Weather: Judging by the heavy dark clouds in the sky, it's expected that more rain will be falling faster than ever, keep kits safe in the nursery and apprentices with their mentors at all times. A flood could be coming.
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ShadeClan | perle wrote:
Number of Cats: 2
Next Moonpool Visit: 3/12/2017
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"Good morning, Thistlepelt," meowed the leader as he exited his den to see her pacing around the camp. The deputy whirled around, a smile on her face. "Good morning! I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Should we go out and hunt?" Smokestar nodded. "Yes, we'll definitely be needing something to eat. Why don't you go hunting while I patrol the territory?" "Sounds good!" With a flick of her tail as farewell, the she-cat bounded off toward the forest. She figured hunting would be easier there where the prey was abundant because of new-leaf, instead of the barren mountains in which the camp was designated.
{ Smokestar patrols
Thistlepelt hunts }
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Smokestar found a cat sunning themself on a rock, after he inquired about them, the cat introduced themself to the ShadeClan leader. Smokestar thought their demeanor was fit for his Clan, so he invited them to join: the cat agreed.
(In the end, Smokestar recruited one warrior on his patrol!)
(Thistlepelt caught x1 ermine on her patrol!)
(In the end, Smokestar recruited one warrior on his patrol!)
(Thistlepelt caught x1 ermine on her patrol!)
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FlowClan | catbookdo wrote:FlowClan
Number of Cats: 2
Next Moonpool Visit: March 9th
"Okay then, Pebblestar." Wrenfoot sighed. Pebblestar had taken the time while they were hunting over the past few sunrises to explain absolutely everything about a clan and how it worked (while also constantly forgetting what he had said, leaving him to stutter multiple times), which had left Wrenfoot exhausted each time they returned to camp. It wasn't exhausting to hunt, but it was definitely exhausting to listen to Pebblestar constantly go on about things in the clans he had already explained to her over and over again, and to add in his own opinions on every little thing that he said. She was still surprised at herself at times for not ever trying to tune the leader's dull speech out, but she still needed to listen in case he ever said anything about a deputy or leader's role. Those were definitely the subjects that had interested her the most. She liked the idea of being a leader, and she, of course, was a deputy. It was great to know the areas you had control over, and it was great to know so that no one could take these duties away from her. The important duties she hadn't done yet had irked. The things she could be doing were way more important then what she was doing now!
"There's just one thing though."
"What is it?" Pebblestar asked.
"Why haven't we gone on any border patrols yet?" Wrenfoot answered.
"Um... because we don't need to." Pebblestar replied.
"Why don't we need to?" Wrenfoot questioned. "Going on patrols is just as important as hunting. What if someone decides to invade the territory and we have no idea because we weren't patrolling?"
"But, you get food when you hunt. Hunting's more important. Especially when you're a clan with 2 members." Pebblestar said.
"Well, I'm deputy, and I say that we both go on a border patrol! Wrenfoot exclaimed.
"Well, um... I'm leader! And I say that we go hunting!" Pebblestar replied.
"But a deputy's supposed to organize the patrols!" Wrenfoot countered.
"I think eating more important than patrolling." Pebblestar quietly said, before looking down at his feet. The gray tabby started pushing a pebble with his paws. He was clearly nervous.
"Why is he even the leader when he can't even speak properly to others half the time?" Wrenfoot thought to herself. She couldn't bring herself to judge the tom too harshly, though. Everyone had their weaknesses, and talking was obviously his.
Pebblestar lifted his attention from the multiple pebbles he had started kicking around, raising his head. "I... I think I'll go and hunt." He quietly told Wrenfoot, before walking out of the entrance to camp.
"Well, sure! You do that! Wrenfoot exclaimed. "You can hunt, if you want, but I'll go and patrol!" He hoped that the leader heard her, although she doubted that he did. She had frequently tried to talk to the dark gray tabby while sitting less than a tail-length away from him, but he hadn't heard her, even if she was screaming. He was that good at tuning his surroundings out. Wrenfoot wished that he had his skills sometimes. While thinking how useful it would be to tune the world out, Wrenfoot trudged out of camp through it's entrance, heading for the clan's nearest border.
(Pebblestar and Wrenfoot eat the single trout together.)
(Pebblestar goes hunting)
(Wrenfoot goes on a "border patrol")
Pebblestar found it hard to focus on hunting as his mind was on what Wrenfoot said to him back at camp, the gray tabby's paws shook nervously as he tried to fish something for his Clan, hunting was important after all.
(In the end, Pebblestar caught x1 trout!)
Wrenfoot got acquainted with a nice cat who seemed interested in FlowClan, she relayed what Pebblestar had told her (keeping it as non-repetitive as she could) and was pleased when the cat told her they would love to join.
(In the end, Wrenfoot recruited one warrior!)
(In the end, Pebblestar caught x1 trout!)
Wrenfoot got acquainted with a nice cat who seemed interested in FlowClan, she relayed what Pebblestar had told her (keeping it as non-repetitive as she could) and was pleased when the cat told her they would love to join.
(In the end, Wrenfoot recruited one warrior!)
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StreamClan | justice'n'joy wrote:StreamClan
Number of Cats:30
Females: 17
Male: 16
Next Moonpool visit: 29/02/17
Next patrol: 9:49 pm NZT
"Stormfrost! Cherryblossom! Bouncefire!"the new warriors' names echo across the camp from the youngest kit to the oldest elder. Tui joins in as well. Bouncefire can now walk as good as any warrior and Featherstorm and Minnowleap are proud of all their kits. So proud in fact, they aggree to have more.
above. Border patrol and apprentices train.
{ dapple's due for her kits! :0 just saying so youre not surprised haha }
Dapplefeather began kitting shortly after the warrior ceremonies, though she felt only grief as Ravenstrike couldn't be here to see their new family.
(Dapplefeather gave birth to three kits! A ginger tabby with a white dash on their chest, and two solid black kits.)
(Featherstorm is expecting kits! They will be due in two moons/posts.)
(Your border patrol was uneventful.)
(Your apprentices have no more to learn!)
Dapplefeather began kitting shortly after the warrior ceremonies, though she felt only grief as Ravenstrike couldn't be here to see their new family.
(Dapplefeather gave birth to three kits! A ginger tabby with a white dash on their chest, and two solid black kits.)
(Featherstorm is expecting kits! They will be due in two moons/posts.)
(Your border patrol was uneventful.)
(Your apprentices have no more to learn!)
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QuartzClan | Sunnymcsun wrote:
Number of Cats: 8
Sometime soon I'll have time to do these...
[Flarepaw trains with Snowheart
Turtlefur is hunting
Amberpelt is on border patrol
Nightfeather is gathering herbs]
(Flarepaw learns the hunting skill.)
(Turtlefur caught x1 squirrel.)
The white warrior padded through his territory with relative comfort as he patrolled, but as soon as Amberpelt caught a whiff of a cat nearby, he faltered in his casual gait. The tom flicked an ear as a giggle was heard up above him, and he craned his head to see a cream-colored cat resting on the strong branches of a tree.
(Amberpelt has found one warrior.)
(Nightfeather gathers x1 sweet-sedge.)
(Turtlefur caught x1 squirrel.)
The white warrior padded through his territory with relative comfort as he patrolled, but as soon as Amberpelt caught a whiff of a cat nearby, he faltered in his casual gait. The tom flicked an ear as a giggle was heard up above him, and he craned his head to see a cream-colored cat resting on the strong branches of a tree.
(Amberpelt has found one warrior.)
(Nightfeather gathers x1 sweet-sedge.)
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BirchClan | .galaxy. wrote:Birchclan
Number of Cats: 32
Prey Servings Needed: 6
Moonpool Visit: Mar. 15th
"Let all cats gather beneath the highrock for a clan meeting!" Robinstar's voice echoed throughout camp, and slowly but surely the clan filtered out of their dens and sat. Three cats in particular seemed to know why the clan had been called - the remaining apprentices. Hemlockpaw sat slightly ahead of his siblings, but Duckpaw and Plumpaw seemed not to notice. "We're gathered today because three apprentices have reached the end of their warrior training. Hemlockpaw, Duckpaw, and Plumpaw, please step forward." The three young cats stepped forward, and somewhere in the center of the group, Mousetail pressed close to Lilycloud as she looked on proudly. "Hemlockpaw, do you vow to uphold the warrior code and protect your clan, even at the cost of your life?" The reply came quickly; "I do!" The young tom looked excited. "Then by the powers of Starclan, I give you your warrior name. Hemlockpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Hemlocknose." Robinstar let it sink in before he moved on. "Duckpaw, do you vow to uphold the warrior code and protect your clan, even at the cost of your life?" The little tom seemed just as eager as his brother when he cried "I do" and puffed up in excitement. "Then by the powers of Starclan, I give you your warrior name. Duckpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Duckfoot." His excitement seemed to deflate as his name was spoken, and anyone looking closely would see the new warrior glance sourly down at his odd forepaw. "Plumpaw, do you vow to uphold the warrior code and protect your clan, even at the cost of your life?" She seemed to have caught the look of anger on her brother's face, and took a moment to respond. "I do." It was far quieter than her brothers. "Then by the powers of Starclan, I give you your warrior name. Plumpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Plumpatch."
"Hemlocknose! Duckfoot! Plumpatch! Hemlocknose! Duckfoot! Plumpatch!"
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Shortly after the ceremony, Toadstorm could be found growling to herself by the entrance of camp. Something about stupid rogues and scent trails. And Flickerfang wasn't even the one to approach her - Fennelshade was. The ginger tom padded up to his former mentor as if seeing her so frustrated was nothing new or worrying, and tapped her shoulder with his tail. "Flickerfang's been watching from the sidelines since you started muttering to yourself. He's probably worried." He meowed, unimpressed by the sharp glare she momentarily threw his way. Then, something clicked in her gaze, and the tortoiseshell molly inhaled deeply. "Worried is unlikely, but the fleabrain is probably wondering what's going on. Fetch him for me, won't you little one? We'll go on a border patrol while I walk this off."
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Tinytail was once again leading a patrol through the forest, and was in the process of splitting everyone up into pairs. Hunting seemed best that way, it yielded more results. "Mudstrike, Pigeontail, I want you two hunting the north." She meowed, watching her son regard his hunting partner curiously. Tinytail caught the amusement glittering in Featherfur's eyes as his daughter's expression soured a bit. She would never shake the odd feeling that her mentor's kits and her own were so close in age. Before Tinytail could even open her mouth to pair off Mousetail or Lilycloud, the two she-cats were already standing together, tails twined, looking expectantly at her. The tortie blinked once, then laughed. "Alright, Mousetail and Lilycloud, you two hunt the west. Try to bring something back, alright?" Lilycloud tried to hide an obvious grin, but dipped her head and guided Mousetail in the right direction. Now there were two. "Jus' you and me then, old timer." Tinytail purred, giving her former mentor a mischievous stare. He looked scandalized, puffing up the fur around his shoulders as if he took offense. "Old timer? I bet I can catch something before your little nose can catch a scent!" And the pair were off, jostling each other like kits fresh out of the nursery as they ran.
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Robinstar looked tired as he settled beside the moonpool, but grateful for the rest as he pressed his nose to the crystal pool. When he awoke in the starry fields, the cats of Starclan looked anxious. Exhaustion was overwhelmed with worry, and as the small brown tom stepped forward, a familiar face broke out of the crowd. Rippleberry. Twice now he'd recognized her, but this was the first time she'd broken rank to approach. And the cats who had previously shunned her presence among them no longer seemed scandalized by standing near the silver she-cat. "You're in danger, Robinstar." The former medicine cat murmured, fear glittering in her eyes. "Birchclan will fall prey to cold hearts and hostile claws." Urgency rendered her soothing voice jarring, and it sent a chill down Robinstar's spine. "They come and they come quickly, access your cats and build your guard. Loyalties are not as they seem and you must protect them. Please protect them." The medicine cat spoke of the clan, but also the kits she left there. But Robinstar didn't know that, didn't know why Starclan found her presence in their home so unappealing. So he nodded, eyes hard as they met Rippleberry's. "I will protect them with my life. But now I ask for assistance - send me a cat who can help me."
[Hemlockpaw, Duckpaw, and Plumpaw are warriors: Hemlocknose, Duckfoot, and Plumpatch]
[Toadstorm, Fennelshade, and Flickerfang are on a border patrol,, Toad seems angery]
[Tinytail, Featherfur, Mudstrike, Pigeontail, Mousetail, and Lilycloud are out hunting]
[Robinstar is at moonpool, asking for a clanmate]
[I forgot to make it official a while back, but Lilycloud and Mousetail are mates :3c look at them gays]
[the clan consumes 6 servings of prey - 2 squirrels and 2 mice]
{fgsgdfga lily and mouse are Pure}
Fennelshade gazed at Toadstorm in concern as the warrior's tail lashed from side to side in what was clear anger, and as much as he would have liked to comfort his former mentor, he wasn't sure of the right words to use. Flickerfang walked right besides him, the ginger-and-white tom focused on a interesting scent he picked up. Fennelshade blinked, he supposed he was so wrapped up with Toadstorm that he failed to scent anything himself. He watched as Toadstorm's ears perked up in interest and motioned with her head for the two toms to follow her as they caught up on the scent trial. As they got closer, Fennelshade could see a brown-and-white pelt laying besides a quiet shade. The cat either didn't care or notice the BirchClan patrol as they lazily groomed their ears, only responding when Toadstorm angrily asked them what they were doing. They wore a sly grin on their face as the she-cat mewed.
(Your border patrol found a warrior! It's the same cat from the scent trails your past patrols found.)
Lilycloud and Mousetail were like kits again as they frolicked without a care in the world, Mousetail felt her heart swell as she stared at the laughing face of her mate made her look astoundingly beautiful. The two she-cats eventually laid down besides each other and rested in comfortable silence before they remembered they had a hunting patrol to finish.
(Lilycloud and Mousetail caught x1 rabbit together, the rest of your patrol fetched to catch x2 voles.)
(StarClan has given you a warrior.)
Fennelshade gazed at Toadstorm in concern as the warrior's tail lashed from side to side in what was clear anger, and as much as he would have liked to comfort his former mentor, he wasn't sure of the right words to use. Flickerfang walked right besides him, the ginger-and-white tom focused on a interesting scent he picked up. Fennelshade blinked, he supposed he was so wrapped up with Toadstorm that he failed to scent anything himself. He watched as Toadstorm's ears perked up in interest and motioned with her head for the two toms to follow her as they caught up on the scent trial. As they got closer, Fennelshade could see a brown-and-white pelt laying besides a quiet shade. The cat either didn't care or notice the BirchClan patrol as they lazily groomed their ears, only responding when Toadstorm angrily asked them what they were doing. They wore a sly grin on their face as the she-cat mewed.
(Your border patrol found a warrior! It's the same cat from the scent trails your past patrols found.)
Lilycloud and Mousetail were like kits again as they frolicked without a care in the world, Mousetail felt her heart swell as she stared at the laughing face of her mate made her look astoundingly beautiful. The two she-cats eventually laid down besides each other and rested in comfortable silence before they remembered they had a hunting patrol to finish.
(Lilycloud and Mousetail caught x1 rabbit together, the rest of your patrol fetched to catch x2 voles.)
(StarClan has given you a warrior.)
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SilentClan | rainbowcatfish8888 wrote:_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Number of Cats: 7
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Ivystar sat in the cool shade of the nursery, listening to the soothing noises of the rain outside. Her eyes lit up as Whitewhisker padded in, his pelt soaking wet from his hunting patrol. "I brought you an ermine," he said, setting the piece of prey down in front of her. "Thanks," the queen replied, her belly growling. Whitewhisker began to groom is drenched pelt. "I was supposed to visit the moonpool today," she sighed wistfully, gazing out at the grey weather outside. Buzzardflight walked in at that moment,a bundle of herbs in his jaws. "Ha! You can barely cross the camp without having to stop and catch your breath, let alone walk miles in this weather," he scoffed. "Well excuse me," Ivystar snapped. "You don't know how exhausting it is to be growing multiple living beings inside you," she huffed, offended. Buzzardflight's eyes softened. "You're right, I suppose I don't. Well you seem to be doing just fine, so I suppose I'll go," the medicine cat picked up his herb bundle and returned to his den. Whitewhisker settled down next to her, his pelt still damp. "Whitewhisker?" Ivystar asked, her voice suddenly quiet. "Yes?" he replied. Ivystar took a deep breath. "I'm scared. Not just scared, I'm terrified. What if I lose a life? Or the kits don't survive? What if I'm not a good mother?" she rambled, her voice quivering. Whitewhisker licked her ear, trying to comfort her. "Relax, Ivystar. It's newleaf, and the Clan is strong. Buzzardflight is a good medicine cat," he said reassuringly. "And I'm positive that you will be an amazing mother," he added. Ivystar nodded. She was still worried, but Whitewhisker was right. Newleaf would likely give her a smooth kitting, and Buzzardflight, as annoying as he may be, is a good medicine cat.
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[hunting patrol: Buzzardflight, Sunshadow, Appleclaw, Brightsky]
[border patrol: Whitewhisker, Pepperpaw]
[the clan ate 1 serving of squirrel and one ermine]
(Your hunting patrol caught x1 mouse and x1 vole.)
A young cat was pawing at a moss-covered trunk in boredom, the cat's demeanor made it seemed like they would much rather prefer seeing grass grow then do anything like this. They had been on their lonesome for quite a while, making the world around them seem a little dull. A cough from behind the cat surprised them and they swirled around to see Whitewhisker and Pepperpaw gazing at them curiously, the latter seemed focused on their short tail, causing for the cat to feel warm from embarrassment at the attention.
(Your border patrol found a medicine cat apprentice.)
A young cat was pawing at a moss-covered trunk in boredom, the cat's demeanor made it seemed like they would much rather prefer seeing grass grow then do anything like this. They had been on their lonesome for quite a while, making the world around them seem a little dull. A cough from behind the cat surprised them and they swirled around to see Whitewhisker and Pepperpaw gazing at them curiously, the latter seemed focused on their short tail, causing for the cat to feel warm from embarrassment at the attention.
(Your border patrol found a medicine cat apprentice.)
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RippleClan | ártémís wrote:Beetlestar simply looked towards the ground, a halfhearted sigh resonating from inside her. It was bittersweet, like always. Considered an outsider in her own Clan, the leader no longer had personal relationships. Rhubarbwhistle was there, and so was Harrowbranch, but anyone involved in that.. that, was no longer to be talking to her outside of professional conversations. It really was tragic. "Beetlestar." a voice jolted her up, and her saddened eyes tried to whiten as tear drops shakily rained on the ground. "Were you cryin', Beetlestar?" Oakhollow's pawsteps grew louder as the solemn leader buried her face into her own flank. "Please. I don't need your pity, Oakhollow. You don't even follow my orders. I don't want to talk to a defiant deputy." she shuddered, lashing back her inner rage. "You disappoint me." the grayish tortoiseshell balled up again, sniffing wet streams of her own sobs. Hazelwish.. yes, she was going to be the medicine cat. She was going to be Slateslide's mate. If she wasn't going to be Slateslide's.. nobody else could have her. "Please don't say it like ah fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down." "You don't understand how much this hurts." "That Hazelwish and I are together?" he said, concealing his southern speech. "No, you dissonant fool." she hissed. "I called upon Hazelwish specifically for this reason. She was supposed to.. you're better now?!" Oakhollow's eyes flashed in hurt. "That she's supposed to be the medicine cat? Please, don't be ornery." And he left, a small cough still occassionally leaving him. But he was better.
"..she was supposed to be Slateslide's..."
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Sedgekit was pawing her sister, a meowing kitten ontop of another. The pile of kits grew higher and higher, until Eelkit finally bit the dust and sprawled off to the side in defeat. "Ow, Hickorykit, you cheater!!" the tortoiseshell she-kit fumbled as she repositioned herself, swiping at her brother. The male sibling giggled, with calcified glory. "Yeah, little sister." he teased, laughing as his younger sibling chased after him with a ball of moss clenched within her teeth. "Cuhfu,yewchthr!" which was her gritted way of saying 'Come back, you cheater'. Then the goosechase began, while Sedgekit watched as her own brothers and sister tumble about. "Agrh, seriously! Stop squirming, Hootkit!" meowed Hickorykit, who was ambushing his brother. "I.. i.canthelpitimsorry!" he mumbled, padding off as his brother tried to grab him again and again. Sedgekit and Eelkit only laughed at the calamity occuring before them. "Come on... be a good sport, b-brother." Hootkit's socially awkward tendences were all over the place, as he wasn't so shy but rather clummy and weak in the gut. "Moss-ball!" screeched Eelkit, who was sick of the lack of action she was getting. "C'mon, Sedgekit! Let's burn them to a honey-crisp!"
"Okay, Eelkit." Sedgekit 'cries', waging war on her brothers. The kits charge into one another, bashing their skulls together and swiping. Although it looked like a joke to Hazelwish, who was calmly spectating, the kits thought the world of this skull-bashing redundancy. It was an euphemism for their youth, to say something at all about it. "I'm throwin' the first pitch!" Eelkit shrieked, her eyes bleeding the unfathomable, yet docile aura. It was just about time that Hazelwish set her kits to sleep, when Oakhollow returned to the small den, no longer plauged with white-cough. "Conversation didn't go well?" Hazelwish asked, her eyes glossy with tiresome bags. "Wait. Don't tell me, Oakhollow. She told me I was destined for this role." Sarcastically, Hazelwish began to assume herself as Beetlestar. "Destiny..!" Oakhollow snapped. "Hazelwish- please." he sighed. "Ah know, and I reckon she has her reasons. Just stop." He was ready to burst, like decaying mice on a summer day. Sedgekit turned around for a few seconds but shrouded herself back into the clutches of innocent youth. No time to have serious talks anymore.
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Smokekite licked his paw, pawing at the stars. RippleClan's expedition was working, and soon enough, the cats of RippleClan would be able to go back to the island. It was quite boring here next to the fox dens, but the kits of Hazelwish and Oakhollow would soon come of age. Just four mour moons. The elder was quite alone in the abandoned badger den, but that was the nearest one avalible. Besides, Beetlestar, the kits, and poor ol' Oakhollow (and himself) were the only cats with a den. And Beetlestar used to share that pitiful rabbit hole with Slateslide and Oakhollow moons ago. One cat could barely squeeze in there, and her den was actually farther from camp than his'. Pertelswoop, Harrowbranch, Slateslide, Rhubarbwhistle and pretty-soon Oakhollow would be out there in the elements until the settlement was fixed. Ah, if only winter would end quickly. It was almost over, and spring was creeping silently behind their tails. It was just a matter of time until spring came again.
Closing his baggy eyes, Smokekite adjusted his position. His dreams drifted off into Star.. Clan, seeing the free beings of the afterlife dash beyond the clouds. Watching the old warriors of MistClan was nice. It brought back memories of his youth.. expedition.. free will. Now he was an elder, but he could at least be with his son before he died of old age. Ha, not like Smokekite was going to die for another hundred moons! He was fruitful with energy, he still was. Darkness enveloped him as he snuggled along the sides of the den, the black dirt slowly molding to fit his shape. As the StarClan cat's dissolved, the memories of past events began to unfurl in front of him. It was nice, seeing his own life flash before him. All those things coming back again. The youngun' stages.. the tragic accident that rid of him of his front teeth. The gaping holes in his mouth still hurt, sometimes. When his name was just 'The loner of the barren-lands, Soot? Soot, the great adventurer. "Father?" Slateslide's sudden burst shook the elder awake, and he wasn't happy. His grouchy tone came out immediately, but his words were prematurely inturrpted.
"F- dad, I need to discuss something with you. Did you mention earlier that the river we reside on has magical properties, and this is why RippleClan is beginning to form? Why cats suddenly appear, telling us StarClan has sent them a dream?" Slateslide seemed more or less disinterested in Smokekite himself, but the topic on paw.
Smokekite did remember hearing something about the mystical river downstream once, but passed it off as an immature rumor. Back in his day, rumors were badly told and half-heard. It was pretty obvious, to him, back then, that the magical wonderland lake was just wishful thinking spread around to create unified happiness within the rogue/loner community. So he agreed. "Tho thon, what do you mean, exactly?" Smokekite asked. "There must be more." He simply said, trying to keep his silent persona on. "Ah, the dreamth. Quite peculiar, aren't they? I have to thay that thothe dreamth are.. wait, what did you dream when you were allured here?" "A single droplet of water, on a lake." A single drop of water, pouncing on a lake. "... how many rippleth did you thee?" he asked, saliva involuntarily splattering his son. "What??" Slateslide asked, as if baffled he was so keen on such miniscule details.
"Ith there a full moon up yet?!" the elder asked, even more frantically.
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Sweat, sweat, trembling legs, beating heart, the ba-bump the continues within her heart is immeasurable in tempos. Her heart feels warmth; the sweet honey-coat of young love. When she was a kittypet, she had never felt this way before, and now, she was certain that she was in love with Harrowbranch. Pertelswoop knew some cats would insist her love was just a stronger form of friendship, but now she was certain. She was, really. Harrowbranch was spending more time with her gradually, wasn't he; therefore he must of had interest in her if he was voluntarily spending time with her. "Harrowbranch! I.. I.. I.." she felt something drop out of her. Whether it was her stomach or heart, it just felt like she couldn't move anymore. The bigger tom looked behind him, his emerald eyes glittering as the sun reflected off them. "I was thinking.. I was going to ask you earlier, but Harrowbranch, I've adored you since I first saw your face. Harrowbranch-" "What is it, Pertelswoop?" his eyes were more or less a void, a murky swamp-type deal. It wasn't focused nor was it blearing with happiness, but this restless unease that was happening. "I like you, Harrowbranch..." she meowed, her voice in a regatto as she ended her sentence. The tom's eyes widened. "Really?" he asked, confused on the shy she-cat's sudden confession. Worriedly, Pertelswoop began to run away, quickly. She ran away as a fast as she could. That wasn't a request to be his mate, but it was simply an endearing confession of her feelings! So there's still time if he says no.
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"Smokekite-," Rhubarbwhistle's helpess plea was muffled by the elder's rushing.
"Gather. Up. In. The. Riverbed!" Smokekite's eyes rolled back into his head, frantically flailing his limbs as he pushed the she-cat near the shore. "You're gonna drown me, Smokekite," the pretty hunter meowed again, trying to affirm her opinion. "No time!"
"What's this, Slateslide?" Harrowbranch asked, looking at the older tom. "Some off-shoot idea from my father." he was less than pleased in his tone. After shuffling his choices around in his mind, Slateslide ultimately set aside his grievances and potiential problems, he approached his deadbeat dad. "..." Simply, staring at him. That was usually the best tactic he had in his bucket. Like when he was his dad for once? Fourty-three moons ago? The elder looked back, and seemed engaged. Then he got bored. Not unusual. He was a player, truly. In all aspects, he always needed new stimuli, new things to look at. It wouldn't be a huge shock if Smokekite had hundreds of half-siblings for Slateslide to meet. That would be a ray of sunshine in his storm. "We must do it!" Smokekite announced, and all the cats of the Clan simply looked at him in disbelief or plain annoyance.
At least Pertelswoop seemed engaged. Or nervous. "Go on, Smokekite." Hazelwish meowed, breaking some tensionin two. She didn't look displeased with his dispositions just yet, but soon enough, the elder would be considered senile. Just wait til you hear what he has to say.. "I certainly do have hopes that this isn't about swimming to the island." he looked at her kittens; those frail kittens, and turned back, her glare burning into ebony cinder. "C'mon. He's just an old..." Oakhollow stopped before he would get too cocky. It feels great to not be sick after being plauged of unspeakable horrors since ten moons ago. He was sick for almost a full four seasons! No, he was sick for five seasons. Horrible! "So, I don't understand the poin', but could you help us out by tellin' us what's up...?" Oakhollow had this similar 'what, and why' attitude that most other cats shared. "It's about the destiny of our Clan." Beetlestar reassured him.
"So.." Pertelswoop seemed lightly aggravated, which was definitely unlike herself. "Smokekite, please explain." the young molly fidgeted in the presence of her long-term crush, but wasn't affirmed that she would be intimidated. "It'th not that twofold!" the outraged tom scolded her. "Touch your notheth to the pool, to see your rippleth dethiny unfold!" he screeched, shoving poor Rhubarbwhistle's nose onto the riverside. A large ripple formed on the surface of the water, and the entirety of the river ached with terror. Then it glowed. Hootkit began screaming in joy, and Hazelwish tried desperately to keep his mouth shut. "Hello? What's this light." More of a statement than a question, for it had been rhetorical. It was just a light shining off the circular river. On the bird's eye view, the island looked like an eclipsed moon. "This is strange," Rhubarbwhistle finally broke free of his grasp, and backed off. As her nose left the water, the light of the river also faded.
"Thee!?" Smokekite bellowed, and beckoned another cat to touch their nose to the pool. "Actually, no, Smokekite." Beetlestar didn't look as cheerful as she was, moments ago. "We don't know what this means. StarClan must give us a dream to prove what their worth is. What if it's nothing but a natural phenomenon?" Other cats generally started a slow nod.
Sedgekit's jaw dropped for the first time, and her eyes were half-on Rhubarbwhistle and partcially on Beetlestar. "What even was that?" "Ma, I'm scared.. what was that light?"
Eelkit was the only one who was mildly amused. She came running towards Rhubarbwhistle, in glee. "Boy, that was a spectacle!" she jumped up and down, giggling madly. "Wow!"
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Oakhollow and Pertelswoop go on a border patrol. Beetlestar, Slateslide and Harrowbranch go on a hunting patrol. Beetlestar asks StarClan for anyone- perhaps an apprentice, in the Moonpool. Smokekite looks after the kits while Hazelwish 'goes to fetch herbs'.
{ooc/ i really want this kitty. like really. or this kitty. or this one.}(Your border patrol was uneventful.)
(Your hunting patrol caught x1 goose!)
(StarClan has given you an apprentice.)
(Hazelwish gathered x1 stick.)