[eldritch hound]

☾ ─── mothclan ─ ))

≺ level two ● experience one sixteen // three hundred ● last post last response ≻
≺ active quest none ● death opt-in ● custom animals ≻
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the sun was splitting the trees of the forest causing a glow that basked the landscape that stretched out before them in a deep
orange glow of the fiery red leaves. duskfall had definitely joined them earlier than expected this year. carrionhornet suspected
it was because they had unanimously decided that bloomingflower was to get a plentiful offering in an attempt to stave off his s
iblings and had spectacularly backfired and had only served as the driving force of a spite-fuelled fire that burned the trees aro
und them turning their once green leaves into their signature dark browns and oranges that had define the next three months t
hat lay before them.

as the trio walked through the darkening woods around them in a last ditch attempt to find the summer herbs that they would n
eed for the upcoming winter and all the ails that come with the future visit of bitingfrost. but alas, while they walked, their trio v
ery quickly dwindled into a solo tour as deer skipped away- to chase after an intensely auburn leaf was whisked from the groun
d and into the air my a particularly intense gust of wind, while asphodelspider, slimy little mink that he was, also slipped away f
rom hemlockstorms other side, probably to do something more nefarious, or, more likely, in a fruitless bid to find the last vesti
es of prey before they went deep into their burrows for what the call had dubbed 'the long sleep' where pray was even scarcer to
find than the winter would usually beg for.

and thus their expedition of three was cut to one. one hunter felled to their clan-ly duties and down one apprentice to whom she
was *supposed* to gather herbs with. absolutely typical. this wasn't the first time deer had gotten distracted by something as tan
talising as a leaf of all things and, well, she couldn't really say anything bad about their escort, as he was simply doing what was
assigned to him, outwith guarding his wards.

not particularly wanting to head back empty pawed, hemlock continued their search for what they had originally ventured out of t
he safety of the camp for: herbs, apprentice and hunter be damned. though, they doubted it would be very long until the two miss
ing cats joined her again, especially deer as they certainly would be getting an earful and, depending on how long it would take for
the neophyte to catch up, a docking of prey for the night.

either way, it wouldn't be long before bitingfrost arrived. there was a certain chill in the air that hemlockstorm could feel deep in he
r bones, an aching that they were used to and a shivering in their whiskers. she sighed as she trudged along, kicking up plumes of
leaves as they went.
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deer ● pronouns she/they hp one hundred hup zero sick no
asphodelspider ● pronouns he/they hp one hundred hup zero sick no
hemlockstorm ● pronouns she/her hp one hundred hup zero sick no


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prey ● food points no. amount zeroxxxxherb ● use ex. bellyache amount zero
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[Arrikanez]

I'm picking my own!
new prey:
prey | 1 FP [Mice, Voles, Skinks, Minnows, Shrimp]
prey | 2 FP [Hedgehogs, Rats, Squirrels, Perch]
prey | 3 FP [Salmon, Trout, Weasels, Stoats]
prey | 4 FP [Lizards, Turtles, Lobsters, Snakes]
prey | 5 FP [Monster Carp, Beavers, Crabs, Rabbits]
new predators:
Flora [giant meat-eating plants]
Lost Ones, [shadow-animals created by the Dark Forest as punishment]
Shades [human-shaped shadows that look like the original forms of many of the cats]
Dire Fox [as it says on the tin, huge, aggressive foxes, generally black with red eyes]

Would you like your current inventory converted to the new prey list? N/A

[Vivika]

✦ CATS OF THE DESERT !!

xxxxxxx⊰ whovian5eva ✦ archive ✦ last post ⊱

“Ready to go?”

With a little nudge, she tousled her friend’s pale curls, a gentle smile curving. Opalflight… she seemed better. Gold eyes, studded with the starry night; lilac curls flowing and vibrant. And she was here. Still breathing, still living, still by her side. Stars, she couldn’t have asked for anything more.

“Just about.” Humming, Opalflight’s head tilted, bangs falling into her eyes as she knelt down next to the pool. Her paw swiveled in the little pool, casting ripples and waves upon the starry night reflected within its depths. The waters transformed. Turning inky, obsidian, as the mirror realm distorted ━ stars warping, moon liquifying, shadows overtaking.

But it also towed a little boat close. And with it… two hopping sailors with their toxic cargo. (+1FP bugs, +1FP bugs, +1 deadly nightshade)

A wet paw caught her in the side, soggy and sodden. Water splashed, cold droplets dusting her cheeks and head. Steering aside, her jaws parted, a gentle tease on her tongue, but something about it stopped her. That grasp was hard, firm, claws out. (-5% health for emberstorm ━ no herbs or rest needed for her to continue patrolling!)

And her friend was not a fighter.

“I-I’n sorry.” Gold eyes widening, Opalflight retreated, her paw snatching away. But her claws didn’t sheath, sinking into the sands instead. Sands once stained crimson, smeared across her face━

“Emberstorm.” Her voice was soft, so soft, fraying like a broken seam at the ends. “They’re back. The rogues.”


✦ The rogues (from here) are back and trespassing on the territory! Does the patrol confront them or leave them be? ✦

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✦ hunger (+10% hunger for each patroller; fed!)
xx↳ emberstorm (30% hunger), opalflight (20% hunger)

✦ health stats
xx↳ emberstorm (77% health)

✦ xp earnings (death opt in; yes)
xx↳ +80XP for writing, +20XP for patrol sent
xx.x+4XP for prey, +1XP for herbs
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xx↳ +1FP bugs, +1FP bugs, +1 deadly nightshade

✦ item finds
xx↳ n/a

✦ levels
xx↳ +105XP → level 6 (748/800XP)**

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xxxx✦ notes; ** hello! sneaking this in here, but the previous writer and i fixed some levelling things from the last reply +
xxxxthe xp/levels in my current reply have been edited to reflect that! it’s not your fault, dw ─ we just thought we should
xxxxlet you know (in case you were curious/noticed the funky math at all)! <33


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[Arrikanez]

♟ last explore ♟ last reply ♟ storage ♟ © ♟

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Deep in the darkness, between the large rusted monsters
of dead amusement-park rides, darted a mottled, white-brown-black
shape into the sand-dunes leading toward the vast ocean north of
the Dark Carnival territory. He'd just finished a conversation in his
head - and that was very odd to think - and was ready to start
stockpiling some of the deliciousness he could scent. Granted,
this was his first week as a cat, and the whole... four paws
and hunting thing was still a new concept. One that he was seriously
having a major problem figuring out. All four paws had to coordinate
somehow, and he kept tripping over them. With a vicious swear, he
tried to reorient himself in a somewhat northern direction.

Being a cat was hard but hey. If these StarClan people, cats,
whatever, wanted his help, then he had to get it together in some
way. With a strong sigh, he grumbled something uncouth to the world
at large, and bunched his legs up behind him again. Okay. Pouncing.
Pouncing he could do. Lowering himself to his belly - something that
felt ODD and OFF and not at all right... - he crept up on a piece of
driftwood he could see from the blades of grass that currently
concealed him. Check his posture... lower his tail... and....

The pounce felt more like a victory than just making all four legs work
together - so he did a small dance of cheer. Inside his own head at the
very least. Dancing in the normal way really wasn't feasible in this form.
While the pouncing practice hadn't really resulted in prey being caught,
at least he was starting to get the hang of it. He continued down the
beach with a bit more spring in his step, his eyes scanning the horizon
for anything that could be deemed as a threat.

Granted, he didn't... really... know what qualified as a threat in this
form. In his other form? Sure. He could spot a threat. As a cat? Who
the heck knew. He had claws and teeth now - not things he'd had
previously. Maybe those meant that he was a bit more formidable
than in his upright form. Not something he was ready, or willing, to
test out - but the thought that he might not be as helpless as he
thought was a bit bolstering to his current mood. Even so, if he
didn't bring home anything for himself, he'd go hungry in short order...
which was something he wanted to avoid. Chroma seemed to think
he was destined to fail.

~You are.~ stated the ever-present voice in his head.
~But it will be fun to watch your downfall.~

"That wasn't an invitation to interrupt my hunting session."
Viperstar grumbled. Both snakes at his side hissed in agreement.
They could hear the voice too, but the language barrier between he
and his former cronies was a bit too insurmountable to commiserate
with them over their shared cruddy situation.

~I never need an invitation.~ Chroma said, sounding as though
he were grinning ear to ear.
~I say precisely what I need to, when I need to.~

"You say precisely nothing that makes sense." the marbled cat said
archly. "It wouldn't hurt you to stop being cryptic. I thought I was
'chosen', and yet you seem to think I'm going to fall flat on my face.
So what is it? You believe in me or you don't."

~This is why mortals are so fun. It could be both, you know.~
the voice sounded pleased with himself.
~Cheering for your success, preparing for your inevitable downfall.
You're not a good person. You're an even more terrible cat.
And I mean that in the best way possible and the worst.~

"I wish you had a face so I could scratch your eyes out." droned
Viperstar, echoed by the twin hisses of his snake-friends.
"You are a pain in the tail. Why don't you just manifest or whatever?
It'd make it easier to fight you."

~And what would possess you to think I'd want to fight you?~
Chroma asked. ~Your left, there's a-~

Before he finished the sentence, Viperstar stumbled, tripped, and
fell into a hole in the sand, chock-full of salty sludge, half sand, half
sea. He scrambled for the safety of the sand, and dug his claws in.
Once he'd pulled himself up, he was soaked to the bone, and salty
besides. His snakes were trying VERY hard not to laugh at him, and
Viperstar gave them both a glare as he stalked, stiff-legged, back up
a sand-dune, and toward home.

~That was graceful.~ sent Chroma, amused.

"YOU. Shut up." Viperstar hissed, finding a puddle of clear water, and
rolling around in it to get the sand and salt off. He was now even
more soaked, which gave him all of the appearance of a drowned
rat. "I HATE being a cat." he hissed again, shaking off each leg before
he started to groom himself by instinct. "Stupid. Holes. In Stupid. Sand."
he bit off between licks.

~Sinkholes are not uncommon, you know.~ Chroma offered helpfully.

"You keep your opinions to yourself unless you want my claws."
the mottled cat snarled.
"I don't care if you're just a voice, I will tear you limb from furry limb.
When I get my hands on you..."

~You won't. You need me.~ the voice sent cheerily.
~Besides, I don't have a body in that realm yet. You can't get to me
if I don't have a body. You don't even know what I look like.~

"That. Is beside the point." Viperstar growled, tail lashing. He was at
least back home, if still wet. "I'm going to bed. If you have something
to say, tell Trek." He rose, still stiff-legged, and stalked beneath the
old, rusted archway that had once led to a teacup ride.
"And keep your opinions to yourself if you know what's good for you.
Dumb voice." He swore acidly at the intruding voice, and curled up.
"Goodnight."

~Goodnight then, my sweet and sour prince.~
Chroma sent with a singsong tone.
~I shall wake you in the morning, and hopefully you won't make
a fool of yourself tomorrow.~

"Shut. Up!" growled Viperstar, fur bristling as he brooded beneath
the archway.

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misc.
0/100 ♟ exp

Predator/Prey List

death opt-in
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[SkywardtheDragon]

Company of Fools
[url=link]Last Explore Post[/url] | [url=link]Last Response Received[/url]

Outside the entrance to the dungeon (though “entrance” might have been a strong word, as it was just a convenient hole in the sewers) Redemption of Dreamers gathered mleir party members. “Purrimary order of business: we meowst find a new place to live. I purrsonally do not want to spend my meownings being chased out of our homes by meanie humans and their meanie dogs who think cats can’t pawssibly live in their city.”

“Maybe it’s because we aren’t paying rent?” Smokey offered.

“Do I look like I have meowney in my purrse?” Redemption hissed. “Acatually, that’s another thing we’ll do in the dungeon… we’ll get ourselves a buncha treasure and never have to worry about the clawst of living again!”

One by one, the cats slipped through the hole into the dungeon. The first immediately noticeable trait was how damp it was. Beechblossom cringed with every step they took, and none of the other cats were feeling much better.

Redemption took a leading step forward, and immediately plunged into water. Mley flailed about, splashing water on the five cats still staying dry.

“Chain brigade, go!” Hearthstone yelled, leaning out as far over the water as he could. Most of the party looked at him quizzically, but Beechblossom was the first to respond, grabbing onto his legs. With the added support, the cultivator stretched further, reaching his paws out to Redemption. Despite mleir uncoordinated attempts at swimming, mley were able to hook a claw into Hearthstone’s pelt. “Bring me in!” Beechblossom pulled with all his strength, and Thistlechase, finally clued into what was going on, helped hold on.

Redemption finally got mleir paws on the stone edge of the waterway and hauled mlemself up. Mley grumbled, shaking out mleir pelt and scattering droplets of water on the rest of the party.

Clover flinched as he was squarely hit with a large water droplet. “Ah— are we going to investigate the water? Maybe there’s some treasure…?”

“Oh gods no,” Smokey said. “Nothing could possibly be worth it.”

“Nothing? How about escape?” Beechbreeze said, having already slipped away to have a look around. “From what I can tell, the only way out is along the water. We’re basically on a stone island here. The only other option is that weird statue over there, it might have a secret staircase or something cool! Or it could just be a statue. I haven’t checked.”

“Weird statue? Let me have a look!” Clover said. Beechblossom led him to the weathered stone statue in the middle of the platform. Chunks of it were broken off, yet distinctly fishy features on a human form could be identified.

“Ah! That’s a locathah! …or a sahaguin? Maybe a kuo-toa? I can never tell my fish-people apart…”

“Certainly explains all the water,” Thistlechase grumbled.

“Let me look,” Redemption said, pushing Clover aside. He teetered on his paws, almost falling into the water, and shot the commander an unnoticed glare. Redemption tapped the statue with an ear pressed to the stony surface. “It’s hollow! Could be shoddy craftscatship, or purrhaps there’s a secret…”

“Or maybe the fish-humans made it hollow so it would float?” Beechbreeze suggested.

“I don’t think that’s how density works,” Smokey said.

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-- cats on patrol
Redemption of Dreamers | mley/mlem | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N
Thistlechase Scrapper | he/him | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N
Smokey Frailherb | he/him | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N
Heartstone Truepeace | he/him | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N
Beechbreeze Prowler | he/they | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N
Clover Luckless | he/him | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: N

-- custom predators / prey
stirge, cave cricket, giant centipede | 1 FP
lizard, gremlin, bat | 2 FP
rat, brain mole, quipper | 3 FP
giant rat, amphisbaena, fire beetle | 4 FP
scavenged corpse, cocktarice, darkmantle | 5 FP
predators: giant spider, quaggoth, mimic, troll (+ more)

-- level 0
experience: 0

-- items in inventory used
none

-- active quests:
none

-- opted in to death?
no

-- inventory
prey | 1 FP | x0
prey | 2 FP | x0
prey | 2 FP | x0
prey | 3 FP | x0
prey | 3 FP | x0
prey | 4 FP | x0

herb | x0
herb | x0
herb | x0

[elliott.]

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xxxBearleaf had not died a quick death. The only part that had been quick was the actual act of his neck snapping and his gaze cutting to black

He didn't remember much of what happened beforehand. He knew he had been pinned to the ground, and he could practically feel his fur matting with the leaves and bear saliva and blood. His blood. He remembered struggling, pounding against the mighty paw of the beast with as much force as he could, clawing at it desperately so that he could be let go, to get off with just a few wounds so he could return to his family.

But that didn't happen.

Instead, he met the eyes of his tribemates, giving them a look that told them that he would be okay. He had fought, and he was going to die, and yet he would be okay. He would rather him than any of his tribemates. He'd rather just him than a bunch of them. A bear could easily storm the camp and kill multiple cats - instead, fate had chosen him only.

The minute Bearleaf hit the redwood, he didn't even hear the crack of his own bones before he was dead, and he was jolting up inside of an unknown place. His eyes didn't even need to open when he woke, instead just blinked to get used to the harsh light.

The first thing he noticed was the stars. They were everywhere, although it seemed bright enough to be considered day, even if he couldn't pick out even a single ray of sun. The sky was a darker purple, with lighter hues closer towards the horizon, which held high mountains, higher than he could even imagine.

Bearleaf had woken up in a nest, surprisingly enough. It was soft, and although he was dead, he could feel the moss and feathers tickle his skin, warm up his legs until he pulled them out from underneath them. He stood up slowly, and his body surprisingly didn't ache. It felt fine, like he had just gotten the best sleep of his life and was up and ready for dawn patrol.

His paws carried him across the unfamiliar lands, in a direction that no one knew, including him. It wasn't long until he came across a forest that was eerily familiar. It was only another brief moment before he recognized where he was.

He was at his deathbed.

Except in this case, it wasn't filled with a bear, a cold-hearted murder and two heart-broken clanmates. Instead, it was filled with flowers - daisies and peonies and orchids and sunflowers. Flowers that didn't even grow in the redwoods, or even close by. Bearleaf leaned down to smell them, the sweet scent of pollen and nectar flooding his senses, and he sighed heavily, his eyes drifting close.

"Beautiful, aren't they?"

A voice broke into his thoughts, a small whisper in his ear that sent chills all the way down his spine. His eyes snapped open and he swung his head around, looking for the source of the sound. When he noticed no other cat around, he stiffened. Was he about to be killed in the afterlife, too?

"I'm a spirit. Unable to be seen. I am the trees, the leaves, the grass, the dirt, the rocks. All living things come from me. No need to look. I'm all around." It spoke, in a voice way too calm for Bearleaf's liking. "When your tribe stopped believing in the Tribe of Endless Hunting and made home in our woods, we became your protectors. When you die, you join us as a spirit, to watch over the forest and the cats that reside in it." It explained, it's voice bouncing off of the trees around him.

Despite the explanation, Bearleaf still continued to spin, looking for something he could call a source. It wasn't long until he noticed a sole flower, sitting up high on it's stem near the outskirts of the clearing. He made his way over, tilting his head goofily. "Are you here?"

"I'm everywhere." It responded dryly. "But we can say I'm here for your sake. Here." A breeze brushed through the forest, causing the flower to sway, a petal unlatching itself to land at his feet. "Now that that's settled, I should probably let you know why I told you this, hm?"

The tabby tom sat down, gently pushing the petal into the ground with his large paw. "I'd like that, yes." Wind blew through his fur again, and he flicked an ear with a scoff.

"Your tribe does not yet know of us. They haven't experienced a death yet - you are the first."

Bearleaf scoffed. "Thanks for rubbing the salt in the wound."

A small twig cracked off of a redwood branch above him, falling into the grass next to him, but he didn't even spare a flinch. "We would like your tribemates to know about us. Not necessarily to thank us, or to watch out for us, but just to know we are here for them at all times." It spoke. "So we are sending you back."

The tom shook his head. "What? You're sending me back?" He questioned, standing up and dipping his head down to talk face-to-face with the flower.

"Yes." The spirit responded.

"And all you want me to do is tell everyone that spirits live in our forest?"

"Yes. If we need anything else, we will probably reach out through you."

"But Frost is the Stoneteller!" He cried, plopping backwards on his rump. "She's told me all about how the Stoneteller's job is to communicate with whoever's above. It's her job."

The warrior could practically hear giggles from the spirits, before he suddenly felt oddly tired. "Your path will be laid before you while and after you heal, Bearleaf. For now, you have a long journey ahead of you, and friends waiting for you. We will speak to you shortly."

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Wolfprowl jumped back from Bearleaf in shock as the tabby tom's chest started to rise and his heart started to beat, his jade eyes open and wide. "Bearleaf!" He called, his voice carrying a surprising amount of emotion. "You're alive."

Robincall had immediately sprinted for help when Wolfprowl had gone to Bearleaf's side, and the tortoiseshell tom crashed back through the brush soon after, Frost on his heels. "I got help! I got help!" They cried repeatedly, and Wolfprowl immediately urged them and the Stoneteller, who was carrying a whole patch of herbs in her mouth, over.

Frost quickly went to work on Bearleaf, and it was only surprisingly a few moments before she leaned back on her haunches. "He'll be okay after a bunch of rest. What did this to him?" She demanded, turning to look at the two cats that had also been on the patrol.

"A bear." Wolfprowl's stone- cold demeanor had returned in the news of Bearleaf miraculously surviving, and now he burned with a fury like no other. "I say we follow it's scent and chase it out of this territory for good. i wish we could kill it, but of course, we can't." He growled, before his ears perked. "Maybe we can kill her cub!"

"No!" Robincall cried, whipping around to look at their friend. "That's only going to make her even more mad. I think we should just stay out of her way! She just wants to live with her cub, she'll move on sooner or later."

From behind the two cats currently standing off, two new cats joined the group, pelts bristling in obvious irritation. "Spoken like a true prey-hunter." Beavertumble rumbled, oddly calm while also itching with anxiety, Lionsun by his side. "I say we rip her cub's head off."

"We aren't going after the cub. Babies have no place in this fight." Frost finalized, looking around. "The choice is to either drive out the bear and her cub or ignore them and hope they move on." Her voice was stern as she looked at Wolfprowl and Beavertumble. Her gaze then brushed over the group as a whole. "The clock is ticking, and we need to get moving.

Robincall and I are going to take Bearleaf back to camp to heal. Lionsun, Beavertumble and Wolfprowl, you three follow the scent of the bear. Drive her off of the territory if she is still on it. If not, don't engage. Please remember that the point is not to kill her or her cub - just to get her away from camp."

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tl;dr Bearleaf is revived, with some news to give to the tribe, although he is unable to give it as of now. Frost, Beavertumble and Lionsun join the patrol to help figure out what to do with the bear, and it's decided that Beavertumble, Lionsun and Wolfprowl will move to chase it off of the territory while Robincall and Frost take Bearleaf home.
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notes bearleaf has been revived! i also chose tansy for my herb and a squirrel for my two FP for levelling up.

cats on patrol
BEAR THAT STOMPS OVER LEAVES | HE/HIM | HUP 10% | HP 100% | SICK: N
WOLF THAT PROWLS THROUGH FOREST | HE/HIM | HUP 10% | HP 100% | SICK: N
ROBIN THAT CALLS AT DAWN| HE/THEY | HUP 10% | HP 100% | SICK: N

PLUS
FROST| SHE/HER | HUP 10% | HP 100% | SICK: N
BEAVERTUMBLE | HE/HIM | HUP 0% | HP 100% | SICK: N
LIONSUN | HE/HIM | HUP 0% | HP 100% | SICK: N

active quests:
n/a
items used:
- revive [1x] to revive bearleaf
prey inventory:
- scraps | 1 FP | x4
- fish | 2 FP | x2
- chipmunk | 2 FP | x1
- squirrel | 2 FP | x1
- trout | 3 FP | x1
- eagle | 5 FP | x1

herb inventory:
- rush | bind broken bones | x1
- blackberry leaves | eases pain of bee stings | x1
- willow bark | eases pain | x1
- coltsfoot | eases breathing / soothes pads | x1
- chamomile | gives strength / soothes mind | x1
- stinging nettle | soothes wounds, fights
infection, heals broken bones w comfrey | x1
- tansy | cures coughs & sore throats | x1
- water hemlock | poison | x1
- goatweed | eases grief | x1

[Swishy & Broken]

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the current season is newleaf !

At rollover the season will officially change to newleaf!

[faelyn]

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even as shores of stolen stardust fell apart in the soft wading kiss of the waters, the scene of sandstone and secrets all around was heartbreakingly beautiful. along with the soft lullabies sung back and forth between a lily and her treasurer. two tragically beautiful strangers reunited. lullabies of invisible stars and crescent moons.

fly away little songbird
kiss the earth goodbye
flora and fauna are waving
don’t you see?


the sky beckons my sweet
the stars are waiting
waiting for their little angel
they twinkle in teams
teams called constellations
don’t you see?


the dark is their bride
the sky their wedding
and you… my sweet
are their angel
softly assuring them
with your presence

fly away little songbird
kiss the earth goodbye
the stars are upon you now
crowning you queen
don’t you see?

the roses of their noses were buried in each others curls, sleep heavy upon the daffodils of furzetuft’s eyes before they fluttering shut to the reassuring sway of the seas and their azure ribbons.

“i can’t thank you enough, my friends.” a faint, lopsided grin adorned the stranger’s features as fennel ascended, standing from their place beside the angel a little ways away. “i just… i just wanted to give you something for all of your help.”
(+1 uc myo, +15exp from completed npc quest)

“furzetuft and i will be leaving soon.” gently patting viper on the shoulder as if to appreciate her for her assistance, their gaze faltered to the angel beside them.”we’ll be heading home-”

“so soon?” azure eyes wide, viper shifted a little… uneasy. surely it wasn’t a good idea to be travelling? “furzetuft’s condition may be still unstable and-”

and the two tragically beautiful strangers had vanished… as if they were twin stars reflected upon the seas giving way to daylight. with the glisten of a stardust clam bejewelled with blossoms of ivory.
(+3fp [clam], +1fp [bugs], +1 water hemlock, +5exp)

but there was something else that adorned the bliss of the seas… something-
(oh no! a water snake has been scented in the seas! does the patrol confront or ignore the predator?)

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oh stars…
but there were no stars tonight… just the onyx glisten of stardust corrupted by the nethers and the demons of the deep below.

eyes fathomed of rubies and liquid roses flared in the starless dark, looming close as the villain of a tale far from one told by a fairy leaned in close. monsters following his lead.

hackles raised, a raspy melody ravished the hush that had fallen like a whimsical performance tainted by roses and thorns. their raven tresses were depicted the glory of the eclipsed part of a sillhoute.

the villain’s laugh came next.
like a whisper of daylight and the bellowing clap of thunder… of a storm soon to wreck havoc upon the foundations of flora and fauna. of the earth entire.

“do you really think i want just the trees?” they cackled, voice blossoming like plumes of ash arising to mascure daylight, moonlight and starlight alike. “i want more than the sun. i want more than the sky. i want the universe.”

a snarl bloomed in the dark… one of delight.

“i want the universe to bend and burn to my will. i want them to [i]suffer just as i did.” the beastmaster’s head was tilted to the starless sky above, seeming to delight in the absence of the stars. “i want them to feel the pain that i felt when i was young… for i was nothing more than a kit - yet they tossed me out like a criminal.”

they loomed even closer.
“i know exactly what i want, witch.” spit fluttered from the gnarled fangs of the beastmaster, unfurling like little serpents in a nest of songbirds. “this is what i want.”

but for just a moment… therewas a scintillating glisten of something. something pitiful, beautifully tragic in those liquid rose eyes. something-

it was gone… replaced with the sickeningly sweet rasp of their voice.
“after them.”

and the monsters charged.
bellowing. gaze rabid and maniacal as the dark and their shadows gone mad, the monsters advanced. reckless. bending to the macabre lyrics of the villain’s commands.

a shriek flourished from the lips of a petite frame nearby… quicksilver.
intricately carved fangs gnashing at his heels as he stumbled through the undergrowth… desperate. foam seethed at the monster’s maw, spewing in sickened butterflies as he darted through the woods.

it was only then when the witch whistled, the chime drawing the beasts attention like a dreamcatcher to nightmares.

and the monsters followed the resonating song, panting as they trampled upon flora and fauna.
before they plummeted into the mercy of the witch’s spell.

“run!” and so the patrol stumbled through the thorns and the brambles… the monsters failing to keep in pursuit, leaving behind only mere glimpses of a once lovely sparrow. their last meal.
(+3fp [sparrow], +3exp, +15exp for quest completed <3 you have been entered for the raffle for the myth cat!!)

you levelled up! a special +2fp, +2 herbs [both of your choice], +1 uncommon edit, +1 stellar remnants

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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 ♥︎ Archive • Last Explore Post | Last Response Received • [ 575 words ]
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After the incident, the next morning there was a dense tension in the air of the clan camp. On the horizon, the sun rose and cast an eerie orange glow over the ocean, the waves crashing violently onto the shore. The sand held the memories of scattered pawprints and claw marks of a brief battle with a sickly rogue she-cat. The vile stench of the vicious rogue still remained, though she was long gone and had been run out of the territory. Despite this, the hole in the camp wall remained and there were the meager injuries sustained on Blueberrynose's tail. For once, she was oddly quiet, which was vastly out of character for the excitable she-cat.

"I don't want ye sufferin' any sickness from that mangy rogue, lassie," Cloverflame huffed as he chewed the smelly herbs into a poultice, spitting them out onto her tail. Blueberrynose tried hard to be obedient and to not instantly flick the sticky stuff off of her pelt. It's just like berry juice on my fur... right? she thought to herself. (-1 broom & 1 marigold used for Blueberrynose per healing requirements)

Yolkpaw entered the medicine cat den soon after, dropping a salmon and a trout in front of her. His blue eyes eagerly met her yellow ones, and he offered a bright smile. "Good morning, Blueberrynose! I brought you some prey. Which fish would you like?" Blueberrynose demurely thanked him for his kindness and settled on the trout. She took of a bite of the plump fish and chewed thoughtfully, relishing the flavor flooding over her tongue. (-1 trout 2 FP used for Blueberrynose, now 30% HUP)

"Leave her alone now, lad. And you, lassie, no patrolling for you! You're going to rest here all day," Cloverflame warned and gave Blueberrynose a stern look. She batted her eyelashes at him, her pupils wide and innocent-looking. Which didn't fool the grumbling, stuffy medicine cat whatsoever. (Blueberrynose will rest during the duration of this post per the healing requirements)

In the camp clearing, Tempestslash and Stormswirl were speaking quietly with one another. "I'm sorry, sister. I think you should get someone else to lead this patrol," Tempestslash retorted harshly and stalked away from the deputy. She slipped into the nursery and curled around her mate Pearstorm. In truth, she was worried for her mate and wanted to protect her. (Tempestslash left the patrol with Abnormality in her stead.)

"Excuse me... Stormswirl? I'm afraid I won't be going on the patrol today either. Not that I wouldn't like to! It's just... I'm afraid for my son, Ripplepaw," Embersnow rambled an explanation. It wasn't unusual for her to be so talkative, but she was more fretful. Stormswirl nodded in understanding and draped her tail over the dilute tortie in sympathy. (Embersnow left the patrol with Violetnight in her stead.)

Stormswirl turned from the receding she-cat and beckoned others to join her in conversation instead. "Abnormality! Violetnight!" she called out. The odd, lanky spotted cat trotted over to her and gave her a weird salute with one paw. The latter she-cat meekly followed. "Abnormality, you'll be leading today's patrol. Violetnight, you'll help pick up the pace while Blueberrynose is healing."

"Roger that, general. I won't let you down," Abnormality replied mysteriously and shot out of the camp... through the same hole that the rogue had created. Violetnight hurried after the odd cat, and soon both Hydrangeawave and Fogspark were following, not wanting to be left behind.

Stormswirl shook her head as she watched them leave. Silently, she sent a prayer to Starclan that everything would be alright. A few paces away, Shellstar watched from the entrance of the leader's den. Secretly, she was hoping for the same, and her heart went out to the warriors.

(A new patrol has begun! Blueberrynose is on the patrol roster, but she won't be active during this post.)

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-- cats on patrol
Abnormality | any pronouns | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: No
Blueberrynose | she/her | HP 80% | HUP 30% | Sick: No
Violetnight | she/her | HP 100% | HUP 0% | Sick: No
Hydrangeawave | they/them | HP 100% | HUP 40% | Sick: No
Fogspark | they/them | HP 100% | HUP 40% | Sick: No

-- level 5
experience: 91/650
predators/prey & yes to death
active quests: none

-- items in inventory used
1 broom & 1 marigold
1 trout for Blueberrynose

-- prey inventory
eagle | 5 FP | x1
minnow | 1 FP | x3
mouse | 1 FP | x2
quail | 3 FP | x4
rabbit | 4 FP | x5
salmon | 2 FP | x4
scraps | 1 FP | x1
shrew | 2 FP | x1
squirrel | 3 FP | x2
trout | 2 FP | x3

-- herb inventory
alder bark | x2
bindweed | x1
borage | x2
burnet | x1
cobweb | x2
coltsfoot | x1
deadly nightshade | x1
deathberries | x1
elder leaves | x2
holly berries | x1
lovage | x2
mint | x1
rush | x2
sorrel | x1
stinging nettle | x1
tansy | x2
water hemlock | x1
wild garlic | x1
willow bark | x1
yarrow | x1