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like a fairy sent from a magical realm, she was the very aura of whimsical enchantment and a quaint charm that seemed to draw even the butterflies of the heavenlies down to the depths of flora and fauna.

dawnflower.

her laughter was a hyptonic lullaby, like the lulling blossom of the rising zephrys against sails that unfurled like budding bluebells in may’s delicate glisten.

and it seemed it all charmed the petite frame of a certain falconflight.
through the azure glare of his strange googles, the little tom chuckled to himself, a murmur still upon his lips.”the gods of the skies blessed her, can’t you see?” truly genuine, falconflight wandered a little ways behind the blessed soul, whose radiance was enough for the patrol to fall silent at her luminescence.

dainty paws upon a thicket of cerise buds, her beam was like the glistening kiss of daylight upon the silhouettes of the waters. footsteps delicate as if the mere brush of her strides would bend and break the forces of flora and fauna, those lapis lazuli eyes crystal-clear as she held a cerise bundle in the chilling caress of leaf-bare.
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dwindling ever-so enchantingly, the auburn swell of duskfall had fallen away like sienna veil descending to reveal the chilling caress of bitingfrost. one bejewelled with shards of ivory and slivers of weeping quartz.

intricate designs had been weaved upon the gnarled edges of the ashen woods… woods still singed with carmine whorl of fluttering flora wilting to the slow and steady nip of bitingfrost. designed by a little tailor that reminded her all too well of that slimy little mink, and lost within were the last gifts of the whimsical gleam of bloomingflower.
(+1 cobwebs, +1 fennel, +1 marigold, +3exp)

and a little ways away, deer, whose soul was of a fawn frolicking through a forest blithe with life and moths seemingly made of paper and silks. who stumbled upon a squirrel adorned with poppies, matching with the auburn swell of duskfall.

and so the chase began.
(+3fp [red squirrel], +3exp)

and it ended with a tumble upon the streets of scarlet a little ways from the one and only hemlock.

“ah, there you are.” seemingly indifferent to deer’s entrance, gaze enthralled with the very essence of a thousand dreamy nights, hemlock shook her head. “come along… shall we? it’s time we find that little spider.”

it didn’t take long… unexpectedly.
as the slimy little mink was before them, writhing like a serpent who had swallowed something too big for them to chew.
(oh no! asphodelspider has gotten a bellyache </3 he needs one herb of the four: chamomile, tansy, marigold feverfew! he will lose -10%hp for every post he goes unhealed!)

you levelled up <3 you earned +2fp, +1 herb, [both of your choice] +1 nr myo!

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[Swishy & Broken]

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sparrowpaw's head swam with what seemed like a million things, what was that?

as he and tinysplash rounded the corner, casting the ruins out of sight-- a good size hare dashed across the path. tinysplash bolted for the prey, instantaneously reacting to the skittering of it's paws along the snowy forest floor. sparrowpaw's mouth dropped open, realizing quickly that there had to be another nearby. the small apprentice bunched up all the power in his paws and dashed forward toward the scent.

as tinysplash triumphantly bit the prey's neck, they spotted a small sparkling item lodged in the snow. with a little effort, they retrieved a blackhole (edit remover) item from pile. content with their findings and catch, they took a peek around hoping to see sparrowpaw sitting nearby-- but no luck.

heavy shuffling paws followed sparrowpaw's movements, an odd smell covering the scent he'd been following. "tinysplash did yo-" an angry bark silenced the apprentice, sending shivers down his spine. he bolted, gunning for a nearby tree. in a panic, the apprentice scrambled away- nearly slipping backwards right into the predator's jaws more than once. "h-help!"

tinysplash's ears flickered back and forth, trying to find the location of their young friend. the wind seemed to be blocking every noise, but an evil scent lingered in the air. alarm prickled tinysplash's pelt as they rushed through the forest to find it-- the fox.

a dark shadow, looming two cats tall stood at the base of the tree. it's fangs dripped with hunger, eyeing the apprentice, before sniffing the air. the dog-like animal turned and began to trot into the forest. it could smell .. or maybe hear.. something easier nearby. a yowl of anger skittered across the forest floor, and a bark of defiance, then silence. sparrowpaw wiggled down the tree and slid through the brush silently. the fox scent danced with that of fear, an odd silence hushing the forest. "sparrowpaw, are you alright?!" tinysplash erupted from the shadows, their lungs heaving. "did you hear that? there's a fox somewhere around here, we have to get back to the clan now."

A fox has attacked Sparrowpaw, but it seems to have wandered away for the time being.
Hurry! Rush back to camp and let your leader know, there's no promises it ran off for good.

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shoreclan...
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the sun had slowly begun to creep over the horizon, casting a soft light over the surging tides. the patrolling cats made sure to keep well away from the volatile waves as they trudged along the shoreline, leaving a scattered array of faint pawprints in the sand behind them. though the remaining members of the previous patrol were still a bit on edge from the previous day's events, they refused to let it shake them. encountering unfriendly strangers could never be ruled out entirely, even with as many precautions as they took to avoid it. hopefully the patrol's last confrontation had been enough to dissuade any more unwelcome outsiders from trespassing for the time being.

but for now, they'd enjoy the calm silence that the morning had brought.

"wait..." abnormality's hushed voice trailed off as they paused in their tracks, the others halted closely behind them. his gaze traveled as it followed the small, recognizable frame of a shrew just ahead of them, its tiny paws scraping across the sands as it poked around a small heap of pebbles nearby. still slightly groggy from the early morning, it had taken a few extra moments for the shrew to register the willowy cat's crouched figure looming over. thankfully, it was all that he needed. [+2fp]

though the patrol remained fairly uneventful, abnormality couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. the last thing that she wanted was for the patrol to have another run-in with an intruder, especially since they were the one leading it this time. even the brief outing was enough to put her, along with the rest of the patrol, a little more at ease.

the faint scent of prey drifted in the breeze and led the patrol to the leftovers of a previous hunt, though it was unsure whether a predator or another cat had left it behind. nonetheless, it was theirs now. fogspark eagerly sprang forward to retrieve it, carefully plucking the remains from within a sparse cluster of familiar, leafy plants. [+1 fp, +1 feverfew, +1 blackberry leaves]

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[Vivika]

✦ LISSIDOM !!

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Even the woods seemed to shiver.

Each and every part of the forest seemed foreign ━ poised for war. Icicles hung from the trees like gnarled fangs, dew oozing like threads of saliva from above. Woody pines crawled with silver serpents, the snow’s weight heavy upon their weary branches. And although distant, a faint rustle pierced the winds.

Pawsteps.

Frantic and wild with the rustle of long curls weaving through grasses, the tread of rushed steps breaking branches, the breathlessness of something desperate. Something running, blundering, through the forest. Something hunted.

“Pineapple.” She nudged the dark whirlwind of curls beside her. His head turned and the weight of those indigo eyes upon hers was… comforting. At least for a second. “Someone’s… here.”

“Who? What… should we get the adults? It looks like they’re almost done with their catch.” His head tilted. “It doesn’t seem like they found any rats if you’re worried.” (+2FP mouse, +2FP mouse, +2FP mouse, +1FP scraps, +1 mallow leaves)

The soft twinkle in his gaze tugged a smile from her.

“I could be wrong. I don’t think I am, but…” Her tail swatted his side as he broke off into a chuckle. “I don’t want to worry the others if it’s nothing. Come━”

A crash splintered the silence.

Snow rushed over her, a tidal wave of frost crashing into her and swallowing her whole. Stumbling back, she blinked, steeling herself from the cold. A form froze before her, blocked by Pinepaw. A stranger.

Ivory frost clung to the stranger’s long shivering curls, tangled and frozen, ruffled by cruel winds. Jagged sticks and leaflets raked her back, snared within the few gold and pecan curls peeking out. But her eyes ━ wide and sunlit. Gold like sun’s aura. Earnest.

“Stars, I’m so sorry! I meant no harm. I━” Her paws shivered upon the ground, clumsy from the cold, but the breathless melody of her voice fought to continue. “I’m Furzetuft. And I came to warn you of a threat.”



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A threat?

“Is this about the rats?” Pinepaw squared his shoulder, chin lifted, although a touch awkward even as the rest of the patrol filed behind him as if silent sentinels. “The village is already aware.”

“They call them the beastmaster.”

A chilled hush fell over her. And against the gentle chime of the stranger’s voice, the words seemed unnatural. An inky poison twisting on her tongue, foreign and double-edged. “The rats… I don’t know if they’re a part of it. They usually summon other creatures.”

Those sunlit eyes caught hers once more, something wild flaring within their depths. “Look, we don’t have much time to plan. They’ve done this before. They’ll send━”

Light fractured, breaking off in shards.

And the rattling hiss rising from the shadows was only the beginning. Eclipsed by the sun, a figure emerged from the shadows. They glided from the heart of the forest, cloaked in a cocoon of shadows, the freckles upon their back cascading like a sheath of iridescent scales. Behind them, darkened creatures followed. Beasts with no true form, twisted and shadowed, jaws gnashing, fangs glistening, claws following their master.

With another hiss, a snake slithered, vibrant scales coiling between their shoulders. They patted the creature with unsheathed claws, a soft coo on their tongue. But their pace didn’t falter. Not one bit.

A ghost of a smirk split their muzzle and they surged forward, beasts at their heels.

The beastmaster was here.


✦ Furzetuft has arrived with a warning (a little too late)! Now, something sinister prowls the forest
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xx.xpinepaw (10% hunger), lily (10% hunger)

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and the the skies wept… tears swollen and surreal as if the mere droplets had morphed into an acrobat.
piroutting as they descended from the ashen canvas above, ribbons fathomed of the writhing, lost silhouettes billowing, adorning the dilated saltwater in an attire completely unfurling with the enchanting essence of imagination.

sienna woods damp and ever-so slowly decaying, there were arrangements of glistening frames and forever broken silhouettes. such arrangements of ruined festivities that reeked of redemption.

ha. redemption… a cruel thing, isn't it?
ian drayton. viperstar. it all seemed like a tale laced with nightmares and the starless dark.
the voice was honeyed and all too familiar, a lullaby fashioned of velvet and much to his dismay, disgustingly recognizable. chroma.

~ ah, my sweet and sour king. redemption is necessary, starclan has-

"i've heard this before." fangs grinded, his ivory claws tangled themselves into the earth. "i don't need a reminder."

~ then why, my dear king, would you care to inform me why you are still awake? ~

and to that, he had no answer.
the night was sleepless, the crown of his head bejeweled with a halo of far too many thoughts.

~ well, i shall bestow upon you an assortment of herbs, the winds are actually carrying them your way~

"how do you know-"

~ i believe if it ever comes down to it, you will need herbs. sickness is quite common during the wintertime ~ the little, honeyed voice tsk-ed. ~ it seems todays batch of herbs have a theme today. all of them named after animals… except for one, of course. ~

sickeningly sweet, chroma chuckled, coming in little bursts of amusment. ~ it appears that has been the theme ever-since you’ve come to this wonderful place of redemption… don’t you think, ian?
(+1 lamb’s ear, +2 horsetail, +1 comfrey root, +4exp)

hi <3 its so nice to see you around in explore!! i can't express how much i adore your concept for your clan, i think its so neat! chroma is such a fun character to play! your explore code is so cool as well! a little reminder to add your word count, death opt in (y/n) as well as a link to your storage, thank you so much <3

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[Vivika]

✦ SNOWCLAN !!

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And swaying from the treetops, little songbirds bobbed on branches, freckling her cheeks with powdered snow. They seemed so oblivious. Blissfully naive and… carefree. Flickers of golds, rose blush and azure frolicked in the trees, their light and gentle timbre cascading like a lullaby. Three voices braided into one song.

She lifted her head to the trees, searching.

Twin beady eyes met hers. A startled chirp left one of the trio and they stumbled back, tiny wings outstretched, flushed almost as rosy as their plummage. Another gently nudged the other with a dulled beak, steadying them. And the last, cooed. Almost… amused. Warm eyes bright, their azure feathers skimmed the branches as they plucked a stray leaflet from the trees. Sending it down. Down, down, down. (+1 chickweed)

A stray note pierced, wavering in the winds. With a sharp whistle, the birds scattered, vibrant colors folding and disappearing, like a piece of origami in a magician’s paw━

Her breath stuttered.

She’d been wrong. So, so wrong. A flash of tangled ivory in the trees, pale glassy eyes, the stench of old fish ━ the rogue was back. And he was running. Charging for her?

Her limbs were liquid, slow and heavy, as she threw herself to the side. Colors blurred, bleeding, seeping into easy other; shapes fuzzy and indistinct. Her shoulder hit the ground, snaring against a prickled shrub and she squeezed her eyes shut. Maybe he wouldn’t see her. Maybe he’d leave her alone. Maybe, maybe, maybe… (-15% health for darkfire ━ no herbs or rest needed to continue patrolling!)

The rogue whizzed past.

His paws pounded into the ground, his strides swallowing the earth beneath him. There was something purposeful about this strides, almost like he’d been… infused with an agenda. (rogue has left territory!)

Wincing, she lifted her head, throat dry. She untangled her limbs from her around her, the movements slow. So, so slow. Heaviness seemed to set in, lead fusing itself with the ivory of her bones. But through the haze, something skimmed her paw.

Faintly, it shimmered. A medallion of gold, engraved with strange symbols ━ numbers? She traced the engraving with a careful paw, swirling around the string of markings: 666. Was it the rogue’s? Had he met someone who’d given this to him? (+1 star’s gift ━ guarantees two or more kits in the nursery!)

As she pressed her nose to it, she frowned. It was… scentless.
No stench of fish, earth or water.

Or maybe it was just… her.


✦ Darkfire has fallen a little ill! </3 She needs one of the following herbs
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xxxx✦ notes; ahh, hello! it's lovely to see you back ─ your coding is always so pretty! small little note (i missed this before ─
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[Arrikanez]

♟ last explore ♟ last reply ♟ storage ♟ © ♟

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It wasn't like Chroma would know anything about the kind of hardship
that Ian was going through. Or, Viperstar, anyway. The fact that the
deity had decided to steal his ability to even say his real name was
really starting to rankle with the feline in ways he couldn't really try
to put to words. It was like having his identity reshaped to match the
crazy ideal that Chroma had for him, and of him. And that was
without even meeting him first. His ears were flat-back as he rose
from the position he'd somehow managed to fall asleep in, far into
the wee hours of the morning. It was still raining, still foggy, and he
was still miserable. And alone. What use was a Ringmaster without
any of his underlings to lead? That thought in mind, it was time for
him to see if he couldn't find some food.

He wasn't hungry exactly yet, but he hadn't seen nor scented
hide or hair of anything that could be considered prey in the two
days that he'd been here, trying to overcome his.... unfortunate -
and if not for Chroma - impossible circumstances. While yes,
Juridians did often have soul-forms, his was not, and never had
been, a cat. Actually, he'd never really paid attention to WHAT it
was that he became under times of duress. But he was pretty sure
it wasn't feline in nature. Maybe a snake. Or a hawk. Something he
had more knowledge of. Trek was, as always, with him and the other
hench-snake when he woke - neither able to communicate with him
as of yet, but still by his side. As they always were. It was hard to
find good henchmen like that. His perfect little minions.

Regardless of what they had been before this, they had been
dragged into this life too - completely as unwitting and unwilling as
Ian himself had. As snakes, no less. A cruel joke on Chroma's part,
but it would seem that the strange deity had equal parts cruel and
humorous to him. Perhaps he could be manipulated, but to Viperstar,
it didn't seem like it. Maybe he just hadn't found the way to the
center of the being's core. It would take some time to find out, for
sure.

~Good morning, my irritable King. Or should I say afternoon? It
turns out you DO actually sleep. And here I was thinking you had
beaten the ever-present 'system' of bodily functions.~

Speak - or think - of the devil, and he shall appear. Viperstar was not
at all joyed to hear him or see him, especially on... what was this,
some kind of patrol he was making down toward the beach? Well,
he had to find food somewhere, and fish had been seen in the
shallows for the last past two days. About time he tried to catch a
few. Maybe he could make some sushi while he was at it...

~Sushi? Isn't every fish a cat can catch considered sushi?~
Chroma's tone had an edge to it this afternoon, as though he was
thinking of something not entirely pleasant.

"Generally, cats don't cook what they eat, so I suppose that's an
accurate assessment." Viper stated, ear flicking. "What did you
want, then? I'm going to try and find some food."

~To remind you of your purpose. But also to tell you that you
will not be lonely for much longer. I have... arranged something
for you that I think you will enjoy.~

"Oh goodie. Look at me jumping in my socks. Oh wait. Cats don't
wear socks." Viperstar droned, deadpan. "So, you're the
one in charge of what I find here. Good to know who to blame
when I start going hungry."

~I provide the means. It is not my fault if you cannot hunt to
literally save your life. That is all on you, my sweet prince.~

"I suppose I can't get you to stop calling me that." Ian hissed.
"It's not who - or what - I am, or ever was."

~Oh, but you're mistaken. You are a prince. My Prince,
My King. The one to rule the land of my creation. Wear your
title well.~

"Right. That would be a no then." He sighed, and continued on to
the beach, where his paws hit soft sand. No sinkholes this time, so
he could probably avoid getting even more damp. The rain wasn't
at all helping his mood, but it seemed to be helping the few fish at
the end of the sandbar to swim to the surface. It was heartening to
see some of them jumping healthily out of the water, silver and
satin, and delicious looking.

"And that would be my cue." he muttered, drawing himself up into
a sandy-marbled bullet-shape as he crept on silent paws toward the
very edge of the sandbar, keeping himself low, and placing each paw
directly. He was almost there, almost...

Then something caught his eye. Just to the far left of the sandbar, a
shape was floating in the saltwater, a... furry... white, black, and
red-orange shape. Another cat.

Swearing heartily, he abandoned his hunt, and dashed over to the
lifeless feline figure. In the back of his head, Chroma's cruel laugh
reminded him of what he had been saying early. Not lonely anymore.

Taking hold of the other cat's scruff, and getting fairly drenched in
the process, he hauled the animal to the sand, and rolled it onto its
side, using one paw to position the head with a tilt, causing the poor
thing's airway to open further. When nothing happened, he pressed
lightly with a paw against the other cat's stomach... which caused a
chain reaction, making the drowned-cat retch, spasm, and vomit up
half its body-weight in salt water, before taking in a half-liquid gasp
of air, and scrabbling with their paws as feeling returned to them.

It was a few moments later, before the drowned-cat opened its eyes
and fixed them on Ian proper, even if they were still half-conscious.

"... R..Rudy?" a strained, young male voice croaked. "Is that... I mean
are we..." He blinked, and sat himself up, still fully drenched.

"Oh. This isn't... Okay." Two soft ears folded back in discomfort.

"Your fortune's run out, kid." Viperstar said. "Me finding you was the
last bit of luck you had. I'm Viperstar. Well, not really, but if I try to
say my real name, the Power that Be in this region prevents me from
completing it. So don't try and say yours."

~And the gift has presented itself. I hope you do well by this one,
Irritable King. Or I may have to rescind it.~

Viperstar ignored the voice in his head, just as the drowned cat
perked up his own ears. "That voice... in my head... is that..."

"Chroma." Viperstar explained. "Resident psycho, and the reason
you're here, most likely. I'm the Ringmaster. Welcome to The Dark
Carnival."

"So this isn't... where I came from." the other male said, before he
shakily rose to his trembling paws. Viper had to dart in, and press
himself against the younger cat's side before he toppled over.

"No, and if you're not careful, you'll pass out again. I just saved you
from the ocean you know." the leader hissed, tail lashing. "It
wouldn't be very grateful for you to try and die again the moment
you get your paws under you."

"Paws?" the male froze, and looked down. While Ian's face had been
filled with disgust upon realizing his cat status, this young male's
very features lit up bright as the non-existent sun. Ian felt the soft
part of his heart begin to warm slightly.

"Paws! I have paws! I'm a..." He glanced toward Viperstar. "Cat! Like
you are! I love cats! I used to care for the cats on River Street. They
were all hungry, so I used to give them what I had. I've always really
wanted to be a cat! Hurray!"

Viper's expression was mixed. Okay, so this one was a weird one. Duly
noted. His tail had not stopped lashing. "Correction. You're a half-dead
cat, nearly-drowned on a desolate red-skied plane where there isn't
a single patch of sunlight. It's raining. It's foggy, and I haven't found a
solitary whiff of prey minus the fish I just abandoned catching." He bit
off. "So welcome to whatever your version of Lataarom is, I suppose."

The other cat looked quizzical. "I... have no idea what Lataarom is, but
I really have always wanted to be a cat! So this is heaven to me! Uh..
but whenever I try to tell you my name, my body won't let me say the
sentence."

~It is up to you to name your companions, Ian.~ Chroma sent with
the feel of a wicked smirk. ~Name them well, for is is the name they
will carry for the rest of their lives here.~

"Greeeeat." Viper sighed explosively. "So... that voice in your head? The
annoying one? His name is Chroma, and he just told me to name you
something. I couldn't even name my pet snake when I was... back in
the place I came from, but I'll do my best so you're not saddled
with something you absolutely hate." he spat.

Here, he stepped back away from the wobbling cat. It was hard to see
in the mists, in the light rain that was drizzling, but he had to do right
by this one. At the very least. His tail twitched back and forth as he
first chose and then discarded maybe half-a-dozen names. Finally, he
was ready to make his pronouncement.

"Right. Since you're a lucky one, whose luck has run out - your new
name will be Fortune's End. Because... boy... you're gonna need some
new luck around here."

The other cat grinned. "Oh, I like that! That's so much better
than my real name, or any of the pet-names anyone else used to
call me during service! Right! Fortune's End. Love it!"

Viper snorted. "You are one strange cat, kid. Kid. Cat. Kid-cat.
Whatever the heck you are now." His tail lashed once or twice. "Now
follow me out of this godsforsaken rain and come dry off before you
catch something. I'm not a doctor. If you get sick, you might be on
your own." He canted his head back toward the camp.

"Okay! I am pretty tired. Fortune said, punctuated with a wide
yawn. "I'll do as you say. Consider me your loving pawn to play as you
please! It's what I'm good at!" He started following Viper, a spring to
his step that the older cat was pretty sure was pure adrenaline.

"Right. Weirdo. Pawn it is. Actually..." He lifted one ear, and smirked
to himself. "That's exactly what you are. A Pawn for me to use as I
see fit. StarClan or whatever can't tell me what to do. If they want
my help, I'll help them in my way, and in my manner. If
they have a problem with that, THEY can take it up with CHROMA.
He's the one that dumped me into this mess, not me."

That said, and Fortune looking positively confused about it, both cats
headed back toward the rusted structures, rising like ominous tombs.
Things just got a little more interesting...

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Cats on Patrol [1/6]
♟ Viperstar♟ He/Him ♟ 100 ♟ HUP ♟ Not Sick

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inventory
♟ prey list ♟
name | worth
name | worth
name | worth
name | worth
name | worth

♟ herb list ♟
Lamb's Ear | 1
Horsetail | 2
Comfrey Root | 1

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misc.
74/100 ♟ exp

Predator/Prey List

death opt-in
Not yet.

word count
1,726

items used
info

active quests
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☾ ─── mothclan ─ ))

≺ level three ● experience one nine seven // four hundred ● last post last response ≻
≺ active quest none ● death opt-in ● custom animals ≻
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A particularly harsh gust of wind pushed through the air, sending a chilling wave of ice down the blue smokes spine, causing
a particularly violent shiver to rack the herb keeper, their thick fur doing absolutely nothing to stave off the cold and brutal e
mbrace of bitingfrost as he bound over sticks jumped over rivers, getting ever closer and getting forever closer to winter.

It didn’t help that the bone-numbing glacial cool was that the newt of a cat wriggled their way out of a nearby bush, and was w
rithing about like an overgrown, squirming, silver-bodied maggot. his frankly painful looking contorting body was carving a so
ft outline in the ground almost as if it was a grim mockery of an angel made of snow if she was instead enveloped by the cold c
ool hands of death.

It wasn’t that surprising that the damned little weasel had gotten himself in yet another tissy of his own devising, and yet, here h
e stood, unfortunately. It just so happened that while the rat of a cat had slinked off, and her useless excuse of a neophyte had g
otten ever so helpfully distracted, hemlcokstorm was the only one putting in some work and had not-so-thankfully found just th
e herb that could help the wriggling mass of fur that was asphodelspider and whatever he had done to himself.

And as he rolled around on the floor like an ill-gotten larva that had thrust itself on humanity that he was, asphodelspider was yo
wling and howling and meowing in as much of a show as he could, as if to make sure the entire forest knew that this sorry excu
se for doyens creation had an itty bitty upset stomach.

Asphodel stopped for a moment, opening one eye to gauge the reactions of the two cats before him, alas it wasn’t exactly the reac
tion he wanted and very quickly gave up on his display or true and utter agony and shrugged "oh, hemlock, how you wound me, ma'
am!" he wailed, head turned away from the blue cat in front of him, paw to his forehead in mock agony and distress.

Hemlock rolled her eyes as she dropped the small bundle of white flowers before the massive tomcat, unwilling to do much more for
him "oh will you stop your dramatic moaning?" she scoffed jokingly at the spider, pushing lightly at his chest before moving past him,
motioning for deer to actually follow this time. (minus one chamomile to heal asphodelspiders bellyache)

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The walk was quiet now, deer pouncing at every leaf that had the misfortune of catching the breeze and crossing paths with the destr
uctor of the fronds and squisher of snails (they enjoy the little crunch between her paws) as they pranced, such as their namesake sug
gests, across the scarlet flowers.

This constant and endless springing and leaping and jumping and the occasional tripping finally rewarded the apprentice with a firm
and demanding "will you stop that!" from the rosetted tabby as they trailed along at the back, no doubt conjuring his most recent ex
cuse for a plot.
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≺ cats on patrol ≻

deer ● pronouns she/they hp one hundred hup ten sick no
asphodelspider ● pronouns he/they hp one hundred hup ten sick yes // bellyache
hemlockstorm ● pronouns she/her hp one hundred hup ten sick no


≺ inventory ≻

red squirrel ● food points three amount one
common shrew ● food points two amount one

cobweb ● use binds wounds amount one
fennel ● use pain relief (hips) amount one
marigold ● use helps infections + bleeding + join inflammation amount one
chamomile ● use heals the heart and provides strength amount two
celandine ● use soothes weakened eyes amount one
daisy leaf ● use helps the pain of stiff joints amount one

≺ items used this post ≻

one chamomile
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five hundred nineteenxxxxxxxxxxxxsecond chamomile, celandine and a daisy leaf from catvent day five

[faelyn]

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the dungeon was enthralled with the essence of petrichor. a smothering fragrance that came upon the little gang of cats as they wandered, features wrinkled as they ventured close to the looming statue.

a grunt rumbled from a little ways away, bringing the blossoming speculations to a halt - gemstone eyes delicately squinted. “or it’s just a statue.”

beachbreeze sighed. “come on, thistlechase… don’t be such a downer.”

those gemstone eyes twitched, a grumble enchanting the silence as thistlechase gave a slight, begrudging shrug. “i’m stating the facts.”

“i am purrrrfectly certain, there’s meowre to the statue.” wonder bejewelled meleir voice as redmption scratched the crown of his head, the roses of their nose pressed to the statue’s veneer. “and-”

splash!

and the azure ripple of the waters below wavering to the burden of a falling luckless and curious soul. a soul that only left a little clover floating ever-so endlessly.

clover.

hearthstone reacted first. “chain brigade, g-”

but it was too late…
for the little clover-adorned soul had been lifted to the cerulean swell of the waters. such water tainted to the hue of onyx and treasure.

“guys!” an excited songbird chirp, there the luckless soul was - bestowed with treasure and the essence of death. “i found treasure!”
(3fp [quipper], +1fp [giant centipede], +1fp [cave critter], +1 deadly nightshade, +1 death berries, +1 ragwort leaves, +1 wild garlic, +9exp)

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writing exp ✧ 35 expxxfood exp ✧ 05 exp---
added exp ✧ 00 expxxherb exp ✧ 04 exp---
event exp ✧ 00 exp-xxpatrol exp ✧ 10 exp-
opt-in exp ✧ yes/no xxtotal exp ✧ 54 exp

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fp earned ✧ +5fp─
items earned ✧ +0
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herbs earned ✧ +4
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• +1 ragwort leaves-
• +1 wild garlic ──

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