- weather: leaf-bare.
leaf-bare has almost come to a close! the snow is just beginning to melt, and animals are starting to venture out of their shelters. prey will be easier to find!
Salmonn.Fishie wrote:"And here is the Clan" His Muzzle pointed to the surroundings, Saying the den names one by one. "Thank you, Cedarstar. Its an honor. Im Dusk, By the way." He bowed his head respectively, Waiting for Orders. "Alright Dust, Ill send you on a hunt, To test your skills. Be off now," Cedarstar Pointed Dusk East, Watching him go off.
[Dusk goes hunting]
[Cedarstar prepares to give Dusk his Warrior name (Duskpelt)
- dusk caught a mouse and a squirrel!
[ in your fresh-kill pile, you list 'deer,' which cats do not eat. please change it to one of the possible types of prey listed on the front page. ]
Avisowl wrote:Sunlight padded along side her deputy smiling "You are a very strong cat, I'm glad to have thought as my deputy." Roachjaw nodded, his mind wandering off into darkness. Gingerflight psdded bahind the two cats, anxiously watching Roachjaw her suspicious thoughts flooded her mind. She shook her head and looked at Sunlight and then the deputy. "Sunlight, I'm going to search for clanmates, to make our clan even strong." he quietly padded away after getting Sunlight's approval, stealing a quick glare at Gingerfeather. Sunlight and Gingerfeather continued to hunt side by side.
Cloudmask quietly cleaned the medicine den, his eyes flickering with excitement. His mind quickened with thoughts of Gingerfeather, not having a clue it was wrong.
{Roachjaw searches for clanmates}
{Gingerfeather And Sunlight hunt}
{one rabbit is eaten}
- roachjaw found a warrior!
gingerfeather and sunlight caught a rabbit and a shrew!
Grey_Hoodie wrote:πΎ
He couldnβt feel the pads of his paws anymore. Walking for days probably hadnβt helped, but the ground, hardened with the dropping temperatures, demanded the tom quicken his pace lest his lose his legs to the frost. A blinding glare from the sunβs reflection on the snow had kept the tomβs head up and eyes squinted despite the exhaustion and strain evident in his neck and shoulders. Even with a thick, protective coat, he could still feel his chest and underbelly beginning to burn in spite of the cold air circulating around him. The odd mixture of temperatures and sensations had pushed him far past the brief irritation he had first felt when heβd entered the forest of giants and realized that there were very few spots for him to flee to when the weather became too harsh for him.
He couldnβt stop though, wouldnβt. By day, the tom couldnβt do much except wander about between the colossal trees and doze briefly when his body gave up on him, but by night, the moon shone brightly on the frozen stream beside him. Its light crafted a long silvery trail that ran up the length of the stream, and the tom was certain he was following a path laid down by Starclan for it never faded and was only ever broken by inevitable strips of shadow cast down by the trees. While he couldnβt be sure as to what his ancestors wanted from him, the ruddy cat knew that they would have offered him another sign if he had done anything against their wishes.
Glancing up, the tom could see the sky shifting colors into something darker, cooler. The day was ending and another long night awaited him, yet the cat rejoiced. Normally he didnβt favor the winter months, but the longer hours of darkness felt essential to him as he tailed along after the moonβs light. But suddenly the path vanished, swallowed up by a sudden coming of clouds. They didnβt threaten a storm, but the tom took the message clearly and stopped moving. He waited for another sign, bouncing from paw to paw to keep warm as the temperature dropped steadily more. It came in the form of a soft beam of light tracing the outline of an outstretched tree root partially covered by snow.
At first, the tom couldnβt really follow what his ancestors meant by showing him it, but as he stepped towards the root, the forest floor flooded with soft moonlight and a glow seemed to rise up from the snow like a praise before it softened again. At the end of this root, another one was highlighted, and the cat paced forward with little pause. He continued to follow the new trail set down for him until his path was suddenly obstructed by a fallen redwood too massive for him to climb over - even if his paws were in working order. Befuddled, the tom searched the grounds for another way around, but there was nothing except the log aglow. He could feel his fur bristling with agitation, and while he was aware that a lack of sleep was definitely influencing his temper, the ruddy tom couldnβt believe that Starclan would just guide him to the middle of nowhere to sit in front of a dead tree and preen happily like that was what they had meant to do.
The cat paced before the fallen log, finally tossing his head back to glare at the skies. If the cold air wasnβt causing his throat to constantly spasm and ache, the tom would have screeched his discontentment to his ancestors until his voice gave out. His eyes followed the movement of the clouds, desperate for some other clue from Starclan, and he watched as they slowly closed up the sky until only a couple stars were left visible. The cat waited a moment more before he realized that nothing was changing, and his eyes were slowly drawn from star to star. There were three of them huddled up together to form a triangle with another brighter one sitting just below the formation. In another gap in the clouds, there was a line of four more stars with the far most left resting slightly above the others.
But as the tom switched to study the very last star, his vision suddenly blurred and his senses were engulfed with abrupt white light. His eyelids felt extremely heavy and an oddly comfortable weight seemed to settle over the tomβs body even as it began to buzz with the need to move. There was a steady slow pulse that passed just beneath his fur and seemed to resonate within his chest. The ruddy cat couldnβt gather the mind to really pay attention to it, but as the pulses grew stronger, he grasped at the realization that they seemed to be counting up toward something.
The final and heaviest beat left the tom feeling nearly overwhelmed with a contentment and pride that didnβt seem to belong to him, but the cat snuggled into himself to try and hold onto the feeling even as it faded away. Dragging his heavy eyelids open, the tom first wondered when he had actually laid down to sleep since he usually just fell over whenever he couldnβt walk on any further. Then he caught sight of a pair of long, tawny legs almost entirely swathed by new snowfall in the earliest light of morning. As the flurries fell, the tom registered that he couldnβt actually feel their cold bite, and he became convinced that he was dreaming when the coyote before him still hadnβt snatched him up and eaten him.
The coyote lowered its head to catch the tomβs eye, and its ears pricked forward with curiosity. The tom could feel something of a memory pulling at him, but it vanished before he could focus on it. The canine in front of him gave a series of short, excited barks before prancing around the cat in a circle, and the tomβs attention was drawn to dark stains around the coyoteβs maw. Even though it showed no interest in harming him, the tom couldnβt shake the sinister feeling surrounding the coyote. The catβs fur puffed up unconsciously, and he raised a paw threateningly, daring the coyote to come closer. The coyote only offered a short whine in response before it trotted away, seemingly carrying the rest of the night sky and stars with it.
With a simple blink, the ruddy tomβs eyes trailed the path the coyote had taken only to find the snow unmarred and free of paw prints. His gaze rose toward the lightening skies, aware now that he was now actually awake, and he realized with a sudden jolt of alarm exactly what Starclan had given him and what was now expected of him. He knew he shouldnβt doubt his ancestorsβ decisions, but the tom couldnβt help but fret over the idea that he may not have been the best choice for this role. The tom breathed out a shaky sigh and rolled to his feet, leaning heavily against the redwood log as he waited for his paws to return from being pricked with phantom needles.
βIβll try my best,β he croaked, voice strained by the ache in his throat, βto continue the Clansβ legacy and redeem myself as Coyoteβ¦ star.β Just thinking about the new position Starclan had fitted him into was causing the tom to anxiously run through what his last clanβs leaders had done in their lifetime so that he might be at least somewhat prepared to take up his new responsibilities. In the midst of his storm of thoughts, the ruddy catβs stomach gurgled and the tom was at once reminded of the fact that his last meal had been a couple days ago. Giving a hoarse, almost hysterical chuckle, the tom sauntered out into the massive forest with his scent hanging heavy behind him so he wouldnβt lose the massive redwood log Starclan had led him to, "I'll figure out where to start when I get back."[Coyotestar decides to hunt. Coyotestar searches for other cats.]
- coyotestar caught a squirrel!
coyotestar found a warrior!
Dinolil1 wrote:MoorClanBramblefur lay on the roof of the snow-dappled house, staring forlornly at the distance. Although he could barely remember his clan nowadays, the tabby tom still missed the forests and the trees that sheltered them from the howl and roar of the wind. Out here on the moors, there was no protection and you were at the sky's mercy; snow tinged the tips of his whiskers and Bramblefur could no longer feel his paws. Tucking them under his belly for warmth, Bramblefur stared at the dipping and rising horizon and wondered how far it stretched. Had Snailstep and Nettlefang both managed to flee far away, unable to ever be found ever again?
And which one of them had done the deed? It was a cold-blooded deed and one that Bramblefur couldn't let roll out of his tongue for the fear of having Ternpaw's body flash by his eyes again. He knew that most thought it was Nettlefang, he'd killed cats before and Bramblefur could see why he'd do it. But Fritillarystar no doubt had some vendetta towards the silver tom and Bramblefur couldn't help but wonder if she was a bit biased in her judgement. Snailstep did leave the patrol and Bramblefur couldn't help but wonder if the death of Ternpaw was linked to his departure. It just had to be; Snailstep did something and Bramblefur knew it.
''Bramblefur!'' cried out Braircloud, clambering up to join him. ''You'll freeze to death up here.'' The long-pelted tom chided softly, slumping by his side. Braircloud knew just how thoughtful his friend could be and that worried him; What if one day Bramblefur spent so long with his head in the clouds that he just...wandered off for good? ''It's my sentry duty today, don't worry.'' Bramblefur smiled, nuzzling Braircloud lovingly. ''Still, I'm gonna keep you company.'' and with that the two toms lay together on the rooftop,
joined by a tranquil devotion to one another.
''You fool! You murdered an apprentice!'' The white molly seethed, her voice as sharp as a hawthorn. Snailstep cringed backwards and stared forlornly at the beautiful cat before him. ''I-I'm sorry.'' The shaggy tom mumbled, shaking his head dazedly. ''Save your pining, it doesn't matter.'' Swanstar sighed, glaring into the darkness that unfurled before her. Within the shadows two figures hunched, bowed and empty-eyed. ''I've got uses for him.'' A whimper and a snarl came from the dark, which she ignored. ''But for now...you need to go back to Moorclan; spread lies, say it was Nettlefang.'' Swanstar grinned. ''Nightclaw did us a favour by bringing him into Moorclan.'' And with that, the two maniacs chuckled like demons into the night.
I swear I will mention Lightning, Swift and Avocet next time!
Braircloud and Bramblefur sentry duty
Uhhh, IDK
- briarcloud and bramblefur found nothing of interest.
Phina D Wolf wrote:
SweetStar flicked his tail as he surveyed the land around him.this was his land, for his clan. SwiftClan. But before he could go about attempting to recruit any cats, he needed something to eat. He slipped into the tall grasses, his grey and white pelt disappearing into the tawny waves of stalks.
- sweetstar caught an ermine!
[ next time, list the actions you want replied to below the story, like "sweetstar hunts" or "sweetstar patrols". that would make things a lot easier for me c: ]