Redwoodclan: Main Rp Thread

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☆ ─── MOTHSIGHT.

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redwoodclan med cat ✧ she-cat
mentions/tags; crystalmoon, claystar,
nightpaw

Mothwing pauses, turning her head when Claystar speaks to her. Her gaze flickers from his face to the chamomile he’s reaching to pick up, and says flatly, “For you to get more sleep.” Her gaze matches her tone and she stares at Claystar. “Running yourself ragged won’t help anyone.” Her tail flicks. “You don’t need to lose a life over something stupid; you have Milkbird for a reason.” Sure, maybe that middle bit was a little much, Mothsight could admit that. But she didn’t let anything show other than a flat, mildly annoyed-concerned gaze and her usual rigid posture. Briefly, she has the thought of spiking his prey later that day with a poppyseed, but brushes off the impulse. She shifts, turning to start heading back down into the den to check their stock, when she hears someone call her name. Mothsight’s ear flicks and she turns around, frowning as she spots the tiny Nightpaw.

“Nightpaw,” she says, voice even. She’s a little surprised by the apprentice - she knows Crystalmoon is the kinder of the two and she’s just better with the cats in their clan in general - but once glance reminds her that Crystalmoon is currently occupied with Claystar. Nonetheless: “Is it your ears again?” This isn’t the first time it’s happened, either. Mothsight worries a little about Nightpaw’s hearing - their constant ear infections doesn’t spell anything good, but with their tattered ears she supposes it’s just a matter of time. For now, she’ll try her best to help. Without waiting for an answer, Mothsight turns and flicks her tail. “Come on. Follow me.”

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☆ ─── TRIX.

i know you're feigning for
uncertainty, but i'm not scared
loner ✧ nonbinary
mentions/tags; open

last post here. near redwoodclan border

[Penkil]

YarrowStash watched her fellow warriors meander around the camp clearing, her tail slapping against an old branch with a steady thwap. Her tongue occasionally lapping at the personal drool upon her lips, claws kneading at the ground in a sort of way to keep herself busy. The she-cat wasn't thinking about anything in particular, just letting her tail flicker about idly among the twigs and other dry plants. She never did enjoy greenleaf, finding it much too warm for her coat, especially with how humid it could become, making her pelt feel sticky and gross. Twas'nt a fun experience, that much was for sure.

[believe-hwu]

𝙲 𝙻 𝙾 𝚅 𝙴 𝚁 𝙿 𝙾 𝙽 𝙳 ! !
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xx[27 moons] [warrior] [molly] [mentors; n/a] [interest; open] [location; camp] [mood; content]
xx [mentions; poppyseed] [tags; poppyseed]
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The pretty seal point nodded in understanding, she knew how she felt on that point at least. "I didn't know him very long, but Copperstripe would be happy for you and the kits regardless. I understand you wanting them to meet him but, there's not much we can do about that." She attempted to comfort her, flicking her ear, waving her tail over the other she-cat's side. The two cats were about the same age, but had different experiences completely with their love lives. "I didn't know much to start with, so I'm doing my best for the clan." She answered honestly, Cloverpond had been expecting when she first joined and before that, she'd been eating kittypet food just to keep herself from starving. Granted, she had been training with the apprentices once her kits were mostly weaned, just so she wouldn't be completely useless.

[Penkil]

YARROWSTASH
{26 moons}{She-cat}{A sleek-furred, small-framed, and smaller-than-average black and white cat with bright green eyes and a mustache-esque muzzle marking.}{Location: Camp}{Mention: Cloverpond and Poppyseed}{tags: Poppyseed, Cloverpond}
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The she-cat would stretch her spine and tail as she yawned out, despite the humid weather. YarrowStash would slightly growl under her breath as she padded herself over to whomever else she wished to interact with, keeping her head low and her ears against her skull in a sneaky manner. She was blending with the shadows quite well with her back of black fur, with the small break of white acting akin to that of a sunspot. She soon snuck herself up to the two cats, slightly listening in on the conversation for but a moment before actually speaking, a purr emenating from her voice in a subtle 'mrrp'. "Hello there Clover, good day to you poppy. How are you two doing?" She asked, keeping her eyes wide to make herself appear more naive and sweet, her large paws flatly pressed against the shadowed clearing.
"Is there anything you two need? Herbs, prey, a flower or two?" She continued, letting her cajun-french drawl draw upon her S's, letting it go to a slight Z sound with a mix of southern inside.

[oceanz]

𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛
◦ 40 moons ◦ tom ◦ leader ◦ tags: crystalmoon, mothsight, greyheart, stormcall & brackenfang
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Claystar couldn’t help but give a soft smile at Mothsight’s response. He could always count on her for a refreshing response. Sometimes cats would speak too formally to him, he appreciated a casual response. “Ah yes, I’ll try.” Claystar replied before turning back to Crystalmoon. “Alright, let me know if youu think of anything. Thank you again.” The brown and white tom said, waving his tail in goodbye as he left the den. He quickly made his way to his own den, gently dropping the chamomile on top of his nest so he would remember before making his way back out into the camp. Hazel-green eyes scanned the camp, falling Stormcall, Greyheart and Brackenfang. The Oriental shorthair made his way over to the group, dipping his head in greeting. “Good morning Stormcall, Brackenfang, Greyheart.” Claystar greeted, offering the group a stiff smile. “Would you three be up for a hunting patrol? I’m going to send a border patrol South, so feel free to go whichever direction you choose except there.” He continued, looking around the camp for who he would send on border patrol. “Ah, make sure those kits of mine don’t give you any trouble either.” Claystar said, eyes narrowing at his three apprentice aged kits gathered outside the apprentices den.

𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚙𝚊𝚠
◦ 8 moons ◦ she-cat ◦ apprentice ◦ tags: beetlepaw; mentions appleleap, brackenfang & greyheart
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Basilpaw widened her eyes in surprise to see Appleleap right outside the den. Dread filled up inside her at thought of him overhearing their conversation. She offered the warrior a sheepish smile before turning to address Beetlepaw. She paused to stare at Greyheart and Brackenfang, a puzzled expression growing on the she-cats face. “That’s weird.” Basilpaw said with a small laugh. Her eyes lit up at the mention one training together. “I hope so!” She replied with a purr. “We should go ask.” Basilpaw began to walk over but froze, the image of Greyheart snapping about ruining his breakfast flashed through her mind. “Mm on second thought, do you want to share some food and then go ask?” Basilpaw asked, retreating the few steps back.

𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎
◦ 21 moons ◦ she-cat ◦ warrior ◦ tags: littlerain; mentions crystalmoon
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Apricotnose nodded in agreement. “That’s exactly how I felt!” The she-cat chirped, glad someone else shared her feelings. She looked down at the flowers, trying to remember if Crystalmoon gave her any specific instructions. “Hmm.. well Crystalmoon didn’t give me any specifics…” Apricotnose trailed off, lowering her head to inspect the flowers. “I remember the stems being important the last time I harvested them.” The she-cat paused, staring at the plants anxiously. “You know what? Maybe let’s take them stem and the flower, maybe she’ll have use for the whole plant.” Apricotnose said decidedly, opening her mouth to pluck one of the flowers. She nose scrunched at the brief bitter taste as she pulled up the plant. “Gross.” She mumbled, setting down the first flower next to her. “I’m not sure how many we need, but let’s at least leave some behind for the future.”

𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝
◦ 32 moons ◦ tom ◦ warrior ◦ tags: brackenfang & stormcall | mentions claystar & milkbird
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Greyheart shook is head “No, I believe the only patrol that’s left is Milkbird and Wolfblood.” The tabby replied, raising his back leg to itch at his ear for a moment. “We should be hearing about regular patrols shortly.” He continued, pausing as Claystar approach are the group. He was quiet as the Leader spoke, glad that there was finally something to do. “Yes sir.” Greyheart replied with a dip of his head.

[∂αмє υмвяα]

🐦‍⬛ 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 🐦‍⬛
210 moons ✩ she-cat ✩ elder ✩ location; camp ✩ tags; open

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The old she cat got roused from her sleep due to some sunlight seeping through the spots that were not covered by the redwood branches in the elders den. Trying to go back to sleep but unable to, the she-cat stretched slightly, but stopped when she felt pain in her back legs. Ravenflight hissed in pain due to the sudden ache. The one-eyed she-cat now had a very small but deep ache in her left hind leg. Wincing in pain, the black she-cat limped out of the elders den and into the clearing of the camp, watching the warriors and the apprentices run about. ‘Ah, the good days when I was deputy..’ Ravenflight was so lost in her memories as she stretched out into the sun, that she really wouldn’t notice if a cat approached her.

🎼 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐨 🎼
16 moons ♬ she-cat ♬ kittypet ♬ Location; thunderpath ♬ tags; open

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The kittypet awoke to the sound of her adoptive dog brother barking as there owners arrived back home, wherever they go so early in the morning. Arching her back in the classic cat fashion, she jumped from her spot in her cat tree and padded over to her food bowl and ate the dry kibble. Calypso didn’t mind the kibble per-say, but the thought of catching her own prey made her mind race and wander. Seeing a chance, as the front door was literally open for her, the calico marked she-cat made her way out of her house, sprinting out into the dense overgrowth. The calls of her owners soon died out as she made her way deeper into the undergrowth. The she-cat was delighted by all the sights and sounds as she padded along the forest floor, unbothered by them almost as if the sights were a natural part of her. Suddenly, a roaring sound was heard and her fur stood on end, bristling in fear. The calico marked she-cat watched as foul smelling machines went back and forth on a well beaten pathway that seemed to stretch out forever.

[aluco]

Goosefeather
warrior - male - 29 moons
location: east pond
tags: Firecry

"I was simply feeling cooped up in camp. And this way at least I can feel a bit useful. I'm sure you understand," Goosefeather said with a friendly nod. He was thankful that his fellow clancat had so easily accepted the invitation of a competition. It seemed that not just for him, but for Firecry as well, this presented a good opportunity to pass the time and feel useful for the clan. "Okay then," he meowed as he let his eyes trail away from the pond, searching for any sign of life underneath the water, to look towards Firecry. "May the best kill win." In the spirit of keeping it light-hearted and not as strict, this was perhaps the best way to set the tone. Subjective, open-ended, allowing either party to exit whenever they pleased. His eyes remained stuck on Firecry for a moment longer, as if to uphold the illusion that he was still actively thinking about their conversation, while his other senses, smell and hearing, were already searching for prey. The faintest splash stuck out to him, silent but due to size, not distance. It was close. He had stood still like a tree, without movement, and then yerked sideways, his paws immediately shooting forward, claws extended as they shot towards the water, capturing a small, silver scaled fish and pulling it out the water, leaving it to wiggle on the forest floor for a moment before the movement seized. It was not the best capture but it was indeed something and for all intents and purposes, it put him ahead of Firecry for the time being. He looked up sheepishly. "Your turn," he meowed teasingly towards the other tom.

Petalpaw
apprentice - female - 6 moons
location: camp
tags: Ravenflight

Full of energy on this day, Petalpaw had found herself bouncing around camp. Her mentor had left for a patrol without her even fully realising and the energy was built up within her, all her muscles aching to be used in action action action. Now that she was an apprentice, and she was incredibly proud of this, and perhaps thought a bit more highly of herself than she should, maybe she could ask Claystar to put her on a patrol by herself. Being an apprentice meant the next step would be becoming a warrior so she was basically already a warrior so she could basically already defend the clan. But she was not going to interrupt a conversation; however she did spot someone who seemed in dire need of a fresh conversation; the eldest clan cat, Ravenflight. In Petalpaw's opinion, Ravenflight was practically begging to be jumped at and have a play fight with her and surely as an elder, the black cat must miss warrior life dearly and would welcome the opportunity to have a tackle. That Ravenflight might want her peace rather than to be ambushed by a bouncing 6 moon old, did not even cross Petalpaw's mind. Instead, the cream coloured she cat ran towards the elder, and with a playful meow jumped towards her, as if she was preparing to catch some prey. "I have caught you!" she yelled triumphantly. "I am the bestest warrior there is and I have caught you all by myself!!"

[WetPaint23]

Littlerain
• She-Cat • 39 Moons • Warrior • Tags: Apricotnose
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Littlerain settled down not too far from Apricotnose and set to plucking the flowers, mirroring the other she-cats precise motions so as not to damage the precious herbs. She didn't really mind the bitter taste and found the repetitive motions to be calming, if a bit tedious, quickly falling into a content silence as she worked. "Do you help out Crystalmoon often?" Littlrain stumbled back a bit as she pulled up a flower with a bit too much force, ripping the roots up and almost shredding the petals. "Oops." She gently placed the remaining stem on the top of her small pile before stepping back, a bit embarrassed. Patience had never been one of Littlerain's strong suits, usually showing in her tendencies to complete any tasks as quickly as possible. "Honestly, I don't know how the medicine cats do it." She shook her head, inspecting her small pile. "I can barely go slow enough to pick a flower. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to be in charge of the health of the entire clan. It must be a lot of pressure." Littlerain sat down once more, crouching down and folding her tail neatly over her forepaws, and turned her focus back to the flowers.

Milkbird
• Tom • 42 Moons • Deputy • Tags: Wolfblood
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Milkbird smiled, and dipped his head towards the other tom. "Why don't you lead the way? From what I've seen, you're an excellent tracker." Milkbird's feathery tail waved in the air, already anticipating the hunt. He gazed in the direction Wolfblood had scented, considering it silently. The patrol was close to the border and the path would eventually take them out of the territory, but Milkbird knew it would be worth the risk to make sure the predator had left the territory. The likelihood of actually crossing the border was slim, anway. "Avoiding direct conflict with the weasel should be our goal. Just making sure it left our territory peacefully would be best."

Nightpaw
• Nonbinary • 11 Moons • Apprentice • Tags: Mothsight
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Nightpaw noticed Mothsight's suprise, but didn't think much of it. They never really had any issues with either of the medicine cats. "I made sure to clean them yesterday after training, but they still ache." Nightpaw scampered after Mothsight, gingerly stepping over stray herbs as they padded deeper into the den. The Newleaf thunderstorms and morning fog seemed to only be making the problem worse, leaving Nightpaw with a perpetual damp feeling within both ears. This was the second time this moon Nightpaw had woken up with the familiar pain digging within their ears. Slipping deeper into the den, they couldn't help but wrinkle their snout as the sharp scent of herbs invaded their nose. Stifling an oncoming sneeze, Nightpaw hide their snout behind their forepaw to avoid disturbing the neat piles.

Nightpaw sat down in the middle of the den, letting out a soft sigh. Resisting the urge to scratch at their ears, they gazed around the den, eyes flitting from herb to herb. They could recognize a few from sight at this point, but still didn't know what most were used for, or even called. Herbs were never something that really interested Nightpaw, but it was hard to spend as much time in the medicine den as they did and not learn a few things. "I think there might be water stuck in them again. Everything sounds sort of muffled."

Cloudpaw
• Tom • 8 Moons • Apprentice • Tags: Appleleap
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Cloudpaw sighed and shook his head as he walked across camp. "I'm no good at stalking. What's the point of hunting slowly when I can just run straight at the prey, and catch it so much faster?" Cloudpaw padded towards the kill pile, sniffing at the fresh morning air as he went. He picked a small peice of prey from the pile and ate it quickly, pausing momentarily to clean his face with a few quick swipes of his forepaws. After finishing, Cloudpaw trotted over to Appleleap, standing by the camp entrance. "I'm ready now!" His tail waved in the air, showing his excitement.

[broken*]

doesong molly - 32 moons (warrior) - tags; claystar
╠ longhair solid white w/ ice blue eyes. ╣
stretching out her back and rolling her shoulders, the longhaired molly felt the creaks from sleep slowly leaving her body. slipping out of the large tree whose hollowed out base she had made her den since being accepted into the clan around ten moons ago, she shook her head as she felt a drop of dew fall from some ivy hanging above the entrance. padding out into the main camp area, she looked around to see what was being done, if there was anything for her to do, or anyone for her to talk to. perking up an ear, she overheard the clan leader mentioning patrols, and figured it would be as good a chance as any. approaching the oriental tom, she gave a polite smile to those around the leader, and dipped her head in respect to the tom himself before speaking. "pardon the introduction, but I thought I heard you mentioning patrols. I'd be happy to join the border patrol going south, if it wasn't already filled, claystar?"

smokestorm tom - 28 moons (warrior) - tags; ravenflight, petalpaw
╠ shorthair solid gray w/ slight white & soft green eyes. ╣
the average-sized grey tom-cat heard a familiar piercing voice ringing out in camp from an area nearby him, and his soft green eyes quickly scanned his surroundings, where he spotted petalpaw, someone he considered his adopted daughter of sorts, practically pouncing on one of the clan elders, ravenflight. he knew that the older molly wouldn't necessarily mind company, but also knew that physically she had many aches and pains, and being leapt at by an apprentice may exacerbate such things. he looked around for the little molly's mother, knowing that if cloverpond had heard or seen her daughter, she likely would have intervened, but noticed his friend was farther away from petalpaw than he was, and potentially hadn't even heard her. with a small smile and shake of the head at her antics, he pulled himself to his paws and quickly made his way over to the pair. "petalpaw! did you think that perhaps leaping at ravenflight could hurt her?" he gave the older molly a polite dip of the head in respect as he greeted her. "good morning ravenflight. i hope you slept well."

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☆ ─── MOTHSIGHT.

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redwoodclan med cat ✧ she-cat
mentions/tags; nightpaw, crystalmoon

Mothwing flicks her ear as she listens, eyes narrowed as she thinks. "Good for remembering," she says, scowling as she comes up short. When Nightpaw sneezes, her only response comes in the form of her ears twisting toward the apprentice. When they mention that they think there might be water stuck in them again, Mothsight forgoes her earlier mission and immediately searches for something different.

Her eyes brighten - just barely - when she finally finds what she's looking for. She hooks her claw around some moss and turns around, careful to not let the ball touch the floor. Not that it would be a major issue - Mothsight just doesn't think that she should put the poor apprentice through having both water and dirt in their ears, especially since Nightpaw is more prone toward ear infections. She's not completely sure this will help, but it's worth a shot.

"Tilt your head," she instructs, holding the mossball under one of Nightpaw's ears. "I'm going to press this against it." No point beating around the bush; "It will be uncomfortable." The early morning dew is probably what got trapped in Nightpaw's ears, and due to how shredded they are... Mothsight squints. This may work as a temporary solution, but she'd need to come up with something more permanent. Maybe Crystalmoon or one of their apprentices would have an idea.

... maybe Crystalmoon would have an idea.

Personally, Mothsight doesn't think sending Nightpaw to the apprentices' den with moss in their ears at night will help - she fears it may do more harm than good, since moss is known to hold water, and that may be very, very bad for this circumstance - but it should be helpful in getting the water out - for now, at least. Not like cobwebs would do anything, and she's pretty sure nothing else in the stock can help.

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☆ ─── TRIX.

i know you're feigning for
uncertainty, but i'm not scared
loner ✧ nonbinary
mentions/tags; calypso

To Trix's surprise, they find themself blinking awake in a tree. It takes their brain a second to catch up with what happened, and then they huff in amusement. Turns out the nap in the tree won! Careful, Trix stands to their paws and stretches. Yawning, they glance around and carefully hop down from the tree. Ears pricked, they find themselves following wherever their paws may lead them.

An undetermined amount of time walk later (which Trix isn't complaining about - despite the fog, it's honestly a rather nice day out, and the walk is nice! but also, it probably wasn't that long of a walk), they find themself coming upon the thunderpath. The road stretches long and wide, and Trix thinks that their father's den is somewhere across the thunderpath with the other twoleg nests. Monsters rush by, loud and acidic, and they flatten their ears against the noise. Why had their paws brought them here? Maybe it wouldn't hurt to say hello to her father - it's been a while, and they do wonder how Jasper and their brother are doing...

Movement on the other side catches their attention, and their eyes widen. "Hey!!" they shout, looking both ways. They place a careful paw on the path - a faint rumble in the distance. Trix backs up some, away from the path, and turns her head to avoid the stench of the monster. They look both ways on the path again and run across, coming to a halt next to the-

Trix takes a quick sniff of the cat and their eyes widen. "You're a house-cat!" she says, eyes wide. Amusement sparks into their expression. "What are you doing so far from your nest?"