☼ғʟᴀʀᴇᴄʟᴀɴ ➼ CLOSED ➼ sᴇᴍɪ-ʟɪᴛ

[_caramel]

ᴅᴜsᴛᴘᴀᴡ
[[mood; calm]]
[[placement; clearing]]
[[tagged; mosspaw, gingertail]]
[[text; thoughts+speech]]

dustpaw opened his mouth to reply, however before the words came, he noticed gingertail beckoning
him from the corner of his sight. he let out an exasperated sigh and looked over to mosspaw.
"i'm sorry, but gingertail is calling me." he mewed "maybe we can talk again later!" he put in
before trotting over towards his mentor. 'what great timing,' he thought 'i was enjoying that
conversation.' however he kept these thoughts to himself. "morning gingertail." he yawned,
blinking his yellow eyes.

[dwarf]

WOAH

MAJOR RECAP

[::madlyhazel]

[Not too much has happened, actually. The patrol has just barely gathered together, which I think is Vertigofur, Tigerfur, Crowsong, Adderfoot, Gingerpelt, Owlpaw, Rvierpaw, and Blackpaw {someone correct me if I'm wrong}. Several cats are staying within camp as well, and we're trying to decide which half of the patrol is going to be lost in Death Woods and which half is heading to camp. I'm not sure about which cats are on which. Otherwise, Mosspaw and Silkrot are collecting herbs.]

[dwarf]

{alright thanks c;}

[lil.bee]

{ Apologies for lateness. And longness, and probably bad writing. ;-;' }

s i l k r o t
♀ - 63moons - med. cat - app: mosspaw

She followed Mosspaw at a steady hobble, smiling while her apprentice bounded away. Figuring it would be better to give her apprentice some space so she could follow her nose, Silkrot failed to make haste, though Mosspaw was always in her range of view. When the snow started falling even more, she tried to move faster, her lingering worry making her cautious. It looked like they would have to make their way back to camp sooner; they wouldn't have much luck uncovering anything else if the flakes kept covering up what they found. Or worse, were too thick to spot each other through.

But for now she watched how Mosspaw found an unlucky mound, continued to search, and hurried off towards something Silkrot couldn't see. In an odd sort of run, she hurried through the snow until she could clearly smell what Mosspaw seemed to have found. Slowing back to her previous pace, she came up to Mosspaw's side and gave her apprentice a purr, setting down the daisy leaves for a moment at looking at the uncovered plant. "Very good job, Mosspaw. Very good." With a quick inspection, she knew it to be tormentil. "Though celandine and tormentil are very similar, you can always tell the difference by the leaves. Lesser celandine have eight petals, but greater celandine have four like tormentil. Both types of celandine have large leaves with wide surfaces and slightly bumpy edges, unlike the smaller, star-shaped leaves of the plant in front of us. Tormentil leaves are also jagged looking." She glanced to her apprentice and said, "You found tormentil, if you have not guessed by now." Her smile turned into a slight frown and sigh when she glanced up at the sky; it was becoming a habit. "It's unfortunate, but I think we have to end our lesson for today. Unless you would like to go over the herbs' uses back at camp. Please grab a few sprigs of tormentil, and let's head back." She picked up her daisy leaves again, and began to walk back from where they came from.

s t o n e p a w
♂ - 6½moons - app. - mentor: ___

- sleeping in the apprentice's den -

[::madlyhazel]

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║9 moons || where; snow banks || with; silkrot║
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Mosspaw listened to Silkrot's explanation, looking into the green eyes of the tortoiseshell she-cat. As she spoke about ending the lesson, the apprentice's tail dropped. This had just been getting interesting, and it looked like they'd have to end. It wasn't all that bad, though--maybe she could talk with some of the other apprentices who weren't going on patrol, or check on Darkblossom to see how she was doing with her kits. She'd been very anxious for the arrival for nearly a moon now, and she'd developed a habit of checking on the queen constantly, even attempting to sneak in an herb or two to assist with the health of the unborn kits. Pushing the thoughts from her mind for now, Mosspaw leaned over and snipped off the lowest parts of the stems with her teeth, wincing at the foul taste. She picked up the herbs in her mouth, following after Silkrot as both of them headed back to camp.

[lil.bee]

s i l k r o t
♀ - 63moons - med. cat - app: mosspaw - tags; mosspaw

While walking back to camp, snow tufts had decided to infest Silkrot's dilute tortoiseshell fur, and once she stepped through the entrance she took her time to shake all of it out. Inhaling and exhaling deeply, she glanced around her home, and allowed herself to feel peaceful again. For the most part, at least. She had still not figured out what she was forgetting, and was growing more irritated with herself by the second. Usually she was sharper than this, but today she was failing herself. At least she had been able to get mentoring done today, and thinking on that she made her way to the medicine cat den. She laid the daisy leaves down on the herb stock in their proper place, and said to Mosspaw, "Alright. You're free from me." Her tone was light and pleased towards Mosspaw, but it was a little bit unfocused. For now, she walked slowly in front of the herbs, counting them, checking them, and taking away the ones that had gone bad. Her mind slowly slipped into another place, trying to remember bits and bits almost obsessively, knowing what she had forgotten was, frustratingly, a dream.

s t o n e p a w
♂ - 6½moons - app. - mentor: flamefang - tags; ----

When Littlepaw woke up, Stonepaw had pretended to be asleep. Currently, he lay in his nest in a silent fit of annoyance. His mind had proved to be an unpleasant place once more when as soon as his eyes shut, the visions of his father came crawling back into his imagination. He shivered, the eyes of his father haunting him, and he felt the pain and painfully remembered the satisfaction of watching the life seem to fizzle out of those haunting orbs. It didn't happen, he told himself. While frowning in utter defeat, he wondered if he would be able to have a pleasant rest ever again. Most likely not. A loud yawn slipped through his teeth and he felt mocked, and so tired he was almost ready to cry, he put his paws firmly over his head and then shook himself. This morning had gone from almost pleasant to entirely unbearable, and he knew it would've.

Taking in a breath, he told himself he would start over his day, and after closing his eyes he repeated waking up and exiting the apprentice's den. For a single moment his expression was sad and annoyed and tired, but with a few more breaths he pushed away the emotions from his face and his heart. His stomach had not stopped growling, so he approached the kill pile, and decided against taking the last bits. He knew the elder and queen may have not eaten yet, and he paused, wondering if he should go ask them. For now he ate the snow, hoping the water it created would fill him.

[::madlyhazel]

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║9 moons || where; in camp || with; darkblossom║
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Mosspaw dropped the tormentil down once they entered the den, scraping her tongue over her teeth in order to remove the foul taste. While it was a good herb, it seemed that everything that was best had an evil--this happened to be foul flavor in this case. She glanced up as Silkrot announced that she could leave, and she was out of the den within seconds. She hovered briefly outside the den, glancing around the camp. Well, since she'd been thinking about it, why not visit Darkblossom? She spotted the queen a little ways away, and she bounded off to the fresh-kill pile. Picking up a larger vole, she wandered over to the black-and-white she-cat, dropping the prey in front of her. "Are you hungry, Darkblossom? I can also get you some herbs, if you want them."

[TheCryingWolf]

β ˩ Δ Ɔ Ƙ Ƥ Δ Ɯ
XxX

Gender: Tom
Age: 6 Moons
Crush: None
Mentor: Vertigofur
Mood: Bored; cold

Blackpaw sat with his eyes dull and empty. He blinked slowly, looking at the ground. When is this patrol supposed to go?... This is getting boring... he thought grimly. His eyes trailed over to Riverpaw who had called Blazepaw over by then. Riverpaw played in the snow while Blazepaw didn't look like he much enjoyed it. Neither did he. Blackpaw then crouched down in the snow, wrapping his tail around his small black body, trying to get as warm as he could. Bloodysnow crouched down next to him, pressing herself into his fur. She was freezing. Her fur was short and thin. Blackpaw's was short too, but it was thick. But her white pelt blended in with this snow. She could only be seen when up against Blackpaw's dark fur. But then again, no one beside Blackpaw saw her anyway. So it didn't matter. Blackpaw's blank stare fell on Riverpaw again, this time he was unaware of it. His eyes were almost half closed. They were completely empty of anything and everything, even reflections. Grey and lifeless, barren even.

[Keriae]

(Anyone open?)

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name - wildstorm. a name given for her fur, the colours mesh wildly and chaotically, a complete mess.
age - rather young, wildstorm is at the age of nineteen moons
gender - a little she-cat.
rank - warrior
father - foxwhisker - deceased.
mother - petalsong - deceased.
brother - duskkit - deceased.
sister - streamkit - deceased.
crush - she has a crush on Bramblefur.
mate - wildstorm has no mate yet, and has no wish for one until she has been a warrior for a few moons.
kits - with no mate and her young age, it should be obvious that wildstorm is not a mother.

personality - intelligent; inquisitive; impish; open-minded; positive; impatient; stubborn; short-fused.
description - with a soft, warm lilac base, the first impression of wildstorm is a pale tabby.
on this colour, slim tabby stripes in a darker shade, almost cinnamon can be seen.
but these are not the only colours marked on this apprentice's pelt.
oh no, she has many other patches of colour, moulding roughly in what can only be described as pure chaos.
these other patches are a pale ginger, not cream, and have their own tabby stripes in a dark fiery russet colour;
this colour also highlights some other stripes on the lilac.
one large ginger patch can be viewed in the centre of her face, only just edging around her eyes like a mask.
speaking of eyes, wildstorm's eyes are quite pretty, being a medium shade of green, quite cool and refreshing.
there is a rough locket of white on her chest and all four of her paws are white too.
her frame is slightly smaller than some others, slim and lithe with sinewy legs.
she's a speedy cat, not one of strength.
history - the day on which wildstorm was born, along with her two littermates was a warm day in early greenleaf.
the leaves on the trees were a beautiful jigsaw of gold, yellow and brown.
it was the dawn of this day that her mother, petalsong, started to kit.
she was a first-time mother, and the kitting was both difficult and long.
her mate, a ginger brute by the name of foxwhisker, was by her side the instant he awoke.
the warrior occupied his time by collecting moss and soaking it in water for his parched mate.
it was nearing moonhigh when she finally finished and three kits suckled at her belly.
the firstborn was a sorrel-coloured classic tabby tom, and was given the name of duskkit.
the secondborn was wildkit herself.
the lastborn was another she-cat, a grey-blue tabby, long-furred like their mother and named streamkit.
while petalsong had survived, she was weak and barely managed to clean her wet kits.
over the next few weeks, she deteriorated rapidly until she died when her kits were nearing a moon old.
little streamkit died with her, having always been the weakest of the litter.
another queen took the two kits left in as her own.
as leafbare approached, greencough took the lives of many, including duskkit.
and so only wildkit and foxwhisker remained of their family.
time passed in a blur and soon wildkit had reached six moons and became an apprentice of rippleclan.
she went on a patrol with her mentor and her father at six ½, and it was sheer misfortune that they found a badger.
foxwhisker pushed his daughter out of the way and into a thick clump of brambles, where the thorns tore at her skin.
she watched there, crouched in fear, as her mentor and her father fought like warriors of lionclan.
they weaved around, leap over. claws slashed, teeth snapped and thunderous growls ripped through the air.
starclan heard them and another patrol burst out of the undergrowth, joining the battle.
everything happened in slow motion.
it was too late, for the badger had managed to catch foxwhisker's spine beneath it's jaws and bit down.
a crack sounded through the air as foxwhisker's back broke.
within moments, the badger had torn his throat with it's claws.
as the patrol chased the badger away, wildstorm fought free of the brambles and left clumps of fur behind her.
she crouched beside his unmoving form.
she sat vigil on her own that night, hunched over with her nose in his ginger fur.
snow began to fall.
over the next few days, she had a break from training and sat in camp, watching with dead eyes.
eventually, she regained her normal behaviour and began training again.
now she's working hard to make her father proud of her and become the best warrior she can be.