CaC - Roleplay thread - Calling all cats,Calling all clans -

[Katrione]

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~Many Voices Crying Out As One~

"I'll catch up with you guys later." Witheredstalk mewed to Hemlockheart and the other members of the hunting patrol. Hemlockheart looked at the cinnamon and ginger she-cat, an unreadable look on his face before he nodded, hurrying to catch up with the others.

The Echoclan she-cat watched them leave before turning, scenting the air. She had caught her mother's scent here and decided to see where it went. The fur along her spine started to bristle in anxiousness as the scent brought her to the gathering place. She hasn't gone to a gathering in a while though...

Witheredstalk's eyes narrowed when she picked up the scent of a Witherclan cat mingled with Sunnyflower's. This smells familiar... She thought, sniffing at the Witherclan cat's scent. I've met this cat before... Oh, what was his name?... Rabbitwish? Why is he meeting with Sunnyflower?

Her eyes widened in shock. I-Is he my father?! The cinnamon and ginger warrior turned quickly on her heels, stalking towards Witherclan territory, deciding that it was time for her to learn the truth.

The young cinnamon and ginger molly quietly slunk through Witherclan's territory, keeping her ears pricked to pick up any sound and her nose close to the ground to pick up any fading scent.

Witheredstalk lashed her tail triumphantly when she caught the scent trail of the Witherclan medicine cat that she was looking for.

The Echoclan warrior stood at the edge of the clearing, watching as he plucked herbs from the ground or off of stems.

"Are you my father?"

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Blazefur frowned at the news that one of Chestnutstar's kits had failed one of their training sessions. "Hopefully Chestnutstar's kit can catch up quickly." He mewed, touching his tail to her shoulder.

"So what have you been up to since I last saw you?"

[eltonn]

Smoothpetal
Blissheart
Cottonbush
Rabbitwish

Webwing
Shadepaw
Laurelcloud
Witheredstalk

Witherclan



The brown shecat had been absentmindedly wrapping her paw in larger and larger swaths of cobwebs, resulting in a huge mass that would be in no way useful in the near future. A sweet scent drifted across the wind, and it took seconds for her to recognize it. "Webwing!" Smoothpetal yelped, standing up and almost toppling over due to the mass of cobwebs around her paw. "Um-uh! Y-yeah! We didn't have much left, and I- I figured we might need more!" The medicine cat inhaled quickly, her eyes flitting down to the massive amount of webs on her paw. "But- you're right. I lost my train of thought and collected a wee bit much.." Smoothpetal admitted, twitching her whiskers humorously. She was in that moment glad for the tom's difficult hearing; it gave her a bit of consolation that he could not hear the frantic pounding of her heart. Smoothpetal sat, attempting to act natural as she began to unwind the extra webs from her paw. "..What was I thinking..?" She muttered, although she knew full well what had distracted her from her duties, and he was standing just across the border. The brown shecat mewed in a nonchalant manner, attempting to make small talk. "Seen anything interesting in them recently?" She was referring to the cobwebs that Webwing often gazed into.

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The new warrior held his tail high, trotting along the Pineclan border. He was proud of his name, and kept on repeating it under his breath. "Blissheart.. BlISSheart.. BlissHEART.." His voice varied each time as he tested it. Suddenly, the pale tom, who was supposed to be patrolling, stopped. "Hi, Shadepaw!" Blissheart mewed cheerily to his friend. "Long time no see!"

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Cottonbush held his head like a king, as if he owned the dry lands he stalked across. He was SUPPOSED to be patrolling with Blissheart, but the kind tom had disappeared moments after they set out, and Cottonbush had no interest in finding him. His scent trail had led to the Pineclan border, but that didn't matter. They were supposed to be patrolling that area anyways. The white, fluffy tom paused, gazing across the border with challenge in his eyes. Marblefur tried it on Tumbleclan's land, and died. It's stupid of you to think you could survive. But... The thought of the shecats back at camp swooning over his bravery at hunting on Pineclan land was too great. The white tom smirked, taking a step over the border. And that step would change his life.

Growing bolder, he padded two foxlengths onto Pineclan's land, his expression growing more smug by the second. Ha! I am a brave warrior! Take that, Marblefur! Take that, Pineclan! The ground turned to grass as he traveled, and the thick forest was mere tail lengths away before he knew it. Alright, time to shine.. The tom lifted his nose, scenting the air. Catching the traces of a squirrel, he ventured deeper onto the land, his pride swelling with each pawstride.

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Rabbitwish had been stripping the leaves off of a patch of dandelion stalks, his mind quite cheerful for once. His search for Midday was well planned, and he couldn't wait to see his mentor's overjoyed face when he brought her back to camp. Of course, he needed a cover, which was why he was collecting dandelion. It would be weird to tell Dawnglow that he had gone out searching for her sister, so he decided to tell her he stumbled upon the queen while searching for herbs.

A mew interrupted his work, and with the strong winds, it was hard to decipher who was speaking. But he heard the voice clearly. "Are you my father?" it called out to him. Rabbitwish chuckled, twitching his whiskers. "Of course not, Eaglepaw. We may have similar pelts, but I am a medicine cat, and can assure you that I am n-" As he spoke to what he thought was Ravencoat's grandson, the medicine cat turned. Of course it was rational for him to think Eaglepaw was the speaker; the tom did not know his father, and Rabbitwish was one of the few brown toms in the clan. But the cat that greeted his gaze was not who he had expected. Witheredstalk. His face fell. "What are you doing here? I could tell Squirrelstar, you know. I'm sure she'd be elated that her granddaughter was sneaking around some other clan's territory."

[Katrione]

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~Many Voices Crying Out As One~

"I've been sneaking into other Clan territories since I was a moon old." Witheredstalk mewed. "Squirrelstar will scold me and keep me from the next gathering but that isn't much of a punishment."

The cinnamon and ginger she-cat stared at Rabbitwish through slotted olive green eyes. "Answer my question, Rabbitwish. Are you my father? I found your scent with Sunnyflower's at the gathering place."

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Blazefur frowned at the news that one of Chestnutstar's kits had failed one of their training sessions. "Hopefully Chestnutstar's kit can catch up quickly." He mewed, touching his tail to her shoulder.

"So what have you been up to since I last saw you?"

[eltonn]

Smoothpetal
Blissheart
Cottonbush
Rabbitwish

Webwing
Shadepaw
Laurelcloud
Witheredstalk

Witherclan



The brown shecat had been absentmindedly wrapping her paw in larger and larger swaths of cobwebs, resulting in a huge mass that would be in no way useful in the near future. A sweet scent drifted across the wind, and it took seconds for her to recognize it. "Webwing!" Smoothpetal yelped, standing up and almost toppling over due to the mass of cobwebs around her paw. "Um-uh! Y-yeah! We didn't have much left, and I- I figured we might need more!" The medicine cat inhaled quickly, her eyes flitting down to the massive amount of webs on her paw. "But- you're right. I lost my train of thought and collected a wee bit much.." Smoothpetal admitted, twitching her whiskers humorously. She was in that moment glad for the tom's difficult hearing; it gave her a bit of consolation that he could not hear the frantic pounding of her heart. Smoothpetal sat, attempting to act natural as she began to unwind the extra webs from her paw. "..What was I thinking..?" She muttered, although she knew full well what had distracted her from her duties, and he was standing just across the border. The brown shecat mewed in a nonchalant manner, attempting to make small talk. "Seen anything interesting in them recently?" She was referring to the cobwebs that Webwing often gazed into.

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The new warrior held his tail high, trotting along the Pineclan border. He was proud of his name, and kept on repeating it under his breath. "Blissheart.. BlISSheart.. BlissHEART.." His voice varied each time as he tested it. Suddenly, the pale tom, who was supposed to be patrolling, stopped. "Hi, Shadepaw!" Blissheart mewed cheerily to his friend. "Long time no see!"

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Cottonbush held his head like a king, as if he owned the dry lands he stalked across. He was SUPPOSED to be patrolling with Blissheart, but the kind tom had disappeared moments after they set out, and Cottonbush had no interest in finding him. His scent trail had led to the Pineclan border, but that didn't matter. They were supposed to be patrolling that area anyways. The white, fluffy tom paused, gazing across the border with challenge in his eyes. Marblefur tried it on Tumbleclan's land, and died. It's stupid of you to think you could survive. But... The thought of the shecats back at camp swooning over his bravery at hunting on Pineclan land was too great. The white tom smirked, taking a step over the border. And that step would change his life.

Growing bolder, he padded two foxlengths onto Pineclan's land, his expression growing more smug by the second. Ha! I am a brave warrior! Take that, Marblefur! Take that, Pineclan! The ground turned to grass as he traveled, and the thick forest was mere tail lengths away before he knew it. Alright, time to shine.. The tom lifted his nose, scenting the air. Catching the traces of a squirrel, he ventured deeper onto the land, his pride swelling with each pawstride.

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"That doesn't make it right. And I seem to remember this is the third time you've been caught on Witherclan land." Rabbitwish frowned, turning back to his herbs. The kits weren't supposed to know. But he didn't know how to keep it any longer. Stall. "What makes you think that the medicine cat, of all cats, from another clan would be your father? Especially when you have a father in your own clan. Stagstep, I believe?" The tom stripped three leaves off of a dandelion stalk at once, with a bit more force than he had meant. "Yes, I saw your mother at the gathering place during gatherings, just like anycat would. And sometimes while I would gather herbs, she would be there. The gathering place is an unowned area; anycat can go there at any time. She's quite kind. Are you trying to say you think she would lie to you?"

[Katrione]

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~Many Voices Crying Out As One~

"Stagstep isn't my father, I know it. If he was my father, I would love him but I feel nothing more for him than I would any other clanmate. I definitely know he isn't Sparkkit's father, she was born a moon or so after Bayfur had Stagstep's kits."

"The most recent scent I found of both of you together was from around the same time Sparkkit was born." Witheredstalk retorted, her tail lashing.

~~~

Blazefur frowned at the news that one of Chestnutstar's kits had failed one of their training sessions. "Hopefully Chestnutstar's kit can catch up quickly." He mewed, touching his tail to her shoulder.

"So what have you been up to since I last saw you?"

[eltonn]

Smoothpetal
Blissheart
Cottonbush
Rabbitwish

Webwing
Shadepaw
Laurelcloud
Witheredstalk

Witherclan



The brown shecat had been absentmindedly wrapping her paw in larger and larger swaths of cobwebs, resulting in a huge mass that would be in no way useful in the near future. A sweet scent drifted across the wind, and it took seconds for her to recognize it. "Webwing!" Smoothpetal yelped, standing up and almost toppling over due to the mass of cobwebs around her paw. "Um-uh! Y-yeah! We didn't have much left, and I- I figured we might need more!" The medicine cat inhaled quickly, her eyes flitting down to the massive amount of webs on her paw. "But- you're right. I lost my train of thought and collected a wee bit much.." Smoothpetal admitted, twitching her whiskers humorously. She was in that moment glad for the tom's difficult hearing; it gave her a bit of consolation that he could not hear the frantic pounding of her heart. Smoothpetal sat, attempting to act natural as she began to unwind the extra webs from her paw. "..What was I thinking..?" She muttered, although she knew full well what had distracted her from her duties, and he was standing just across the border. The brown shecat mewed in a nonchalant manner, attempting to make small talk. "Seen anything interesting in them recently?" She was referring to the cobwebs that Webwing often gazed into.

-

The new warrior held his tail high, trotting along the Pineclan border. He was proud of his name, and kept on repeating it under his breath. "Blissheart.. BlISSheart.. BlissHEART.." His voice varied each time as he tested it. Suddenly, the pale tom, who was supposed to be patrolling, stopped. "Hi, Shadepaw!" Blissheart mewed cheerily to his friend. "Long time no see!"

-

Cottonbush held his head like a king, as if he owned the dry lands he stalked across. He was SUPPOSED to be patrolling with Blissheart, but the kind tom had disappeared moments after they set out, and Cottonbush had no interest in finding him. His scent trail had led to the Pineclan border, but that didn't matter. They were supposed to be patrolling that area anyways. The white, fluffy tom paused, gazing across the border with challenge in his eyes. Marblefur tried it on Tumbleclan's land, and died. It's stupid of you to think you could survive. But... The thought of the shecats back at camp swooning over his bravery at hunting on Pineclan land was too great. The white tom smirked, taking a step over the border. And that step would change his life.

Growing bolder, he padded two foxlengths onto Pineclan's land, his expression growing more smug by the second. Ha! I am a brave warrior! Take that, Marblefur! Take that, Pineclan! The ground turned to grass as he traveled, and the thick forest was mere tail lengths away before he knew it. Alright, time to shine.. The tom lifted his nose, scenting the air. Catching the traces of a squirrel, he ventured deeper onto the land, his pride swelling with each pawstride.

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"So you're basing all of this on the fact that you don't love the tom you call father?" Rabbitwish mewed. "And does this mean that I must be your father because you.. I am sorry, but it sounds like you are implying you love a cat that you barely kn-ow." He fought to keep his voice from breaking at the end, but lost. It hurt the tom that he didn't know his own children, but at the chance given to him to tell them the truth, he couldn't say it. Rabbitwish took a breath. "And what would you do if your suspicions turned out to be true?"

[deimido]

pínєclαn
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Shadepaw crouched to view the underside of a juniper bush, trying to spot any of the dark blue berries to gather and bring back home. She figured it'd be nice to bring home something for the queens to eat as juniper berries were used to sooth aching stomachs and she needed them for her own sake as well. She hated wasting all the herbs known to sooth minds in the medicine den, so she made it a mission to collect a small store only meant for herself to use. The black medicine cat apprentice felt her ear twitch as she overheard a familiar voice approaching the PineClan border, giggling to herself as she made out Blissheart's loud mew repeat his name, she assumed he must have just recently received it. Berries forgotten, she rose to her paws to go and greet her pale tabby friend, a genuine smile on her face as he heard his cheerful greeting to her. "Blisspaw! It's great to see you!" She responded, feeling the most lighthearted she had in moons. "Or is it Blissheart now?" She mewed with a glimmer of amusement in her blue eyes.
[ blissheart of witherclan ]

Laurelcloud was on a border patrol with both Lizardstripe and Larkclaw, feeling just the tiniest bit of self-consciousness as she realized her pure white pelt stood out greatly compared to the dark tabby coats of her Clanmates and the dark green forests around her. With a shake of the head, she told herself not to think about that right now and focus on her patrol. She recently grabbed the attention of her leader lately as she took notice of her hardworking demeanor, and Laurelcloud really wanted to keep this budding reputation of hers up. At the mew of Larkclaw, she let out a curious trill as she wondered what was wrong. After he mentioned he scented the faint smell of squirrel, she told him that she would go try and catch it herself while her two friends continued patrolling. The white cat casually trotted towards the closest area of the squirrel scent, slowing to a stop when she detected the scent of another cat in her territory. 'Maybe it's a passing loner? No... this one has a more distinguished smell.' As she searched through her memories of where she scented the new cat before, Laurelcloud silently crept the truck of a pine tree and crouched on one of the lower branches as she prepared to pounce on the intruder. Her blue eyes scanned the area as she stayed deathly quiet until she could sight the cat. 'I'm sure they're chasing that squirrel! I'll just wait until they're right under me before I do anything.'
[ cottonbush of witherclan ]

Weaselstorm shook out his brown-and-white pelt before entering, the feeling of wet fur caused great discomfort for the medicine cat as he didn't fancy how heavy and cold it made him feel. At least the fox den that Hearthflame had directed them to was shelter enough from the rain, thank StarClan for that. He felt a tiny shiver go down his back as he realized that this was the first time he'd be in such close proximity with the SoulClan medicine cat, and with warm cheeks he supposed he had to thank the rain for giving him the opportunity for that too before joining Hearthflame inside. He wasn't sure it him that felt so warm or if it was den, all Weaselstorm knew at the moment was that his mind and heart felt like they were racing. He mentally cursed himself for being so flustered, he had no idea what an effect Hearthflame had on him until now. He was so focused on his feelings that he nearly missed the black tom's question. "Huh? Oh, we're doing well. Shadepaw's feeling a little better, though I don't think she'll ever be the same as she used to be." He responded, frowning at the thought of his depressed apprentice and how quickly the conversation turned dark. Though it wasn't like Hearthflame would have anything bright to say either, not after his mentor's death.

(im sorry for taking so long to respond ! ^^;)
[ hearthflame of soulclan ]

At least the tom didn't immediately leap out at strike at Ratpaw the minute he spoke, perhaps he misjudged all of StreamClan's cats simply because he was told that they were enemies with his Clan. Feeling foolish at himself, Ratpaw sighed before taking a good luck at the tom. Twoface, he thought the name fit him - as he had a large ginger patch on the one side of his face which stood out against his mostly black fur. He looked around his age too, which definitely made this a lot less awkward for him. "And I'm Ratpaw, of PineClan." He replied, dipping his head in greeting like Twoface had done. "It's uh - nice to meet you!" He added, chuckling a little awkwardly.
[ twoface of streamclan ]

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[justice'n'joy]

Twoface sniffed the tom before him. He smelled mostly of pines. Well duh, he was from PineClan! But he also smelled sweet. Like flowers. Or... mice. "So... why'd they name you Ratpaw?" He asked suddenly. He sat back on his haunches, making sure to stay on StreamClan territory.

[deimido]

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Ratpaw felt embarrassed as he felt the StreamClan tom sniff at him, he briefly hoped that he at least smelled decent, he'd feel better if he left tonight knowing that he left a good impression on a warrior from an enemy Clan. Of course he was still uncomfortable, but he was too polite to actually say that to him. He waited until Twoface pulled away, where the tom then asked a question out of the blue that left Ratpaw have to deal with sour memories of the past PineClan leader again. He was never able to understand what the leader hated about him, or why she would stare at him in anger every time he dared face a paw step in her daughter Shadepaw's direction. Or why she tended to stare at him with a saddened and blank expression when she though he wasn't looking, all he knew was that she hated him. Even the name he wore now was a reflection of her hatred: she thought of him as a pest. "Oh, it's probably because of my pelt color." He ended up saying, which wasn't a total lie really. Rats could come in black. Ratpaw didn't want to linger on the origins of his name any longer, so he flipped the subject to Twoface. "And how'd you get your name? I mean, I think I already know. But I'd like to hear the answer from you."
[ twoface of streamclan ]

Shadepaw crouched to view the underside of a juniper bush, trying to spot any of the dark blue berries to gather and bring back home. She figured it'd be nice to bring home something for the queens to eat as juniper berries were used to sooth aching stomachs and she needed them for her own sake as well. She hated wasting all the herbs known to sooth minds in the medicine den, so she made it a mission to collect a small store only meant for herself to use. The black medicine cat apprentice felt her ear twitch as she overheard a familiar voice approaching the PineClan border, giggling to herself as she made out Blissheart's loud mew repeat his name, she assumed he must have just recently received it. Berries forgotten, she rose to her paws to go and greet her pale tabby friend, a genuine smile on her face as he heard his cheerful greeting to her. "Blisspaw! It's great to see you!" She responded, feeling the most lighthearted she had in moons. "Or is it Blissheart now?" She mewed with a glimmer of amusement in her blue eyes.
[ blissheart of witherclan ]

Laurelcloud was on a border patrol with both Lizardstripe and Larkclaw, feeling just the tiniest bit of self-consciousness as she realized her pure white pelt stood out greatly compared to the dark tabby coats of her Clanmates and the dark green forests around her. With a shake of the head, she told herself not to think about that right now and focus on her patrol. She recently grabbed the attention of her leader lately as she took notice of her hardworking demeanor, and Laurelcloud really wanted to keep this budding reputation of hers up. At the mew of Larkclaw, she let out a curious trill as she wondered what was wrong. After he mentioned he scented the faint smell of squirrel, she told him that she would go try and catch it herself while her two friends continued patrolling. The white cat casually trotted towards the closest area of the squirrel scent, slowing to a stop when she detected the scent of another cat in her territory. 'Maybe it's a passing loner? No... this one has a more distinguished smell.' As she searched through her memories of where she scented the new cat before, Laurelcloud silently crept the truck of a pine tree and crouched on one of the lower branches as she prepared to pounce on the intruder. Her blue eyes scanned the area as she stayed deathly quiet until she could sight the cat. 'I'm sure they're chasing that squirrel! I'll just wait until they're right under me before I do anything.'
[ cottonbush of witherclan ]

Weaselstorm shook out his brown-and-white pelt before entering, the feeling of wet fur caused great discomfort for the medicine cat as he didn't fancy how heavy and cold it made him feel. At least the fox den that Hearthflame had directed them to was shelter enough from the rain, thank StarClan for that. He felt a tiny shiver go down his back as he realized that this was the first time he'd be in such close proximity with the SoulClan medicine cat, and with warm cheeks he supposed he had to thank the rain for giving him the opportunity for that too before joining Hearthflame inside. He wasn't sure it him that felt so warm or if it was den, all Weaselstorm knew at the moment was that his mind and heart felt like they were racing. He mentally cursed himself for being so flustered, he had no idea what an effect Hearthflame had on him until now. He was so focused on his feelings that he nearly missed the black tom's question. "Huh? Oh, we're doing well. Shadepaw's feeling a little better, though I don't think she'll ever be the same as she used to be." He responded, frowning at the thought of his depressed apprentice and how quickly the conversation turned dark. Though it wasn't like Hearthflame would have anything bright to say either, not after his mentor's death.

(im sorry for taking so long to respond ! ^^;)
[ hearthflame of soulclan ]

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[justice'n'joy]

Twoface smiled. "Well, I actually have two extra toes. Six on each forepaw." He mewed, showing Ratpaw his right paw and splaying his toes. "Ripplestar, the ignorant leader, thought it was because I had two colours in my face... Maybe your names Ratpaw because you're the opposite? You're actually pretty cool... for a PineClan apprentice." The warrior meowed seriously.