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# of cats; 14 (β: 7 / β: 7)
servings consumed; 4 servings
next moonpool visit; 13/08 onward
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Badgerstar wearily dragged himself back into camp in the afternoon sun, stretching himself out as he breezed through the tunnel. He was glad to be home, feeling himself purr a little at being on familiar ground. The sound caught the attention of the cats in his clan, an excited yowl going up as they began to flock toward him. Maplefall reached him first, twining around him happily as he touched noses with Lionheart, and rubbed cheeks with Flintburr, laughing as he was crowded by the rest of his clan.
"Glad you're back safely," Flintburr rumbled, with a smile.
"You've missed a lot," Maplefall added, and the cats looked at each other, before laughing at the truth of it. Maplefall was right: a lot had happened in just a few hours. All eyes fell on Hawkthorn and Acornstream, where they stood shoulder to shoulder. Badgerstar's eyes widened in understanding, and his tail raised happily as Acornstream purred at him, and nuzzled her mates shoulder. Everyone laughed at Badgerstar's excitement. Dustfang stepped forward and cleared his throat.
"We found a cat on patrol," he said, before turning, and nodding to a shape in the shadows. A burly young tom emerged, looking somewhat sheepish. "This is Rock. He told us he's been watching our clan for a while now, and he wants to join." Badgerstar smiled at him amicably, before nodding to Dustfang.
"Well, I have a ceremony to hold anyway. Starclan approved my choice of deputy." The clan murmured excitedly, backing away from their leader so that he could climb to the high branch, seating himself on the thick plane and looking over the clan. "I say these words before Starclan," he said, boldly, "and I know that our ancestors have approved my choice. The new deputy- the first deputy of Groveclan will be Lionheart."
"Yes!" Maplefall yowled, bounding over to Lionheart and weaving around her happily. The ginger she-cat looked pleased, albeit a tad embarrassed, swatting Maplefall away playfully and leaning down to accept a cheek-touch from her apprentice.
"Lionheart has been with me from the very beginning," Badgerstar continued, "and she has taught me everything I know about being a leader and about the warrior code. Groveclan would not be the clan it is today without her, and I know if anything were to happen to me, Lionheart would lead you as well as I would have. She is a cat I trust implicitly, and her stalwart loyalty earns her this position. Welcome her as your new deputy."
"Lionheart!" The cheer went up around the clan, before Badgerstar held up his tail. "We also have a new warrior among us. Rock, step forward." The new cat stepped into the center of camp, squaring his shoulders. "From this day forward, you will be known as Stonepatch, warrior of Groveclan. Welcome." The clan cheered his name, and Badgerstar leaped down from his perch to officially congratulate his deputy. Lionheart purred as he rubbed his head under her chin.
"It's an honour," she said, happiness dancing in her eyes.
"You were the obvious choice," he replied, "there's no cat I'd rather have as my deputy, not in the whole wide world."
"That's a lot of space," she replied, but Badgerstar just snorted.
"Maybe so, but I still mean it. Anyway, I'm going to go and talk to Acornstream and Hawkthorn! Do you think kits are in Groveclan's future? Our first litter! Oh! I'm so excited." His tail waved wildly as he touched his nose to her cheek, and bounded off in the direction of the happy couple, where they were talking to Shadowtail.
"Don't ask them that!" Lionheart called after him, shaking her head in amusement. A shape beside her startled her, and she turned to see Ashenstrike appearing in the last rays of the sun to sit beside her, curling his fluffy tail over his paws. She gave him an amused look, cocking her head to the side as she watched him carefully. He smiled back at her.
"So, deputy, huh? You're moving up in the world."
"It's an honour, and I'll do the best I can." She replied, rolling her eyes at his teasing. Ashenstrike laughed, a jovial sound of merriment that made Lionheart flush under the pelt. It really was a nice laugh.
"Please," he purred, "I've only been here a moon and I can already see clear as day that you were already acting in the role of deputy long since you were appointed. You're the only cat that makes sense to be deputy, except for maybe Flintburr, considering he's probably the oldest here." They both glanced toward the large black tom, where he'd joined Acornstream and Hawkthorn's throng of congratulators.
"Well, maybe," she said, with an embarrassed chuckle, "but, still. Now that it's official, I can't let Badgerstar or the clan down. Why did you approach me about it, are you jealous?"
"No," Ashenstrike replied simply, mischief dancing in his eyes, "I just happen to like powerful mollies."
"Oh," she hummed, "well, I'll keep that completely useless information in mind."
"Useless!" He said, feigning hurt. Lionheart laughed, and stood, glancing over her shoulder at him once before she padded over to the new mates to pay her own congratulations. He watched her go with a fond smile on his face. Ever since he'd arrived, there had been something alluring about the ginger molly, and he felt that her rough teasing was progress: at least she was willing to joke around with him.
The sun set to merriment in Groveclan, in the cool summer night.
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"Record time," Maplefall hissed to a giggling Ashenstrike as the pair watched Hawkthorn bolt from the warrior's den and immediately into the nursery. Every day for the past week this had been the tom's regular pattern. Of course, he had a reason, as he was checking up on Acornstream, who had finally been persuaded to move to the nursery once Goldleaf picked up on her pregnancy. Naturally, the clan was over the moon with the news, but that didn't stop the warriors from teasing him about it relentlessly.
"Are you two making fun of Hawkthorn again?" Came a voice from behind them, and the pair jumped. Lionheart shook her head with a slight laugh. "Ashenstrike, I swear. You act like you're Maplefall's age. Lay off Hawkthorn, he's going to be a father soon. It's good that he cares about his mate so much that he's practically fused to her." Lionheart's joking tone startled the pair of them, before all three burst into giggles. Lionheart's ears pricked as she spotted Goldleaf exiting the den. She excused herself and bounded over.
"How's Acornstream?"
"She's fine," Goldleaf replied, "I had to get out of there. If I heard Hawkthorn call her one more pet name I think I would have been sick." The medicine cat huffed as Lionheart snorted. "It's great that they're in love, it would just be wonderful if they could be less nauseous about it. But... I am excited to see kits in the clan. And it'll be a relief if she can kit before Leafbare. She's a strong she-cat, but it's still much safer for her to kit now, or at least during Leaf-fall."
"I share your concern," Lionheart agreed, "the timing is... not perfect, but I'm happy for them. It's nice to see love in the clan. Hopefully we'll see some more of it around soon." She turned to smile back at Maplefall, still giggling away to Ashenstrike, who had been joined by Shadowtail and Flowerpaw. Goldleaf followed her gaze, and purred in amusement.
"Ashenstrike, huh?"
"What-- no! Maplefall. I was talking about Maplefall and Badgerstar! Why would you think I was talking about Ashenstrike?" She turned to her friend with a perplexed look, watching Goldleaf's face fall into flat disappointment. The pale coloured molly sighed and rolled her eyes at the bright ginger, nodding her head at the group of cats. Ashenstrike looked up, curiosity in his green eyes before he shook his head and turned back to Maplefall.
"Clear as day, that tom has been mooning over you since the day he got here. I cannot believe you haven't been picking up on him flirting with you. He's so obvious about it anyone with eyes could see i--" she cut herself off, giving Lionheart a sad look, "I can tell by the look on your face you couldn't see it. Oh, honey. You really are blind to these things aren't you?"
"Bite your tongue!" Lionheart flushed a little, ducking her head. "It doesn't matter, anyway. He can moon all he wants, but if he wants me to be his mate, then he better learn how to court a molly-- properly."
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"I can't believe Greenleaf is almost over!" Badgerstar complained, looking up at the sky. "It seems like just yesterday Newleaf was over and-- Starclan! That means that Groveclan is nearly a full season-change old! Whoa, I did not think about it like that. Leafbare is a terrible time for celebrations, but we should still do something, what do you guys think?" He turned to glance expectantly at the two gray and white toms, wandering along behind him. He sighed, at the lack of an answer.
"I just can't believe you still patrol with us," Dustfang finally said.
"Well, we don't have a very big clan yet. And besides! I like to build relationships with my warriors. How are you settling in, Stonepatch? I feel like we haven't had much of a chance to talk just yet." He glanced expectantly at the burly tom, who blinked at him, and then shrugged lightly, with a sheepish smile. In the moon since he'd been in the clan, Badgerstar had hardly heard the tom talk once. He let out a little sigh, which prompted the other to reply:
"I still feel a bit awkward. I'm new and I don't really know anyone. Maplefall's nice though." He added, almost as an afterthought. Dustfang chuckled, and Badgerstar sighed wistfully at the thought of the calico molly. He missed their patrols together when it had just been the two of them, Flintburr and Lionheart out bonding over senior warrior stuff... or something.
"Yeah, she is."
"It's a universal constant," Dustfang said, amused, "if cats stop thinking Maplefall is nice, I think the world will collapse in on itself." Stonepatch smiled in amusement, trotting along behind the two older cats. He was still getting used to the territory, but he liked the company of the quiet grey tom, and the friendliness of the fluffy black leader. Dustfang cleared his throat after a little bit and eyed Badgerstar with a somewhat smug amusement. "So, when are you and Maplefall going to make it official?"
"What? Us?" Badgerstar snorted, waving his tail dismissively, "no no, it's not like that. Maplefall and I are just friends."
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"We're just friends," Maplefall complained to Flintburr as they watched their apprentices play-fight together. "I really like him but I don't think he likes me the same way. He's always talking about what a good friend I am, and how much our friendship means to him and I mean... I don't know how Acornstream and Hawkthorn did it! It's so hard to make him see that I'm interested in him like they're interested in each other!"
"Maybe he just doesn't realize you're an option," Flintburr suggested, "good work Burrpaw, but try to keep your tail out, it'll give you more balance so Boulderpaw won't be able to knock you around so easily." He watched the apprentices for a bit, before his attention returned to Maplefall. "Badgerstar can be... oblivious at the best of times, we know this. Maybe he just hasn't considered that liking you in a romantic way is an option because he's never had a crush before? Just be patient with him, I'm sure he'll come around eventually."
"Starclan," Maplefall groaned, "I wish Lionheart would just shake some sense into him. Waiting is so hard."
Flintburr simply laughed.
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"So, just one moon to go until your warrior assessment," Lionheart prompted, watching Flowerpaw nimbly scramble up the tree after her, looking proud of herself, "you must be excited. You'll be the first apprentice to be appointed a warrior name in the history of Groveclan. That must be a little daunting."
"Just like you're the first deputy," Flowerpaw replied, "but yes, I am excited. I'll miss being your apprentice though. You've taught me so much. And I think your temper has rubbed off on me, I didn't even apologize to Burrpaw and Boulderpaw after I told them off for stepping on my tail this morning. I think it's a real development."
"Good for you," Lionheart laughed, lifting her head to look out over the forest with a wistful sigh, "the view up here is so beautiful. It's so... different from where I grew up."
"Do you ever miss it?" Flowerpaw asked gently, suddenly aware of how little she actually knew about Lionheart, despite having spent practically every day with her since she'd joined the clan. All she knew was that Lionheart was from a different clan before Groveclan, she was scary when she was angry and she knew what she was doing. Aside from that, the entire history of her mentor was a blank mystery to her.
"Sometimes," Lionheart said with a nod, "it's hard to miss it when you know it doesn't exist anymore though. Sometimes the fields remind me of the moors, but... it's not completely the same. Not with all the trees around at least. But... I wouldn't change how things ended up for the entire world. Groveclan is my home now, and this is my new family."
"So... what you're saying is you're not really qualified to teach me how to climb a tree?" Flowerpaw asked, glancing down at the floor of the forest. Lionheart laughed.
"No, I really am not."
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"Come on," Hawkthorn huffed, shouldering his sister and swatting at Ashenstrike, both warriors leaping out of the way as they continued their giggle fit. "You guys are scaring away all the prey with your laughing! Besides, it's not a bad thing that I love Acornstream and I want to make sure she's okay. I mean, she's having our kits! And it's not like I can really help her with that so I just need to let her know that I'm there for her, that I love her, and that I will love our kits just as much."
"I can't wait to be an aunt," Shadowtail sighed, dramatically, "and tell them all about how lovey-dovey and goo-goo-eyed their parents were for each other. I'm sure they'll share my sentiment: blech." She beamed, ignoring Hawkthorn's pouty glare.
"Come on man," Ashenstrike laughed, "we're just teasing. It's cute that you're so devoted to her."
"We're going into Leaf-fall. What if she doesn't kit before Leafbare? Goldleaf is worried about the kit's chances if that happens and she says there's a possibility that Acornstream might get sick, because she'll be weak. I don't want that to happen. I'm just worried I guess. It's really stressful, being a father. Why did our dad never tell us that?" He directed his question toward Shadowtail who simply shrugged, before bounding over to him and wrapping around him carefully.
"Hey, don't sweat," she said gently, "we're all here for you. The entirety of Groveclan will be behind you, supporting you and Acornstream and the kits. We're not going to let anything happen to them. Swear it, on Starclan." Hawkthorn smiled faintly, glancing between Ashenstrike and his sister, looking a lot less worried.
"You really mean that?"
"Of course we do," Ashenstrike replied, "now come on. We've got some prey to catch-- or Lionheart will have our ears."
[ badgerstar, dustfang and stonepatch patrol the borders
hawkthorn, shadowtail and ashenstrike go hunting near the lake
lionheart teaches flowerpaw the climbing skill
flintburr and maplefall teach their apprentices the battle skill
goldleaf hunts for herbs [kitting priority]
the clan consumes 2 rabbits ]
# of cats; 14 (β: 7 / β: 7)
servings consumed; 4 servings
next moonpool visit; 13/08 onward
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Badgerstar wearily dragged himself back into camp in the afternoon sun, stretching himself out as he breezed through the tunnel. He was glad to be home, feeling himself purr a little at being on familiar ground. The sound caught the attention of the cats in his clan, an excited yowl going up as they began to flock toward him. Maplefall reached him first, twining around him happily as he touched noses with Lionheart, and rubbed cheeks with Flintburr, laughing as he was crowded by the rest of his clan.
"Glad you're back safely," Flintburr rumbled, with a smile.
"You've missed a lot," Maplefall added, and the cats looked at each other, before laughing at the truth of it. Maplefall was right: a lot had happened in just a few hours. All eyes fell on Hawkthorn and Acornstream, where they stood shoulder to shoulder. Badgerstar's eyes widened in understanding, and his tail raised happily as Acornstream purred at him, and nuzzled her mates shoulder. Everyone laughed at Badgerstar's excitement. Dustfang stepped forward and cleared his throat.
"We found a cat on patrol," he said, before turning, and nodding to a shape in the shadows. A burly young tom emerged, looking somewhat sheepish. "This is Rock. He told us he's been watching our clan for a while now, and he wants to join." Badgerstar smiled at him amicably, before nodding to Dustfang.
"Well, I have a ceremony to hold anyway. Starclan approved my choice of deputy." The clan murmured excitedly, backing away from their leader so that he could climb to the high branch, seating himself on the thick plane and looking over the clan. "I say these words before Starclan," he said, boldly, "and I know that our ancestors have approved my choice. The new deputy- the first deputy of Groveclan will be Lionheart."
"Yes!" Maplefall yowled, bounding over to Lionheart and weaving around her happily. The ginger she-cat looked pleased, albeit a tad embarrassed, swatting Maplefall away playfully and leaning down to accept a cheek-touch from her apprentice.
"Lionheart has been with me from the very beginning," Badgerstar continued, "and she has taught me everything I know about being a leader and about the warrior code. Groveclan would not be the clan it is today without her, and I know if anything were to happen to me, Lionheart would lead you as well as I would have. She is a cat I trust implicitly, and her stalwart loyalty earns her this position. Welcome her as your new deputy."
"Lionheart!" The cheer went up around the clan, before Badgerstar held up his tail. "We also have a new warrior among us. Rock, step forward." The new cat stepped into the center of camp, squaring his shoulders. "From this day forward, you will be known as Stonepatch, warrior of Groveclan. Welcome." The clan cheered his name, and Badgerstar leaped down from his perch to officially congratulate his deputy. Lionheart purred as he rubbed his head under her chin.
"It's an honour," she said, happiness dancing in her eyes.
"You were the obvious choice," he replied, "there's no cat I'd rather have as my deputy, not in the whole wide world."
"That's a lot of space," she replied, but Badgerstar just snorted.
"Maybe so, but I still mean it. Anyway, I'm going to go and talk to Acornstream and Hawkthorn! Do you think kits are in Groveclan's future? Our first litter! Oh! I'm so excited." His tail waved wildly as he touched his nose to her cheek, and bounded off in the direction of the happy couple, where they were talking to Shadowtail.
"Don't ask them that!" Lionheart called after him, shaking her head in amusement. A shape beside her startled her, and she turned to see Ashenstrike appearing in the last rays of the sun to sit beside her, curling his fluffy tail over his paws. She gave him an amused look, cocking her head to the side as she watched him carefully. He smiled back at her.
"So, deputy, huh? You're moving up in the world."
"It's an honour, and I'll do the best I can." She replied, rolling her eyes at his teasing. Ashenstrike laughed, a jovial sound of merriment that made Lionheart flush under the pelt. It really was a nice laugh.
"Please," he purred, "I've only been here a moon and I can already see clear as day that you were already acting in the role of deputy long since you were appointed. You're the only cat that makes sense to be deputy, except for maybe Flintburr, considering he's probably the oldest here." They both glanced toward the large black tom, where he'd joined Acornstream and Hawkthorn's throng of congratulators.
"Well, maybe," she said, with an embarrassed chuckle, "but, still. Now that it's official, I can't let Badgerstar or the clan down. Why did you approach me about it, are you jealous?"
"No," Ashenstrike replied simply, mischief dancing in his eyes, "I just happen to like powerful mollies."
"Oh," she hummed, "well, I'll keep that completely useless information in mind."
"Useless!" He said, feigning hurt. Lionheart laughed, and stood, glancing over her shoulder at him once before she padded over to the new mates to pay her own congratulations. He watched her go with a fond smile on his face. Ever since he'd arrived, there had been something alluring about the ginger molly, and he felt that her rough teasing was progress: at least she was willing to joke around with him.
The sun set to merriment in Groveclan, in the cool summer night.
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"Record time," Maplefall hissed to a giggling Ashenstrike as the pair watched Hawkthorn bolt from the warrior's den and immediately into the nursery. Every day for the past week this had been the tom's regular pattern. Of course, he had a reason, as he was checking up on Acornstream, who had finally been persuaded to move to the nursery once Goldleaf picked up on her pregnancy. Naturally, the clan was over the moon with the news, but that didn't stop the warriors from teasing him about it relentlessly.
"Are you two making fun of Hawkthorn again?" Came a voice from behind them, and the pair jumped. Lionheart shook her head with a slight laugh. "Ashenstrike, I swear. You act like you're Maplefall's age. Lay off Hawkthorn, he's going to be a father soon. It's good that he cares about his mate so much that he's practically fused to her." Lionheart's joking tone startled the pair of them, before all three burst into giggles. Lionheart's ears pricked as she spotted Goldleaf exiting the den. She excused herself and bounded over.
"How's Acornstream?"
"She's fine," Goldleaf replied, "I had to get out of there. If I heard Hawkthorn call her one more pet name I think I would have been sick." The medicine cat huffed as Lionheart snorted. "It's great that they're in love, it would just be wonderful if they could be less nauseous about it. But... I am excited to see kits in the clan. And it'll be a relief if she can kit before Leafbare. She's a strong she-cat, but it's still much safer for her to kit now, or at least during Leaf-fall."
"I share your concern," Lionheart agreed, "the timing is... not perfect, but I'm happy for them. It's nice to see love in the clan. Hopefully we'll see some more of it around soon." She turned to smile back at Maplefall, still giggling away to Ashenstrike, who had been joined by Shadowtail and Flowerpaw. Goldleaf followed her gaze, and purred in amusement.
"Ashenstrike, huh?"
"What-- no! Maplefall. I was talking about Maplefall and Badgerstar! Why would you think I was talking about Ashenstrike?" She turned to her friend with a perplexed look, watching Goldleaf's face fall into flat disappointment. The pale coloured molly sighed and rolled her eyes at the bright ginger, nodding her head at the group of cats. Ashenstrike looked up, curiosity in his green eyes before he shook his head and turned back to Maplefall.
"Clear as day, that tom has been mooning over you since the day he got here. I cannot believe you haven't been picking up on him flirting with you. He's so obvious about it anyone with eyes could see i--" she cut herself off, giving Lionheart a sad look, "I can tell by the look on your face you couldn't see it. Oh, honey. You really are blind to these things aren't you?"
"Bite your tongue!" Lionheart flushed a little, ducking her head. "It doesn't matter, anyway. He can moon all he wants, but if he wants me to be his mate, then he better learn how to court a molly-- properly."
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"I can't believe Greenleaf is almost over!" Badgerstar complained, looking up at the sky. "It seems like just yesterday Newleaf was over and-- Starclan! That means that Groveclan is nearly a full season-change old! Whoa, I did not think about it like that. Leafbare is a terrible time for celebrations, but we should still do something, what do you guys think?" He turned to glance expectantly at the two gray and white toms, wandering along behind him. He sighed, at the lack of an answer.
"I just can't believe you still patrol with us," Dustfang finally said.
"Well, we don't have a very big clan yet. And besides! I like to build relationships with my warriors. How are you settling in, Stonepatch? I feel like we haven't had much of a chance to talk just yet." He glanced expectantly at the burly tom, who blinked at him, and then shrugged lightly, with a sheepish smile. In the moon since he'd been in the clan, Badgerstar had hardly heard the tom talk once. He let out a little sigh, which prompted the other to reply:
"I still feel a bit awkward. I'm new and I don't really know anyone. Maplefall's nice though." He added, almost as an afterthought. Dustfang chuckled, and Badgerstar sighed wistfully at the thought of the calico molly. He missed their patrols together when it had just been the two of them, Flintburr and Lionheart out bonding over senior warrior stuff... or something.
"Yeah, she is."
"It's a universal constant," Dustfang said, amused, "if cats stop thinking Maplefall is nice, I think the world will collapse in on itself." Stonepatch smiled in amusement, trotting along behind the two older cats. He was still getting used to the territory, but he liked the company of the quiet grey tom, and the friendliness of the fluffy black leader. Dustfang cleared his throat after a little bit and eyed Badgerstar with a somewhat smug amusement. "So, when are you and Maplefall going to make it official?"
"What? Us?" Badgerstar snorted, waving his tail dismissively, "no no, it's not like that. Maplefall and I are just friends."
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"We're just friends," Maplefall complained to Flintburr as they watched their apprentices play-fight together. "I really like him but I don't think he likes me the same way. He's always talking about what a good friend I am, and how much our friendship means to him and I mean... I don't know how Acornstream and Hawkthorn did it! It's so hard to make him see that I'm interested in him like they're interested in each other!"
"Maybe he just doesn't realize you're an option," Flintburr suggested, "good work Burrpaw, but try to keep your tail out, it'll give you more balance so Boulderpaw won't be able to knock you around so easily." He watched the apprentices for a bit, before his attention returned to Maplefall. "Badgerstar can be... oblivious at the best of times, we know this. Maybe he just hasn't considered that liking you in a romantic way is an option because he's never had a crush before? Just be patient with him, I'm sure he'll come around eventually."
"Starclan," Maplefall groaned, "I wish Lionheart would just shake some sense into him. Waiting is so hard."
Flintburr simply laughed.
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"So, just one moon to go until your warrior assessment," Lionheart prompted, watching Flowerpaw nimbly scramble up the tree after her, looking proud of herself, "you must be excited. You'll be the first apprentice to be appointed a warrior name in the history of Groveclan. That must be a little daunting."
"Just like you're the first deputy," Flowerpaw replied, "but yes, I am excited. I'll miss being your apprentice though. You've taught me so much. And I think your temper has rubbed off on me, I didn't even apologize to Burrpaw and Boulderpaw after I told them off for stepping on my tail this morning. I think it's a real development."
"Good for you," Lionheart laughed, lifting her head to look out over the forest with a wistful sigh, "the view up here is so beautiful. It's so... different from where I grew up."
"Do you ever miss it?" Flowerpaw asked gently, suddenly aware of how little she actually knew about Lionheart, despite having spent practically every day with her since she'd joined the clan. All she knew was that Lionheart was from a different clan before Groveclan, she was scary when she was angry and she knew what she was doing. Aside from that, the entire history of her mentor was a blank mystery to her.
"Sometimes," Lionheart said with a nod, "it's hard to miss it when you know it doesn't exist anymore though. Sometimes the fields remind me of the moors, but... it's not completely the same. Not with all the trees around at least. But... I wouldn't change how things ended up for the entire world. Groveclan is my home now, and this is my new family."
"So... what you're saying is you're not really qualified to teach me how to climb a tree?" Flowerpaw asked, glancing down at the floor of the forest. Lionheart laughed.
"No, I really am not."
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"Come on," Hawkthorn huffed, shouldering his sister and swatting at Ashenstrike, both warriors leaping out of the way as they continued their giggle fit. "You guys are scaring away all the prey with your laughing! Besides, it's not a bad thing that I love Acornstream and I want to make sure she's okay. I mean, she's having our kits! And it's not like I can really help her with that so I just need to let her know that I'm there for her, that I love her, and that I will love our kits just as much."
"I can't wait to be an aunt," Shadowtail sighed, dramatically, "and tell them all about how lovey-dovey and goo-goo-eyed their parents were for each other. I'm sure they'll share my sentiment: blech." She beamed, ignoring Hawkthorn's pouty glare.
"Come on man," Ashenstrike laughed, "we're just teasing. It's cute that you're so devoted to her."
"We're going into Leaf-fall. What if she doesn't kit before Leafbare? Goldleaf is worried about the kit's chances if that happens and she says there's a possibility that Acornstream might get sick, because she'll be weak. I don't want that to happen. I'm just worried I guess. It's really stressful, being a father. Why did our dad never tell us that?" He directed his question toward Shadowtail who simply shrugged, before bounding over to him and wrapping around him carefully.
"Hey, don't sweat," she said gently, "we're all here for you. The entirety of Groveclan will be behind you, supporting you and Acornstream and the kits. We're not going to let anything happen to them. Swear it, on Starclan." Hawkthorn smiled faintly, glancing between Ashenstrike and his sister, looking a lot less worried.
"You really mean that?"
"Of course we do," Ashenstrike replied, "now come on. We've got some prey to catch-- or Lionheart will have our ears."
[ badgerstar, dustfang and stonepatch patrol the borders
hawkthorn, shadowtail and ashenstrike go hunting near the lake
lionheart teaches flowerpaw the climbing skill
flintburr and maplefall teach their apprentices the battle skill
goldleaf hunts for herbs [kitting priority]
the clan consumes 2 rabbits ]
- Leader:
badgerstar | 24 moons | β | π·
Lives: β β β β β β β β β°
Deputy:
lionheart | 45 moons | β | π·
Medicine Cat:
goldleaf | 46 moons | β | π·
Warriors:
flintburr | 60 moons | β | π·
maplefall | 20 moons | β | π·
shadowtail | 34 moons | β | π·
hawkthorn | 34 moons | β | π·
dustfang | 39 moons | β | π·
ashenstrike | 45 moons | β | π·
stonepatch | 21 moons | β | π·
name | age | β/β | [url=link]π·[/url]
Apprentices:
flowerpaw | 11 moons | β | π·
boulderpaw | 8 moons | β | π·
burrpaw | 8 moons | β | π·
name | age | β/β | [url=link]π·[/url]
Queens:
acornstream | 34 moons | β | π·
name | age | β/β | [url=link]π·[/url]
Kits:
name | age | β/β | [url=link]π·[/url]
name | age | β/β | [url=link]π·[/url]
Elders:
name | age | β/β | [url=link]π·[/url]
name | age | β/β | [url=link]π·[/url]
inventory wrote:medicine store;
catmint [1] | greencough
chervil [1] | wounds/aches
marigold [1] | wounds
tansy [1] | coughs
goldenrod [1] | wounds
catchweed [1] | poultices
poppy seeds [1] | pain
cobwebs [1] | bleeding
fennel [1] | pain
raspberry leaves [1] | kitting
herb [#] | use
fresh-kill pile;
mouse | x0 | 0 servings
vole | x1 | 1 servings
rabbit | x0 | 2 servings
bird | x2 | 6 servings
fish | x4 | 8 servings
squirrel | x3 | 6 servings
capacity: 22 servings (5 posts)
relationships wrote:mentors;
lionheart | flowerpaw [4]
βͺ hunting, battle, swimming, climbing
maplefall | boulderpaw [3]
βͺ swimming, hunting, battle, skill
flintburr | burrpaw [3]
βͺ swimming, hunting, battle, skill
mentor | apprentice [#]
βͺ skill, skill, skill, skill
deceased cats;
name | cause
name | cause
family/mates;
flintburr β‘ silvermoon
βͺ halfkit & sootkit
unknown β₯ unknown
βͺ shadowtail & hawkthorn
dustfang β‘ tanglestep
βͺ boulderpaw & burrpaw
hawkthorn β₯ acornstream
βͺ expecting [ two posts ]
name and name
βͺ kit names
