roseclan.

[Takk]

Vervainclaw ♀|| Warrior ||27 moons||→Birchfoot, Wintersong

She agreed with slight relief he wasn't making her hunt quite yet, but they'd probably hunt on the way back regardless. "Yes, it's a lovely afternoon. Couldn't ask for better patrolling weather." She meows happily, not wanting to ignore anyone or have one of the cats be left out. Birchfoot was mentally struggling, Wintersong probably felt the same as she did, just wanting to help and forget about the arugement. "Long as there aren't too many issues today..." Fearful of foxes, badgers, twoleg dogs and rogues making this day worse.

[ColdPast]

Wintersong
The snow colored white she-cat nodded a agreement not knowing what to say as the other she-cat began to speak again.

Deertail
Following the young tom he let a small purr out as he also smelled the breezy air in the forest. Shrugging he turned his head to Honeypaw."Try the bird or squirrel, you need climbing practice anyways." The tom nodded quickly picking the scent of the vole and slowly walking towards it."You can give it to Mistheart, you seem to enjoy his company." The tom added before leaping onto a leaf pile to snag the vole up. Lifting his maw up the vole dangling in his jaw, turning to a close tree and leaving it there and walking away to the other voles he had smelt.

[yeeee.]

mistheart
35 moons
tom
med. cat

location ;; roseclan territory
tagged ;; Appleheart

Mistheart laid down, shifting a few times before he got comfortable. Taking a bite of his squirrel, he suddenly felt an uncharacteristic surge of anger. If the incident earlier had escalated any more, to the point it had upset Appleheart, at this stage she could've had a miscarriage. Urgh. Such foolishness could have such dire consequences. Calming down almost as quickly as he'd gotten riled up, the russian blue took another bite out of his squirrel, licking his maw and finally relaxing his muscles. Letting his scintillating turquoise eyes slide half shut, the now relaxed med cat turned back to Appleheart. "Do you have any questions about the kits you'd like to ask me?" Mistheart offered, a content, warm smile crossing his grey-blue maw. Swishing his tail a bit, Mistheart made a mental note to find some fresh moss for Appleheart before sundown - just in case. After all, she could have her kits any day now.

bone
15 moons
tom
rogue

location ;; roseclan border
tagged ;; Spirit [mentioned], open

The rogue tom was now content. A full stomach, and perhaps a little fun with these... clan cats. Straightening to his full imposing height, the sinewy cream and brown stretched out his paws, debating whether or not to sharpen his claws. He went with not - wouldn't want to spoil his surprise with some unneeded sound effects, would he? It also appeared the wind was on his side, blowing north - blowing any cat in the general area's scent towards him, and his scent away from any cat. However, that could also be rather confusing for him, as his sense of smell was almost as keen as his hearing. Plants, old scent marks, old prey and the scent of cats that had passed the area sunrises ago was blown forcibly up his nostrils.

Luckily, Bone had plenty of experience with navigating different scents, as he had been blinded before he could even climb a tree. Thinking of his rather sketchy past and uncertain future, the muscular tom parted his maw instinctively only to catch whiff of something not natural to this area, or he was sure wasn't.... with all of these roses here, taking up all of the nutrients from anything else. Lavender. Extremely strong, pure, untainted lavender. To be honest, Bone had rather liked lavender. He could easily hide his scent from cats if he rolled in it, and nibbling on it while he felt ill had always cured him right up. This was no exception. For a moment he enjoyed the scent being blown his way, until he detected the underlying scent of another cat. Obviously a rogue, as besides the odor of a cat and lavender there was nothing else. Straightening, his milky eyes roved the undergrowth, his ears erect and swiveling to catch any stray sound. The wind blowing in his direction tampered with his hearing, however he swore he heard the distinct sound of claws gripping bark and weight being shifted. Flexing his wicked long, hooked claws, Bone went still, wondering if it was some cat trying to swipe his already finished kill, or just a loner passing through that meant no harm.

{OOC ;; That is an important detail, that you for enlightening me C: Also, I finished my kit, also on page 2}

[~*Amber*~]

Spirit

~*Molly-16 moons-Loner*~

Spirit remained still on her branch. She kept her eyes fixed on the ground, trying to spot any movement what so ever. But she couldn't. Nothing was coming this way from the ground...or did they hear hear her? Surely not...with the wind direction they must have smelled her. Her uncanny lavender scent often made cats cautious of her. The flower was used to cover the scent of the dead, and with her soundless walk and eerie name, some cats were convinced she was an actual ghost...Well mostly kittypets who are too dense to know things like that don't exist. She stayed a moment longer to thing. One with a keen sense of smell would be able to smell through her lavender and smell that she was indeed a living creature...but she has yet to meet a cat with that ability. Despite thinking that, she still made sure every movement of hers was calculated, taking into account the leaves and smaller branches around her to lower down to the branch below her. It is easier to remain silent on the ground, so the tiniest sway of the branch was nothing out of the ordinary and she perfectly executed the maneuver, lowering her body against it, finally having a better view.

It was not exactly what she feared. It was not a dog or fox....but it was another cat. It was no clan cat, just by his scent. She did not have the best sense of smell in the world, but she been in the city long enough to know what it smells like and she noticed it past his earthen cover. She clenched her teeth slightly and stopped herself from fleeing, as it would give herself away. It was not his looks that made her hackles rise, but the fact that it was looking around where she was. How in the heck did that cat hear her? She remained completely still, noticing that she has yet to be spotted. It had to be a fluke...no cat ever hears her...come come this one did? After a long moment of examining the tom, one thing finally stood out. His eyes. They we clouded over and dull...he was blind. Spirit let her hackles fall slightly, knowing that had to be why it heard her. His other heightened senses were able to pinpoint her....that must be why he could smell her too. He may be blind, but by the fact he killed a crow and is all the way out here must mean he is no push over...She had a bad feeling to say the least.

Honeypaw nodded to his mentor, waiting for him to walk off before acting. He trotting over to the tree as quietly as he could and looked up it reluctantly. He could not climb, he could not swim...her could not fight...the best thing he could do was hunt but even then he was bad. He exhaled and extended his claws and jumped at the tree, his claws slipping off the bark, causing him to face plant into it and fall back. He sputtered and pawed at his muzzle in pain, a small cut over the bridge of his nose slowly showing as it traced the area red with blood. He was awestruck by his own failure. Was he really that bad or were his claws just dull? He sighed and tried once more. He shook his rump and jumped at the tree again, this time hooking on....except...thats where he stayed. He went to lift a paw to try and heav himself up, but was not even strong enough to lift his body upwards...not to mention two of his paws were now stuck on the tree as his claws were lodged deep into the bark. "You gotta be kidding me"

[h e l l o]

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"A lovely afternoon, indeed." He gave a content meow, allowing his pelt to soak up some of the few rays of sunshine that were peeking out from the treetops. The weather was actually very nice. Not too hot, not too cold. Vervainclaw was right. It was perfect patrolling weather. "Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to hunt on our way back. The weather is definitely decent enough." He suggested, clearly wanting to hear some input as he walked.

ＡＰＰＬＥＨＥＡＲＴ
Was she nervous about the kits? Definitely. Who couldn't be? It wasn't like she was entirely prepared to have kits of her own, no matter how much she told herself otherwise. Did she have any questions, though? Appleheart didn't think so, but she attempted to think of some. "I-I really can't think of anything. Thank you though, Mistheart." She meowed, dipping her head lightly. "I guess I'm just a little nervous, is all." She spoke. She was trying to play off that she wasn't really nervous, but she knew that was a lie. She was very nervous.

[Takk]

Vervainclaw ♀|| Warrior ||27 moons||→Birchfoot, Wintersong

Not even a perfect day could help her forget the fight, but at least the deputy seemed content enough. It was a good distraction, she just had to surrender her mind to the peaceful atmosphere. While she'd definitely pass on making a fool of herself by hunting, she just gave a quaint nod as if agreeing. In reality when they split up, she likely just go straight back to camp and say she didn't find anything oddly enough. With warrior swarming the forest, it's possible the prey could have been scared off by now. "Alright, sounds fair enough."

[ColdPast]

Wintersong
"Indeed". She said softly before licking her lips to hear the other news about hunting after the patrol."Mhm."She shrugged and continued to walk, knowing she wasn't much of a talker.

Deertail
Walking back with the birds and couple voles he caught that dangled from his jaws. Sitting them down at the tree with the one vole he had placed. Then looking up at the tree that Honeypaw had attempted to get stuck in. Sitting beside the tree he sigh."Having fun up there?". The tom teased, raising his voice enough for the tom to hear him.

[~*Amber*~]

(coldpast- he is not even up in the tree, he is like 2-3 feet up it, still on the trunk XD)

[ColdPast]

((I know he is teasing him. B) ))

[yeeee.]

mistheart
35 moons
tom
med. cat

location ;; roseclan territory
tagged ;; Appleheart

Mistheart nodded, letting it slide as he realized he was making the poor to-be mother expecting. "You don't have to thank me," the medicine cat purred, his eyes sliding fully shut, however his tail tip twitching. "Mmm, completely normal. I'll probably be living in your den come tomorrow," Mistheart said in a light tone, but honest radiating from his words. Tomorrow would probably be a good day to stakeout. "Do you want any extra moss or perhaps feathers?" the medicine cat inquired, hoping he wasn't stressing poor Appleheart out by asking all of these questions.

bone
15 moons
tom
rogue

location ;; roseclan border
tagged ;; Spirit

It was too quiet, suddenly. With all of the crows bailing and the wind dying to a mere whisper across his erect ears, Bone suddenly found himself rather attentive. Usually cats didn't have the skill or the sense to avoid being detected by him. Although absolutely useless, the tall, muscular found his filmed over eyes still roving. There had to be something he was missing. The smell of lavender permeated the air, but all it really did was alert him to her presence; after all, the wind wasn't exactly helping. It was a swirling wind, so the scents got relatively tangled on each other, thus not helping him pinpoint her exact location. Which was what he was trying to do right about now. That in a sense was reassuring, however. If a cat was trying to attack him, there was no way to do it perfectly silent, with all of those leaves on the ground. Which meant... the cat had to be in the trees? Slowing rising to his paws, albeit with no aggression present, Bone found himself rather enraptured in this little game now. It had been awhile since he'd had to strain his keen senses to detect an individual, which meant she was rather skilled in the art of stealth and evasion.

Interesting. The cream and brown tom also got the feeling he was being watched all of the sudden. A feeling he didn't like very much. However, the game changed drastically in a mere heartbeats, to his favor. The wind stopped. The instant it did, Bone went completely still, as if he were a very odd looking tree. Ah... yes. He could hear her now. He could hear her breathing, the soft whisper of air as it drew across her nostrils and into those needy lungs. A bit fast, perhaps because she was a bit uncomfortable. Alas, that was to be expected. But, as he'd initially suspected, she was in the trees. A cat, that had somehow avoided detection in a tree, with his sharp crackling bark and loudly rustling leaves.. how clever. A slow smile spread across the large, scarred tom's maw, and he finally fixated his milky eyes to were he knew the cat was. "Now now, you can stop skulking around in the trees, sweetheart. I'm sure we can agree it is rather, mm, rude to do so, especially when being used to spy on another?" Bone said, his deep, husky voice. It sounded normal, except for it completely devoid of any emotion - it was almost like he was soulless - in spite of his word choice. It sounded ominous and very dark for that one reason; a quality he'd been told he possessed regardless the situation. What could he say? Strife made even the sweetest cats toughen up, and he had never been that perfect little kit. Taking a few graceful, long strides directly into the Roseclan territory - beneath the tree the strange molly was in - Bone sat, that odd smile pasted on his brown maw, his long tail wrapping neatly around his paws. "I am rather curious now. You are within the border, but obviously not a clan cat. Tsk tsk, naughty dearie now, aren't we now?"