan queens. They had joined her and while some, such as Windseeker, tried to be kind to her, the haughty gray queen refused accept the offer of peace- as far as she knew they werent here to make friends with conquered locals.
Yet as leafbare whipped through the lands that they occupied and the nursery shelter slowly began to wittle away, the sharp-tongued queen began to regret being so offhand with the newcomers. Her three kits were much older than theirs but hunger and cold stunted their growth and Furze lost count of how many small ribs she could see as they all attempted to curl at her belly and flank as if newborns again. While her two older ones, despite the lack of nutrients showed promising signs of surviving the harsh winter, it was her youngest she really fretted for. Fluff she named him for his abundance of soft flowly gray fur much like her's in shade. Yet that gorgeous pelt was drab and thin now, lying flat against the small tom's barely rising flanks. Furze leaned down, pushing away her panic desperately as she rubbed her muzzle against the kit's cold fur. She refused to let the other she-cats know her own story and worries were no different then them- even if she knew that they could barely keep their own litters alive let alone have time to pay attention to Furze's. Live! Survive, my little son! she willed silently, rubbing as best she could with cracked and hardened paws.
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Post by cowbird on Mar 24, 2023 8:00:13 GMT -5
Emberpool/Logfur Soon to Arrive kits
Eveningkit (Eveningbird)- traditional Inker. Pale silvery base fur with black and dark brown inking that marks its way in swirls on her legs and tail and uneven splotches on her back, flank and shoulders. It covers her ears and top of her face as well and stops just before her eyes- where the silver takes over from there to her muzzle to the chest and half of her underbelly. She has distinct fiery amber-orange eyes- the color of the setting sun. Eveningbird is a generally calm, slow moving cat who takes care in what she does and says as to not offend or cause a ruckus- and in a clan where almost everyone is pretty egos are pretty fragile so one must. That gentle facade though is quickly trampled the moment this small ball of fire is angered- even in the slightest. Definitely a sheep in wolves clothing this one- but really only if you make the mistake and trigger her. She’s a great conversationalist and is constantly curious whether it be about other cats or about anything around her and, when permitted some time off (and even when she isnt), she likes to take unplanned adventures to the outskirts of the Manor territory- who knows what interesting characters you can meet there? || Pansexual for sure. || Kit/Warrior. || Daughter of Logfur and Emberpool. Oldest sibling to Fringeleap and Mousefang. ||
Fringekit (Fringeleap)- very pale brown and white she-cat with yellow eyes. From her looks to her personality Fringeleap- or Fringy for short as her father nicknamed her- is quite like her mother. She is very determined and disciplined, training hard to be a great warrior. She is incredibly loyal and it will take a lot for Fringeleap to abandon someone in need- even though strangers dont do too well for her. She is closest among the sisters to her brother and the two can often be seen each with each other the most- since they are far less… eccentric compared to their sister. || Daughter of Emberpool and Logfur, sister to Eveningbird and Mousefang. || Heterosexual. ||
Mousekit (Mousefang)- The last of his litter, the biggest and the only tom, Emberpool had high expectations for the kitten the moment she laid eyes on him. This high level of perfection and function wouldnt do well for this young cat however and he would spend much of his kithood and apprenticeship desperate to get out from under his mother’s watchful gaze. Despite the overbearing nature he grew up in, Mousefang developed into a capable warrior, who’s reliance served InkClan well and became one of Falconstar and Joystar’s most reliable warriors to send on missions and guard the camp when they are gone. His dutiful, serious attitude made him a good friend to Tigerlash as well and the deputy took the younger tom under his wing to pass on all the skills he had learned in his position- confident that one day when the stars aligned he could take his place. Mousefang isnt very social however- his own anxiety from his mother’s pride and expectations made him form a shell around himself to keep others out and he is often restless and even quieter than usual when he finds himself actually relaxing with others who arent his best friends- aka really only Fringeleap. His shy and awkward nature granted him his name after all. Mousefang is a tall, slender black tom like many of pure InkClan blood with his father’s long fur, thick, plume like tail and long pale whiskers and nose. His eyes are a paler yellow too and his shoulders and muzzle are criss-crossed with scars from his hard training. || Warrior. || Son of Emberpool and Logfur. Brother to Eveningbird and Fringeleap. || Pansexual- prefers his partners to be calm and “manageable” like himself. ||
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Post by Goldenstar on Apr 12, 2023 19:25:53 GMT -5
Dawn was still an hour away when Joystar's aching paws stopped in familiar grass. She recoiled, eyes wide in disbelief. Truly, Pastellight hadn't been joking. The land was desolate. It was Newleaf! And yet... Hardly any of the land was green. The fields were so trodden from countless careless paws that the grass was matted and muddied against the once ever-rich soil. Her mouth fell open and tears rolled down her face.
"What have they done?..." she whispered in shock, her eyes wide. There were no tall stalks of cattails, no swaying wheat that was taller than their ear-tips. No mice scuttled in the grass, no birds sang. All around them, the lower parts of tree branches had been stripped of their tender tips. Many trunks were scraped clean of their bark, all the way to the white flesh underneath. Bushes were bare without new spring berries. And just inside their line of vision, eerily outlined in silver light, standing like a broken mountain- was the decrepit silhouette of the Manor.
Falconswoop snarled in anger and shook his mighty head. "They've destroyed everything."
"So we take it back!" Rubblefall snapped. "Let's go! Right now!"
"No, not like this! We need to stick to the plan," Joystar told her son as she wiped the tears from her face. She flicked her tail, motioning to the clan. "Half of you go east, half of you go west. Fan out, cover the entire perimeter of the Manor. Keep your heads down, ears pricked, and mouths open- the Brotherhood patrols all night and day. I heard Tawny telling one of the medicine cats about it. We can't be detected- it'll blow our cover."
"Is there enough of us to execute this properly?" Hazelglen asked nervously. "I'm a medicine cat... and over half our working force are apprentices. Or nearly apprentice-aged kits. What if they drive us out again?"
"We won't let that happen." Joystar nearly jumped out of her pelt as she whipped around and came face to face with a colossal tom with mismatched eyes.
"Tundrastar!"
The leader purred warmly as he dipped his head. "Not just me." He flicked his tail back and, much to Joystar's wonder, she realized he had an entire brigade of warriors and apprentices with him. He had brought both of his deputies- Stormlegend and Cinderfrost- Arcticthunder, Sandstrike, Avenbraid, Feralcreed, Foxslayer, Cedarrift, Quietstep, Moosepelt, Ravencall, Emberblade, Sunflower, Tangledvine, Pumpkinpaw, and Ashpaw.
"I brought as many cats as I could. How can we help?" he asked and Joystar shook her incredulously.
"How did you?..."
"Goldenclan cats all have medicine cat training, remember?" he told her with a small, sad smile. "Witheredleaf came to me in a dream a few hours ago and told me you all were on your way to take back the Manor. She asked us to help you. So here we are."
"Loyal old bird. Never was there a greater friend than her... I can't wait to tell Graysplash," Joystar purred with pesky tears forming again in her eyes. "Yes, the help is greatly appreciated. Can you split up your group? Half are going with me, half are going with Tigerlash. We're going to incircle the Manor then close in on it."
"We attack as a team, as a unit, at the same time. We'll knock down the Brotherhood defenses on the outside..."
"And the cats who remain will pour in to do the internal assault," Falconswoop finished with a twitch of his bobbed tail as he gave Rubblefall, who had been speaking, a nod. "The assault team is with me."
"You'll need my most aggressive warriors then," Tundrastar agreed as he scanned over who he had brought with him. "Avenbraid, Sandstrike, Foxslayer, Moosepelt, Tangledvine, Emberblade, and Pumpkinpaw- you will go with Falconswoop."
"Yes sir!"
"Stormlegend- you, Ace, Feralcreed, Quietstep, and Ashpaw will go with Joystar."
"Yes sir."
"Cinderfrost, you take Cedarrift, Ravencall, and Sunflower with Tigerlash. I'll join the cats on the internal attack." He turned to face Joystar with a slow, confident nod. "We can do this. Together." She smiled at him and lashed her tail.
"Everyone knows which way they're going?" When they all nodded, she took a deep breath. "Good, it's time. Break off... and let's get our home back."
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Post by Goldenstar on Apr 12, 2023 19:35:25 GMT -5
^Scarletlily- This medicine cat has to be level headed and calm- because if she wasn't she would probably lose her mind. As the second daughter of Joystar and Paintedstar, she holds a lot of attention from the rest of the clan while she would rather just be left alone to focus on her work. A gorgeous she-cat who gained the best qualities from both her parents, Scarletlily is a traditional Inker with a white base pelt and red, dark orange, and pale yellow Inking. She has a thin, wedged face, large Inkclan ears, and large bright yellow eyes. As Inkclan 'royalty', the clan usually fawns over her and tries to treat her as a fragile porcelain doll. When in reality- she's a cat who would get her paws dirty without a second thought, whether it be treating a nasty wound- or helping deliver a mother's kits. She was a lot angrier as an apprentice, as she was sick of how the clan sees her. However, with the help and patient training from her old mentor Islandfawn, Scarletlily has learned how to manage her anger and act with rationale- for the most part. She still has a tendency to snap if someone pushes her too far. She is incredibly close with her mother and is the only one who knows of Joystar's depression, as she usually helps her mother treat it. That being said- She holds a certain resentment towards her father and isn't very close with him. She respects him as a leader and loves him as a father, but she has a very hard time liking him. || Second Medicine Cat. || Daughter of Paintedstar and Joystar. Sister to Monarchdream, Rubblefall, Gravehail, Pastellight, Dusttalon, Blazestreak, and Yarrowseed. || Lesbian || Rowansky. ||
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Post by cowbird on Apr 13, 2023 3:11:25 GMT -5
(Soooo excited to reply to this!)
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Post by cowbird on Apr 13, 2023 17:40:41 GMT -5
Tigerlash nodded briskly and at his leader's command he made quick way through the harsh, barren land he had come from, doing his best to keep a growl from forcing its way out of him. Fury at the mistreat of the land burned in the young warrior's paws but he knew he couldnt lose his cool- at least not here, right now. He would never sabotage his clan like that or embarrass Joystar. As he kept his patrol to the outskirts of the territory, creeping silently and swiftly through the little undergrowth and tall grass there was, he spared a side glance at the GoldenClan cats running beside him. They were sleek and though a little thin still, it was clear their leafbare hadnt dampened any of their spirit and newleaf found them strong and well. Unlike the ones we left behind...
He knew Cinderfrost well enough- the GoldenClan deputy was a kind face when Tigerlash first was made his equal and even now as he ran into danger for a clan that wasnt his, his calm and determined demeanor was rather at odds with the wave of red-hot energy and anger that swallowed up the returning InkClan cats. He looked to his right where Sunflower dashed beside him. She was a newer warrior he recalled. "Im assuming you have no experience fighting in a place like the Manor?" he meowed, a little loud as they kept the steady pace he set.
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Post by cowbird on Apr 14, 2023 7:07:32 GMT -5
Firepaw (Fireglow)- “This is the main reason I didnt want him joining the Bonds!” Emberpool’s rage against the Breeding Bonds didnt die off even after her brother’s majestic return with three young sons trailing after him. Sure he was doing his duty… but why did he have to make a carbon copy of himself in the process? Said copy is referring to none other than Fireglow. Eldest of the three sons born to Redinferno and Kestrelberry of CloudClan during the leaf-fall of the Breeding Bonds, Fireglow began to replicate his father’s mannerism before he even opened his eyes. The lip curl, lavish tail lash, the slanted, teasing eyes and the white-hot anger that they could inhabit when wronged, it was unnerving- to even his father- on how much he acted like him. It was to the frowns of many when he took his father’s scathing tongue and but to balance that all out, Fireglow is a fierce, ambitious and dedicated tom who never takes no for an answer when it comes to jobs being done. You wanna fight? He’ll be the best fighter. You wanna hunt in the thorns and thistle? He’ll gladly leave his pelt behind. Wanna swim across countles- ok, well you get the point. As rough and edged as his exterior is, Fireglow is a family man to the core. He absolutely adores his father and since he was never very close to his mother anyways, felt at ease leaving for and serving at the Manor. He loves her though and when his own blazing personality doesn't clash with her, they have a pretty good time together. Fireglow is protective of his younger brothers but tries his best to not seem overbearing- though he takes after his aunt, Emberpool with his inability to NOT say anything. Fireglow’s passion extends even to his love life and once he finds someone his heart falls for? No matter where they are and what he has to do… they’ll be together. Fireglow is a gorgeous tom, looking the most like his father with a white-based Traditional Inker and bright dark red, bright orange and faint yellow all over him and sharp green eyes. He is the shortest of his littermates but is slender and has varying lengths of fur from thick and fluffy on his tail to short and thin on his shoulders and legs. His face is a myriad of colors and patterns with his upper right side being an angry red but his ears being more docile versions of orange and yellow. || Son of Redinferno and Kestrelberry of Cloudclan. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Littermate to Sunheart and Burningquill. Older brother to his six younger half-sisters. || Gay- oh so, so, so gay. His father’s son through and through. ||cowbird. || Sunpaw (Sunheart)- Many feel bad for the poor thing when he was seemingly placed in a family of lightning bolts from the get-go. But Sunheart is quick to wave away the concern- his messy family is his lifeline and there is nothing he would do to change it. He is very family centric, very adamant that they spend as much time with each other especially after the battle at the Manor caused so much damage and decay. He isnt shy or reserved, but simply much calmer than his older brother and father. He has a special bond with Burningquill and often frets over him- as the baby brother its his job no? Sunheart isnt as flashy as Fireglow, just being a solid color like his proud aunt, Emberpool. He’s a bright ginger tom with darker legs and ears with pale yellow eyes. He is long-legged and his large pointy ears make him seem even more intimidating until he opens his mouth and the most melodic tones come out. || Son of Redinferno and Kestrelberry of Cloudclan. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Littermate to Burningquill and Fireglow. Older brother to his six younger half-sisters. || Bisexual- his gentle demeanor attracts both toms and she-cats so why not? || cowbird. || ...
Russetpaw (Russetpatch)- dark, reddish-brown she-cat with yellow eyes. Russetpatch has been a rough and tumble sort of kitty since she was a kitten in the CloudClan nursery. She loves the rush of energy in her veins when she practices battle moves or when she’s running free in the rafters of the Manors or the Twoleg place near InkClan territory. She lives for the gentle breeze of the morning where she can keep herself fit and constantly ready and loves the still heat of greenleaf- the prey runs so well! Despite her tough exterior, Russetpatch is a very social and likable cat who’s raspy tones can be heard echoing morning and night with happiness and earnestness to make everyone around her. She is very close to her mother’s side of the family and adores her grandmother Cinnamonstar and while she understands her duties and loyalty lies to InkClan, she will always feel a secret tug to the home she was born in. || Daughter of Pineblade and Redthorn of Cloudclan. Sister of Cardinalfleece and Poppylace. Eldest grandchild of Cinnamonstar. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Lesbian. || cowbird. ||
Poppypaw (Poppylace)- Rather haughty and sarcastic, Poppylace has generally been… less liked than her two sisters. And she is very aware of the reputation her personality has brought her in the clan and is far too stubborn to really do anything about it. In a small way… she has learned to like it. It isn't that Poppylace is overly mean- she is rather amicable with others when working and all but she does tend to let her less popular opinions slide free and her stunning appearance makes it hard to hide her self-perceived superiority. Poppylace is a sleek white she-cat with tortoiseshell patches and blazing green eyes- a similar shade to the one of her grandmother. Speaking of her, Poppy loves the old she-cat very much and strives to make her proud even if they live in different clans. || Daughter of Pineblade and Redthorn of Cloudclan. Sister of Russetpatch and Cardinalfleece. Granddaughter of Cinnamonstar. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Heterosexual- and the jealous type. || cowbird. ||
to add to tge front page my love xoxo))
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Post by cowbird on Apr 21, 2023 8:38:34 GMT -5
Roosterkit (Roostercry)- dark ginger and black tom with strong green eyes, like his father. || cowbird.|| Son of Tigerlash and Turquoisegem.
Sapkit (Sapleaf)- rich, oak-brown she-cat with vibrant green eyes. ||cowbird.|| Daughter of Tigerlash and Turquoisegem
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 16, 2023 21:55:01 GMT -5
(Yeet! Figured I'd just throw us in here.)
The pre-dawn broke to the sounds of war cries.
Yellowwasp got to her paws so fast that she was dizzy by the time she stood. In the dark, soggy manor- it was nearly impossible to see. She slid out of the den just as a familiar screech echoed around her. "What is going?..."
"We're under attack!" Tigress screamed as a small army of cats poured into the manor. Not just from the front entrance- but from every hole they knew.
Yellowwasp was taken off her feet instantly and recognized the smell of Joystar as the she-cats went barreling across the kitchen floor.
"They're here! They're here!" Heavymoss cried in happiness as he ran back into the elder's den. He nudged Lolly and Yarrowpaw awake. "Hurry! We need every cat we can get. Come help us fight!"
"Mother's here?" the medicine cat cried as he roused from his nest. No more did he and Heavymoss make it toward the entrance did a familiar, eerie silhouette appear in the doorway. Lolly squeaked and buried herself behind Squirreltrill as Killian took a few calculated steps into the elder's den.
"Where do you traitors think you're going?" he growled as he unsheathed his claws. Heavymoss did the same and Yarrowpaw bared his fangs. "Did you forget the Brotherhood is fifty strong? What will your puny clanmates do?"
"The Brotherhood is weak and starving, Killian," Yarrowpaw snapped. "The Inkclan main group has been well fed and rested all winter. What chances do you think you have?"
"Why you little disrespectful..."
"Hey! That's my brother you're talking about!" Killian howled in pain when he was attacked from the back by Rubblefall. As the two toms quarreled, Zinnialea popped her head into the den and smiled at her clanmates.
"Y'all alright?" she purred as she peered behind her. "Can you handle that idiot? I've got some scratchin' to do!" And with that, she turned out of the doorway and joined back into the fray.
Outside, the group that had encircled the manor had managed to do an entire world of damage. Redthorn and Pineblade were fighting side by side like they had the power of stars in their claws. Tundrastar had circled back out and was facing off with his old nemesis- Oriole. All around, members of the Brotherhood were being beaten back into the scarce bushes and any member of Inkclan who had been trapped under Yellowwasp's paws had revolted and were battling with all their might. Blazestreak and Dusttalon were guarding the entrance, swiping down any foe who got to close.
"You've grown since I saw you boys last!" called Icedragon and the toms dipped their heads to her as she sent a Brotherhood member skirting off with half of his pelt in her teeth. "And stay out you vermin!"
"It is done, Oriole!" Tundrastar snarled as he slung the tom away from him by his scruff. The leader was pouring blood from a cut across his nose but he still held his head high. The former Goldenclan tom tried to get to his paws and saw he was surrounded by his previous clanmates- including all the deputies. "Let it die. You've lost."
"I'll... n-never give up," Oriole gasped. He realized in a moment of dread how weak and hungry he was. He looked around him at all of these muscular, able-bodied warriors and felt a sense of humiliation seeping in. He bared his fangs. "All I ever wanted was a safe place for my family."
"You had a home with us," Stormlegend snarled. "You gave it up for a she-cat who attacked a pregnant queen."
"Toms do crazy things for she-cats we love. Isn't that true, Sandstrike?" when Oriole's eyes fell on the Goldenclan tom, the warrior froze. He bared his fangs.
"Leave me out of this."
"What is he talking about?" Stormlegend pried as she gave her fellow warrior a suspicious look. "Sandstrike?"
"Oh what's this? You didn't tell them?" when Sandstrike's eyes grew wide, Oriole let out a guttural laugh. "Ha! Oh, Tundrastar... Tundrastar, you fool. You think you're so safe inside your nice, neat little playground, huh? When you've had a snake under your roof the entire time."
Tundrastar turned to face his warrior, his miscolored eyes filled with shock. "Sandstrike?"
When the tom said nothing, Oriole laughed out loud again. "A coward and a traitor! At least I was tall enough to own what was mine." Oriole winked his one good eye at the tom. "Sandstrike is the father of Yellowwasp's kits. He was going to help us lead a raid on Golden Park so we could rule it all. He even told us all the ways to get around your patrols and which kitty pet friends of yours would rat you out."
Stormlegend howled in anger and leaped at Sandstrike, raking her claws down his spine. "You traitor!"
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Post by cowbird on Jun 16, 2023 23:24:52 GMT -5
The Manor had been shook with the sound of claws and teeth meeting flesh, bodies crashing into old furniture and screeches of fury, pain and desperation before the sun’s earliest rays had even made it up the sky. For miles around, the forest and closest twoleg settlements could here the distant but persistent roar of fighting felines, sending the land in a frenzy unlike ever heard before.
The assault team had made quick work of the weak and starving cats who had infiltrated the Manor all those seasons ago. Emberpool had let her frustrations and anger at the waiting she had done back in the Valley flow out and flashed her claws at every foreign scented cat she could reach, her eyes blazing with the light of battle, her muscles taut with strength. Just then, a pair of powerful paws grabbed her shoulder and yanked her to the ground. Screeching in shock, Emberpool hit the hard floor with a heavy thud and for a heartbeat she felt like, was stunned in place. Before she could even get her bearings, her attacker bore down on her, ragged claws slashing at her thin pelt and chest. Emberpool lashed out wildly, her hindquarters wriggling desperately to get away but the cat, a tom, held stronger. With a thunderous slam to the face, Emberpool fell limp, pain slicing through her face like water in moss. She lay there, defeated as the tom drew closer to her, his breath stinking and his gray tabby face twisted in disgusting delight. “Not so great now, Inky warrior?” he sneered, his brown eyes glittering maliciously. “You make drive us out today, but we will be back and i’ll make sure you precious clan is one less pest of a warrior down when we do.” Fear seized Emberpool- he was really going to kill her. This is what fighting for her home cost.
Her life.
A piercing cry erupted from behind her aggressor’s bulk and the sneer on his face dropped a frozen look and suddenly his crushing weight was lifted. “I think its best you be moving on, Slice.” Emberpool struggled to her paws, the pain in her face making her head heavy but she forced herself to get into a crouch- before freezing at the scene before her.
A young she-cat, no older than the Bond Kits, was crouched, snarling at the tom- Slice apparently. “You think killing one will make us any less defeated? How about you take the chance to escape with your life and live another day?”
Slice hissed, his muscles bunching to leap. Emberpool held her breath. Slice was a bigger cat and if he could bring her down, the pretty little thing would get one claw on her shoulder and be out. Run! She willed the newcomer.
Yet he young she-cat seemed even more unphased then before. She blinked once and, with speed faster than a snake striking, she shot forward, her jaws open wide to reveal deadly fangs and connected them with a sickening sound to Slice’s shoulder. The gray tabby tom howled in pain and shock and crumpled to the ground. The smaller cat took her chances and flung herself on top of him, her hind paws ripping at his spine until he screamed for mercy. As he struggled free of her fierce grasp, he stumbled across to the run down wall nearby, his blood splattering on the wooden floor. “L-L-Leech,” he rasped, his brown eyes glaring furiously at the smaller cat. “Leech will hear about this.” He hissed weakly again and disappeared over the rocks and debris.
Emberpool sat there, jaw agape at the lightning fast display of skill and power as the young she-cat turned her yellow eyes towards her. At first, the InkClan warrior drew back, her claws already scraping the floor again. Just because she saved her from an untimely demise didnt exactly mean she was going to be suddenly friendly with Emberpool.
The newcomer noticed the apprehension in a heartbeat. “Oh- no. Sorry, I didnt mean to scare,” she meowed, shaking the blood from her jaws and letting her raised spine relax. It was then Emberpool noticed how she even looked. She rather skinny- as most of the cats here- but under the dull, emaciated form was a golden pelt with cream mottles on it, covering her back and flank mostly. She tilted her head, as if examining Emberpool as well. “You got pretty beat up here. My name’s Oat by the way. Lets get you to Yarrowpaw.”
“Remember dont take on any cat bigger than you!” Redinferno yowled over his shoulder to his three sons who were all charging behind him. Then… preceded to disregard his own advice as he flung himself at a massive tom, raking the tom’s muzzle with all the strength of LionClan.
Outside, the weak defense was all but ruined. InkClan warriors prowled dangerously, hissing and clawing any defiant injured members of the Brotherhood. Myrtlepaw has snuck away from where her mentor, Grasslight, had crouched, peering at the horizon where several of the Brotherhood had fled to. Yes, she often did what she was told and all, but this was her first battle and it seemed as if any of the drama didnt seem to be over just quite yet. For just a few rabbit hops she could see Tundrastar, his towering figure over the beaten black and orange pelt of Oriole. Yet all eyes werent on him and Myrtlepaw couldnt help but gasp in shock as a gray she-cat launched herself at a frigid tom with a hideous screech. On her other side, the gigantic form of Cinderfrost appears and the two cats pin the frigid tom down.
“Traitor!” she heard Cinderfrost. The great warrior lifted his broad head to his leader, who still seemed shocked to his core, his muzzle wet with the blood of many wounds. “What should we do about him, Tundrastar?”
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 17, 2023 0:16:11 GMT -5
(I can't wait to reply to this I'm foaming at the mouth.. lol)
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 17, 2023 1:58:13 GMT -5
~Cheetahkit(Cheetahlash)- tom. || Yellowwasp and Sandstrike's son. Brother to Cinderfern and Sparkspot. || Goldenstar. || ~Cinderkit(Cinderfern)- she-cat. || Yellowwasp and Sandstrike's daughter. Sister to Cheetahlash and Sparkspot. || Goldenstar. || ~Sparkkit(Sparkpool)- she-cat. || Yellowwasp and Sandstrike's daughter. Sister to Cheetahlash and Cinderfern. || Goldenstar. ||
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 17, 2023 2:07:46 GMT -5
During the fight, the Bond apprentices had found their battle paws rather quickly and were holding their own. Leech, the co-leader of the Brotherhood, was battered and bloody with his back pressed against the rear side of the Manor. He had been surrounded entirely by apprentices. Cardinalpaw stood shoulder to shoulder with her sisters, her fangs bared. Baypaw and Marigoldpaw stood back to back and all of Graythorn and Hazelglen's kits were watching him with unblinking eyes. Graythorn stood behind them, the fur along his shoulders fluffed to twice its normal size.
"Don't test me, scum," he snarled. "You just sit right here and wait. Joystar will decide what happens to you."
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"Oat! Are you alright?" Lolly asked as her friend limped into elder's den with Emberpool leaning on her. Yarrowpaw was on his feet in an instant and was checking on Emberpool instantly. Hidden inside the bathtub, Squirreltrill lifted her head when she saw another cat enter the elder's den.
"Who is it?"
"Just Emberpool and Oat," the medicine cat replied as he began treating the Inkclan warrior. "Stars, it's good to see you," he told his clanmate as he began to path her wounds. "How's it going out there?"
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"He's not our problem anymore," Tundrastar spat as his deputies pinned the traitorous warrior down. Sandstrike opened his mouth to defend himself and Stormlegend pressed down on his skull until his jaw clamped shut. "We'll take him to Joystar. She's the one he owes the apology to."
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"It's over!" Joystar snarled as she leaped up onto the Hightop. As she did, much to her absolute delight, she saw her clanmates - both the ones who had been with her in the Valley and those who had been left behind- starting to gather. Pollenpaw was dragging a scrawny she-cat under him and Yellowwasp, who was laying beaten and bruised under the leader's den, gasped and tried to scramble to her feet.
"Cinderpaw! Please don't hurt her!"
"He won't. He's not a monster like you," Joystar snarled. "You, the Brotherhood, and all your allies are hereby banned from the Manor and its connecting lands. If a member of Inkclan sees you anywhere near our territory- you will be hunted and slaughtered on sight."
Yowls of approval came from the Inkclan crowd and Joystar flicked her tail for silence. "You will be escorted to the town and there you will stay." She turned her head to see Falconswoop standing with his paw on Killian's back. "Falconswoop, construct a party and round up the Brotherhood. Remove them from the manor."
"All of them?" this was a small voice. It was Deerfreckle- Blackwood, Pineblade, and Oakstomp's mother. "Some of them don't deserve to go!"
"What?" Racooncoat looked bewildered. "What kind of nonsense is that?"
"I vouch for Oat!" this was Blackwood who called. "If she wishes to stay- we should welcome her."
"And Lolly," Icedragon agreed.
A few murmurs spread through the clan and Joystar looked down at her mate with a conflicted look on her face. "Any cats from the Brotherhood who wish to join Inkclan may come forward now. You will be trialed in front of your peers and, if you decide to stay, you must adapt to Inkclan ways of life." She measured her next words carefully. "Any acts of treason or reasons of suspicion will end in exile."
A murmur of agreement spread once more and Icedragon surged forward and pinned down Yellowwasp- who was trying to creep over toward Pollenpaw to take her daughter from underneath him. Joystar blinked at the warrior thankfully. She cleared her throat.
"Come forward now."
Cries of shock echoed when the first Brotherhood cat to come forward was one of Oriole's own sons. Phantom. He dipped his head toward the leader.
"I humbly request to join Inkclan, Joystar. I will train under your mentors, adopt your clan names, and learn your code. I have turned my back on the ways of malice from my father and I long for a family that is built on trust- not fear."
Joystar flicked an ear. "Who of my Inkclan cats can vouch for this tom's character?"
"I can," Windseeker called. "When Snowphoenix lost her kits, he helped bury them and he picked the prettiest flowers for their graves. He's a tender heart. He truly us."
"Tigerlash? Falconswoop? You are my deputies. What say you?"
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Post by cowbird on Jun 17, 2023 8:12:36 GMT -5
The circle of Bond apprentices only grew bigger after Graythorn’s vicious warning to the wounded tom. Thawpaw, not even half the size of the cat before her, was spitting insults furiously, her spine arched in fury. Beside Cardinalpaw, Poppypaw lashed her tail, her paws itching to keep on fighting Stempaw crouched in front of her, his eyes narrowed sharply as he followed every twitch that the captured enemy leader made.
There was a high pitched scoff at Graythorn’s words. “Wait for Joystar? We have half the mind to rid all the forests of the world of this piece of foxdung once and for all right now,” came the threatening growl of Firepaw, the eldest son of Redinferno and easily the more aggressive of his brothers. Yet even he reluctantly paused when Joystar leaped onto the Hightop.
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Oat gently helped Emberpool lower herself to the floor and the warrior winced as her legs and shoulders felt tight with pain. The scent of blood and old bedding struck her fast, but the shock was nothing compared to the joy she felt as Yarrowpaw strode to her quickly. He was skinny like the rest of them- even skinnier it seemed- but it seemed like the prospect of InkClan finally coming home revived some light in him and while his body was weak, his soul was firm with strength and conviction.
“It’s good to see you too,” Emberpool rasped, her jaw aching as she moved her facial muscles. “This vagabond really did a number one me here,” she mewed, indicating to the wound on her face. A little way off, Oat leaned against Lolly, a sudden exhaustion overtaking her. “I’ve never seen so much bloodshed… and frankly I never want to again,” she murmured, her yellow eyes staring absently at the bathtub where the elder’s hid. “How are the old-timers?” she was beginning to ask when an unfamiliar but commanding yowl sounded from outside the room. A grizzled, graying head popped up from the bathtub immediately and the cat’s eyes, who Oat had never seen anything but hunger and a deep sadness, was shining with hope
“Its Joystar!” came the rattling mew of Tanglereed and the old cat reached a trembling paw to Squirreltrill who was crouched warily beside him. “We’ve won, my friend! Our clan has come home.”
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Cinderfrost nodded curtly and with Stormlegend, hauled the traitorous cat to his paws roughly and they pushed up the stairs to the inside of the Manor. Myrtlefrost (I thought she was still an apprentice nnn) watched them go with a shudder. Joystar was a fair, levelheaded cat- its what made her decisions respected even when half the clan didnt exactly want them or disagreed. Yet as the Brotherhood cats still lay wounded or trapped behind her and the countless that still were inside her childhood home still remained, the young warrior wondered just how far Joystar’s everlasting patience would go.
Cinderfrost and Stormlegend squeezed their former Clanmate into the door frame, and found that some sort of trial was already behind held. At the farthest corner, the familiar fur of Leech made the giant GoldenClan deputy snarl lowly, but satisfaction soon followed when he saw the fearsome tom cowered at the paws of a sea of young cats. A thin gray, red and deep crimson Inked warrior stood over the battered pelt of a writhing she-cat. She looked vaguely familiar, but Cinderfrost didnt have the time to figure out who she was for up ahead, standing tall, shoulders wide and head held up with dignity and authority Cinderfrost hadnt seen from her in a long, long time, was Joystar. The rays of dawn were finally showing over the trees ever so slightly, but the light was strong enough to faintly outline the majestic she-cat. Her shadow cast a faint, but long reach over the cats beneath her and, as if a trick of the light, the shadow grew stronger and reached further, until it lapped at Cinderfrost’s paws.
Peace has come in the shadows to the Manor at last. Long reign Joystar! A quiet yet triumphant voice echoed in the bewildered deputy’s head and with some sort of breeze, it faded away.
Beneath the Hightop, a few more cats were beginning to join Phantom in the trial to be accepted at the Manor despite their roots with the Brotherhood. Oat padded softly from the elder’s den, brushing her flank against Deerfreckle’s gratefully as she made her way to where Phantom stood. She looked up briefly to the powerful she-cat- the rightful leader of the Manor- and sought whatever feeling she held in the depths of her intense eyes, but there was nothing but a steely resolve to protect her clan and take back her land. Oat felt apprehensive- maybe she would never be able to feel at home here if Joystar never fully learned to trust her, and who knew how all the cats that were with her feel?
Yet she was here now. There was no turning back- not when she had the support of some of the warriors. I have to make their voices count. They believe in me and I cant let them down now, can I? She bent her head respectfully to the Clan leader and the formidable deputies at the base of the Hightop. “I too would like to join InkClan. I have no home with the Brotherhood and want no part in the legacy or blood and dishonor that my parents have unleashed here.” She looked back where Leech were cornered. His eyes were hidden from view, but Oat was sure her father heard her. At least he’d know soon enough. “I am willing to fully learn your ways and prove myself as a loyal member of this Clan.”
Tigerlash frowned as the two younger cats stood clear faced and calmly before Joystar. His heart was screaming at him to reject them- the clan didnt need any attachment to the scum that had taken their home. He cast a dark look to the nursery, run down with lack of care but filled with kits who were sired by the criminals of the Brotherhood. As he looked, a dark gray she-cat silently slide out herding her two kits towards the entrance- only for Redinferno to step out and intercept them, a hissing warning coming from the fierce little warrior.
Good, Tigerlash praised with a satisfied twitch of his whiskers. Yet as he brought his attention back to the cats who were willingly choosing to stay instead of escape with their lives, confusion and anger flooded back into him again. Both of them were the kits of the tyrants who had ruined their home, scored and destroyed their territory and were now asking for a place with them. They really dont deserve it, he began to mutter silently. Then his gaze fell on Deerfreckle, who’s wide gaze was trained on him with a slight pleading look. Beside her, Icedragon seemed to be nodding slowly in approval. At the entrance of the elder’s den, a wounded Emberpool twitched her whiskers in agreement. With a sigh, Tigerlash looked up at his leader.
“I have half the mind to say no. But we must remember some of our clanmates have spent seasons with these cats. Even despite the misery they have faced, these two young cats have those who vouch for their honor and goodness. We must not ignore the voices of our clanmates in these times… so I say we let them in. And may StarClan help them become InkClan warriors through and through.”
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Post by cowbird on Oct 10, 2023 21:08:53 GMT -5
So I think plenty of time has passed since the battle ofc. I was wondering to make some new kitties and was like wondering who could qualify then I remembered- Doveheart has kin here! So I chose one of her grandkits- and extending a fourth generation. hope this is ok and ill flesh them out later)
Thistlekit (Thistlefrost)- large, coarse-furred gray and white tom with yellow eyes and wide paws. || Kit/future warrior. || Son of Silkwood and... || Littermate to Flickernose. || Grandson of Elknose and great-grandson of Doveheart of CloudClan. || cowbird. ||
Flickerkit (Flickernose)- lean, wiry Inked warrior. Solid jet-black based with gorgeous patterns and splashes of cream, light gray, darker gray and white all over his body. His face is solid black, but the inking starts from the back of his ears and all down his neck, shoulders and torso. Amber eyes. || Kit/future warrior. || Son of Silkwood and... || Littermate of Thistlefrost. || Grandson of Elknose and great-grandson of Doveheart of CloudClan. ||
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Post by Goldenstar on Oct 15, 2023 13:55:49 GMT -5
FLICKERNOSE THAT'S SO CUTE
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Post by Goldenstar on Oct 16, 2023 1:33:52 GMT -5
(Can I make a mate for Silkwood? ;x;...)
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Post by Goldenstar on Oct 16, 2023 2:13:13 GMT -5
Update- Two Moons and Meeting TimeA lot had changed in the weeks following the Manor take back. Joystar had come into her own once more as leader of Inkclan and the two deputies- Tigerlash and Falconswoop- had wasted no time in assigning patrols to help aid in the Manor's desperate need of repair. The elders, kits, and queens were given priority treatment and were slowly gaining weight and willpower.
Apprentices had mentors. A lot of warriors had two apprentices at a time- as the Bond Kits were all 'paws now and those of the Brotherhood who decided to stay in Inkclan needed proper warrior training. Life was finally returning to a new version of normal. And with it came something of great envy, intrigue, and desire. Tomorrow was to be the first night in over a year where Inkclan would get to participate in a meeting. And everyone was buzzing with excitement about it.
Outside the nursery, a slew of mothers watched happily as their kittens played with one another. Willowwood watched with worried blue eyes as Tumblekit laughed and rolled around with Halfkit. Snowphoenix- who had never once desired to be a mother- stood with her chest puffed out in pride at her litter of two but she cast an uneasy glance at Willow- who was known for her paranoid temperament... and for the fact she hadn't spoken more than two words to her now grown daughters- Dropshine and Twigbreeze- since they'd come back from the Valley. Granted- the lack of communication was only partially her own doing. They didn't really want anything to do with her anyway.
"Tumblekit is growing well," Snowphoenix commented gently. "I've heard that Tigerlash might be interested in her as an apprentice."
"Tigerlash has no interest in an apprentice right now," it was Icedragon- Snowphoenix's twin sister- who spoke with a chuckle as she cleaned her fur. "He's so smitten with his two newborns and so busy with being a deputy to this recovering clan. It's Racooncoat who likes Tumblekit's spirit."
"Such an odd couple still. Turquoisegem and Tigerlash," Willowwood conceded with a small nod. "I've never understood the attraction. Q is so odd. And Tigerlash so loyal and focused."
"And that's why they work. It doesn't need to make sense. They just love each other," Windseeker countered as she groomed her youngest kit- Rainkit- who looked less than enthused with her bath. "We should all hope to get so lucky."
"I don't know about you all- but I never wanted love in the first place. I didn't need it before the takeover and I don't need it now," Cindercrown growled with a lash of her tail as she watched her three play. "Stemkit, Rootkit, and Petalkit are the only good things to come out of any relationship I've ever had."
"I hardly call what we all went through 'relationships'," Snowphoenix shuttered and Windseeker looked away dully.
"No, but Zorro was less horrid than some of the other toms in the Brotherhood," Cindercrown said with a sigh. "I guess I was fortunate for that at least."
An uncomfortable silence spread between them all as their kits played on with no clue of the trauma, agony, and PTSD that their mothers now held in their hearts. And they never would know. They'd be protected from the horrors of their creations. They'd know only love. Only peace. Only light.
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By the apprentice's den, there was quite a ruckus going on as the youth of the clan buzzed in excitement. The oldest apprentice by far was Phantompaw- Oriole's son who had opted to stay in Inkclan. He was well old enough to be a warrior but he was adamant that he have full and proper training before joining with cats his age. And it wasn't lost on his enthusiasm or energy as he shifted from paw to paw.
"I wonder when Joystar will announce who of us are going to the meeting tomorrow!"
"She'll talk about it tonight, I'm sure," it was Aspenpaw who spoke. "I hope I get to go."
"I don't want to go yet. It seems so scary. There's so many cats..." Skypaw shuffled her paws nervously and sunk in closer next to her litter-mates. "I'd be too anxious."
Bearpaw buzzed with excitement and eagerly shifted her weight from foot to foot. "I want to go! I want to see Elknose. I want to show him the cool move that Falconswoop taught me!"
"I want to see my dad too," Baypaw said dreamily as he leaned against his sister- Marigoldpaw. "I have so much to tell him about how my gift training is coming along! I think he'll be excited to hear about it."
"I miss the Valley sometimes," Dustpaw said with a small sigh. "I miss my friends and all my kin. It's so weird being here, isn't it? I know it's our home... but it doesn't feel like it sometimes."
"I agree," her sister added in gently as Pebblepaw licked Dustpaw's cheek. "We'll adjust. We just need more time. It'll be okay."
Cardinalpaw bit her lip. She couldn't agree with what most of the others were saying. Her mother, Redthorn, left the Valley to be with her father in Inkclan. She did miss her kin. And the Valley. But she at least had both of her parents... and they were madly in love. She defaulted to playing with Poppy's tail fur nervously instead of contributing to the conversation. ---
"The clan needs this normalcy," Joystar said to Falconswoop and Tigerlash thoughtfully as the three of them talked inside the leader's den. "The meeting, the mingling, the socializing, the patterns, the tradition. It'll be good for us to get back into our routines." She met Tigerlash's eyes gently. "Do you want to sit this meeting out and stay with Turquoisegem? I know her labor was hard. I am fine with just Fal coming along. We aren't going to war- I don't need both my deputies with me if you'd rather stay tight with her."
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"I'm so excited for tomorrow," Blazestreak said excitedly to a large group of warriors. "It's our first real meeting in so long! And Winter Anlach is in full swing- I can't wait to show off to all the Valley girls."
"Blaze!" Dusttalon interjected with a disapproving shake of his head. "You shouldn't vie for the attention of mollies from another clan."
"But why not? A little harmless flirting never killed anyone," Blackwood teased with a twinkle in his eye. "And besides, he's not entirely wrong. Cloudclan girls are just built different."
"Honest to Starclan," Deerfreckle groaned as she rolled her eyes at her son. "As if your brother didn't give me enough to worry about coming home with Cinnamonsky's daughter."
"We gotta keep you on your toes, ma," the tom laughed with a twitch of his whiskers. "Besides, looking isn't the problem. It's when cats can't keep their paws off of each other that there's an issue!"
"True that," Coon agreed with a shake of his coat. "But I'm excited nevertheless. I hope Joystar brings a big crew. We have so many apprentices that deserve the honor."
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Post by Goldenstar on Oct 16, 2023 2:13:26 GMT -5
(I'll do more updating tomorrow <3)
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Post by cowbird on Oct 16, 2023 8:14:10 GMT -5
(Can I make a mate for Silkwood? ;x;...) (um YES!!!)
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Post by cowbird on Oct 17, 2023 7:49:41 GMT -5
(ok i lied guess ill get it up TODAY!)
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Post by Goldenstar on Oct 17, 2023 11:36:30 GMT -5
(ok i lied guess ill get it up TODAY!) (Heard)
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