by Cradily » Wed Apr 01, 2020 5:09 am
OakClan
Sunflare nodded. "You're probably right." Hearing that Cedartail and Lynxfoot had gone silent, he turned back to them. "You know, Cedartail, Lynxfoot, you're both fine young cats. Have you ever thought about settling down, starting a family?"
Dustkit unsteadily rose to her own paws as her brother tumbled towards her and made her way over to him as fast as her little paws would carry her. She sniffed his head, trying to make sure he was okay.
Riverstripe simply nodded to acknowledge the she-cat's thanks, finally deciding to pick up Ivypaw's fish as well before following his Clanmates back to camp. Once there, he dropped the prey on the fresh-kill in relief, glad to be able to breathe through his mouth once again. He glanced around camp; he didn't see Beestar anymore, concluding that she must be back in her den with her kits. Should he tell her what happened? Did she even know that Bearpaw was missing? Blizzardclaw had only found out right as they were about to leave camp, and had rushed out in a panic, so probably not. She didn't tell me what happened two moons ago, he remembered with a pang of hurt, but he swallowed it back. This was no time to be petty. He made his way to the leader's den and slowly peeked inside to see the queen gently grooming her kits. He nearly ducked out, as if he'd seen something he shouldn't have, but forced himself to hold his ground. "Beestar?" he called quietly. "May I come in?"
(Just combining Tigerblaze's and Splashfeather's posts at this point)
"We will," Tigerblaze assured Jackdawpaw. To Splashfeather's surprise, the senior warrior didn't take the lead again, but rather followed his apprentice silently. Perhaps he thought there was no need to lead anymore, seeing as they had found a trail that, if undisturbed, would seemingly lead straight to Bearpaw. The tortoiseshell bounded after the two toms, feeling a mixture of hope and anxiety at the sight of the bloodied trail. It looked as if another cat had dragged her away--to safety, she hoped. But if Bearpaw had been injured that badly, were they too late? She hoped to StarClan that they weren't.
EagleClan
"Alright," Nightwish agreed, already turning to head in the opposite direction. As they walked along silently, their paws crunching through the snow, she decided to break the silence. "I was surprised when you chose to go with me instead of Russetswirl. You two are close, huh?" There was a slight purr in her tone, as if she were teasing the older warrior.
After scraping dirt and snow over her cardinal, Littleflower continued onward. She managed to find and catch a sparrow not long afterwards, which she buried as well before eventually running into Quiverheart again and silently joining the younger she-cat. For a moment she said nothing, not wanting to scare off or miss any prey that could be nearby, but finally she decided to break the silence. "By the way, I was wondering if you knew what was going on with Mistflower earlier. She seemed kind of down, but I didn't know why."
(Wow all this time I thought Wolfpaw was a tom)
Darkpaw wasn't sure whether he should be happy or not that Deertail was sending him with Wolfpaw rather than himself. Mentors almost always stuck with their apprentices, and even more so, apprentices were hardly ever sent off by themselves. But then again, perhaps Deertail was giving him what he wanted--treating him less like an apprentice and more like a warrior. Or maybe he just doesn't want to deal with me, or he wants to have a word with Goldenrose about earlier, he thought bitterly. I don't care, he decided, shaking his head. I don't want to be around him either. "Of course," he replied to Goldenrose before turning to her apprentice. "Come on, Wolfpaw." He gave Wolfpaw a nudge as he began to head in the opposite direction.
(Shoot, Daydream and Browntail were both looking for Southstar lmao. Scratch my last post for him.)
Southstar watched Streamspot go before allowing his gaze to sweep over the rest of camp, finally settling on Browntail. Discomfort prickled beneath his pelt. He had barely spoken to the brown tabby she-cat in the past couple of moons, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to. The camp was mostly empty now, so perhaps it would be the best time; there were things weighing heavily on his chest--and probably hers, too--that he wanted to get off. But he couldn't bring himself to approach her, and turned away instead, heading for the medicine cat's den. He would speak to her later; for now he wanted to check up on Daydream and the sick cats he was treating. Silversnow had fallen ill first, but what had started out as a few coughs here and there had quickly progressed to constant coughing fits, exhaustion, loss of appetite, and finally a fever. The queen had been showing signs of decreasing health for the last two moons with Daydream being unable to diagnose a particular cause, so when her symptoms began growing worse all of a sudden, her family hadn't even considered the fact that it might be contagious. Her mate and three kits, who were all now apprentices, had been spending time with her every day, so by the time Daydream figured out that the she-cat had greencough, it was too late. Reedwhisker was the next to fall sick, followed by Gingerpaw, Blossompaw, and Rustypaw, and now the whole family had been quarantined in the medicine den. Southstar's heart ached for them, but also for Daydream; he was one tom, trying to take care of five cats. It had to be hard. "Daydream?" He poked his head into the den.
