≻ R o c k C l a n ≻ Semi-lit ≻ Not Accepting

[Wormgod]

Cedarpaw
Task Changing the bedding
Tagged Larksong, cats in camp

Cedarpaw was dumbstruck. Sparrowstar was a leader, and fit as any warrior! She had nine lives, right? She wasn't supposed to die to something so...so accidental, so mortal as a rattlesnake! If she was going to die, it should have been in a battle to protect her clan! Maybe a fight against badgers, like those stories Lakedapple and the other elders tell. A badger was worthy of striking down a clan cat, not some lousy prey-animal.

Cedarpaw didn't know what to do. She dimly heard Larksong order her to sleep. Her paws followed the familiar path up the canyon wall to the apprentice den, but her mind was left down beside her leader. She slumped into one of the feather and mos nests with a sigh.

It wasn't like Cedarpaw knew Sparrowstar well. They weren't close friends or relatives. Cedarpaw simply knew how important the leader--former leader--was to the clan. Clan leaders were special; without a leader, a clan is nothing.

Cedarpaw stood up. She couldn't sit around with nothing to do. She gathered a pile of old bedding and carried it in her mouth. She had to do something while the other cats held vigil. Even gathering bedding is better than laying around.

[Spirited.]

Beetlewatcher - - - - - [leader] [tom] [33] [no crush] [apprentice: Jaypaw]
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After the announcement of the new deputy, a couple of strangled cheers rose from the Clan cats - but they were nothing compared to the joyful cheers of old. Their voices were filled with grief and no one really seemed to be happy about the choice. Gritting his teeth, Beetlewatcher focussed on his vigil, devoting himself to prayer. He was determined to stay awake all night, even if it made tomorrow's journey harder on him. The black tom was used to sleepless nights anyway, as the heat of the canyon and the stuffy warrior den were too much for him most nights.

He wondered if he would miss sharing a den with so many others. Now, he would be all alone in his den in the fallen tree. A whole nest all to himself! Wouldn't that just be glorious? Yet, he felt no pleasure in this and realized that sharing a den was what made the Clan what it was - strong, interdependent and trusting. How did you do it, Sparrowstar? There are so many questions I wish I'd asked you while you were still with us. I'm lost without you and what good is a leader if he cannot lead?

The black tom felt a single tear leak from the corner of his closed eyes, running slowly down to his pink nose and then onto the dull fur of his former leader. The drop settled there for a moment before soaking into the fur and disappearing. Beetlewatcher remained still, letting this one show of public grief go unnoticed.

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There were two figures standing at the entrance of the medicine den - one small with a dark pelt and the other bigger with long tortoiseshell fur. The fading light of the sunset framed their figures in a brilliant red light and Otterheart had to squint to be able to see their faces. The large belly of the pregnant queen told her it was Melodyheart and the awkward gait of the smaller cat let her know Ravenpaw had also come to see her. Why is it that whenever I try to be alone someone needs me? the tabby thought rudely before reminding herself that she was, after all, the medicine cat.

Sighing, she got to her paws, the brittle moss scraping against her fur, bits and pieces of it left behind in her coat. I didn't choose this life, she thought in annoyance as Melodyheart spoke. Something about the kits. Turning to the heavily pregnant queen, Otterheart used a gentle paw to prod at the she-cat's stomach, feeling for anything peculiar that might be increasing her pain. The tabby purred softly as she felt the little ones kicking at her pad, but she felt nothing out of the ordinary. Just a bellyful of healthy kits.

"Everything seems to be fine," Otterheart told the tortoiseshell. "They should be born any day now. It's natural to feel a little more pain before the birthing day." I think... Turning on her paws, the tabby approached the cluttered medicine storage, hoping the overly organized she-cat wouldn't notice and insist on helping her clean it out. Grabbing a couple of juniper berries and some watermint leaves, as well as poppy seeds Otterheart placed them before Melodyheart. "These should help with the bellyache. The poppy will help you sleep. I insist that you rest as much as you can and move as little as possible." And stay out of my fur. She kept her eyes trained on the queen, making sure she was understood.

Then, the medicine cat turned to the black apprentice, who had been standing about a tail length behind Melodyheart. Noticing that her eyes looked a little more dull than the last time she had seen her, Otterheart flicked her tail to see if Ravenpaw's eyes would flick towards it. In the dim light of the den, the movement was lost and the tabby frowned, knowing the apprentice's eyesight had been fading over time. "What is it that you wanted, Ravenpaw?" she asked.

[ataraxic_gone]

|Name;; LarkSong|
|Age;; 27 Moons|
|Gender;; Tom|
|Rank;; Warrior|
|Apprentice;; CedarPaw|
|Mood;; Fatigued.|
|Tagged;; Clan-Mates.|

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LarkSong watched as his apprentice walked away following his order in a mindless state, he could only hope she would be back to her happy state in the morning. Hope, did they even have that anymore? What was the point of it all, living in this place, living only to be taken from the world by something as petty as a snake bite? LarkSong growled under his breath as he turned tail and headed for his den.
As he entered he looked over his shoulder, taking one more glance at his once noble leader before turning around a flopping into his nest. Despite the all the thoughts that buzzed around his mind, sleep took him by surprise and before he could have known better he was soundly asleep.

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|Name;; MelodyHeart|
|Age;; 24 Moons|
|Gender;; She-cat|
|Rank;; Queen|
|Kits;; Unborn|
|Mood;; Distraught.|
|Tagged;; OtterHeart, RavenPaw.|

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MelodyHeart nodded looking at the herbs now in front of her she flicked her ears back in a nervous way, "Do you mind if I stay in the Medicine cat den for the night?" She asked, almost in a pleading fashion as he continued on to explain her reasons, "It's just if the kits are born soon I don't want to be stuck in the Nursery where I'll be alone..." She was silent for a while, as she watched and waited for her medicine cat's reply. She knew it was unlikely she would be replied with a yes, but all the same, the was her first time kitting and she wanted her kits to have the best chance at life.
Crouching as far as she could without injuring herself she licked up the herbs, fighting an urge to gag as she slowly managed to down the herbs. She yawned slightly as she waited to hear OtterHeart's reply.

[foxflight,]

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[ 26 moons ] - [ she-cat ] - [ warrior ]
tagged;; the clan, flintshard
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As Ivystorm swiftly entered camp after finished the north patrol, she expected to find cats lazing around and enjoying the warm sun that bared down on their backs. But instead, she was greeted with the sight of Sparrowstar's limp body in the middle of the camp. A large group of cats surrounded the deceased queen and as Ivystorm stood there, she faintly realized that Beetlewatcher, Sparrowstar's deputy would be the new leader of RockClan.

Pale green eyes glazed over with sadness as she moved forward, slowly moving through the crowd to press her nose against Sparrowstar's flank. "May you hunt well in StarClan." She mewed softly before stepping back, her tail sweeping around the ground as she turned. It was only a few moments later when Beetlewatcher called for a clan meeting, and silently the dark pelted she-cat sat down.

As the new leader spoke, her eyes quickly drifted over the cats of the clan. Her heart cracking as she noticed the grief that clung to them and the sadness deep within their eyes. At the mention of deputy, she looked up curious, interested in who Beetlewatcher was going to choose. And when he announced his choice, she couldn't agree more. Rising to her paws she cheered Serphantfang's name and as the clan died down, she did too. Stepping back to allow cats to pay their respects to Sparrowstar.

As her gaze swept across the camp, she noticed the dark tabby figure of Flintshard. The tom, only three moons younger than herself looked unsure of something. So without a second of hesitation she swiftly moved across camp to appear next to him. "Flintshard." She greeted, offering the warrior a small smile. "Are you alright?" She asked, her head tilting to the side curiously as she awaited an answer.

[~Atlas~]

(This reply was made on my phone. There's no coding, it's a bit rushed, and may have spelling mistakes. I'll fix it when I get home)

Ravenpaw blushed as she heard another voice, other than Otterheart's. The cat who she had questioned was Melodyheart. She politely sat down while she waited for Otterheart to finish with the queen. While she waited, she tried ro test her eyeaight. Without squinting, the furthest object she could see was some bright red juniper berries, four mouselengths ahead.

When Otterheart was finished talking with the pregnant queen,"Ravenpaw quietly looked up. Otterheart's face was concealed by shadows. "I'm sorry to interrupt, " she mewed. Otterheart sounded tense and tired; who wasn't? It was especially hard for a medicine cat, who had to tnede to everyone's little needs. "It's just... I know that you know that my eyesight has been deteriorating. For example, when I came in here, I didn't even seen Melodyheart. Even your face is dark and blurry." She sighed and mewed,"What I'm trying to say is that I know that I'm probably going blind. I just wanted to know when you think it'll happen." Her voice slightly cracked, and she had to do everything to keep from crying. "Do you know what Beetlewatcher will do with me? Will I continue my warrior training, or," she trailed off, not wanting to say the alternative options. She knew however "prepared" she was to loose her sight, she would never be ready.

[Taiyo]

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•Gender: She-cat
•Age: 30 moons
•Rank: Warrior
•Status: Single
•Tags: none

She didn't run far, she had climbed up and out of the stifling prison to meet the setting sun and collapsed limply by the edge of the cliff side. Her feelings were much too heavy to be carried far.

Traitorous tears carved trails down her cheeks but the fighter, for once, didn't fight to stop them. The wind that blew from the gorge was reassuring, almost calming, as it wiped and dried the sorrow from her face. The drop was fatal. A small tip, a misplaced paw could easily cause the death of a warrior any day. Yet the distance calmed her, seemed to echo to her and promise it'll take her grief and carry her problems away. She closed her eyes. Tired, exhausted, and allowed the howls of the wind to chase away the troubling thoughts.

Sparrowstar had trusted her. By joining the Southern patrol and allowing Cougarheart to lead, their leader had trusted the tan colored warrior to protect them. Look where that trust got her. Cougarheart could be selfish and escape from all this confusion and pain by blaming their leader - for if she had only stayed where she belonged, she would not have met such a tragic end. But the she-cat had never been one to blame others when she knew it was within her capabilities to prevent such tragedy. She had been praised for her skills, her loyalty, her strength of spirit. But what good was a fighter when they can't protect the ones most important to them?

Forestflight... A terrified sob tore from her lips and the painful well of emotions was reopened, bubbling and overflowing. The strongest were also the weakest. The strength in one's spirit does not always echo the strength in one's mentality. Forestflight saw that, understood it and offered her shelter, guided her away from the path of self destruction. When she finally thought she could learn to depend on another, her sanctuary was taken away and she was left alone to fend for herself. Always.

Was Starclan toying with her? By granting a strength in will did they doom her to a life of servitude and guilt? She knows, with time she'll recover, and she knows, after this event, she'll only grow colder, fiercer and stronger so the third mistake will never happen. But oh, the path ahead is just so dark, so lonely, Cougarheart didn't think she could live with the realization without grieving for her loss.

And with her maws parted, head tilted up, the she-cat let the symphony of agony and grief of past, present and a lost future echo throughout the area.

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•Gender: Tom
•Age: 25 moons
•Rank: Warrior
•Status: Single
•Tags: (Beetlewatcher)

He waited as clanmates dispersed slowly, grief weighed heavily on their shoulders made their pawsteps louder, heavier. When the group around Sparrowstar thinned out, Brighteyes walked slowly to the body, every step placed carefully on the ground.

He travelled silently - for his world was painted through the lenses of sounds, smell and touch, it would be unnecessarily confusing to be distracted by the noises he makes himself - and stopped by Sparrowstar's side, where Beetlewatcher laid, resting his head upon her delicate form. He looked down upon her body, though his eyes saw nothing. The scent of death was strongest here and weaved in between the vile stench was the sweeter one he was accustomed to. The calico sank to his paws, pressing his body against the form of the still, still body and focused on the scent that defined a gentle soul, now lost to the physical world. The she-cat no longer breathed, but he shall honor her by keeping her physical body company for the time it'll take her soul to travel to the Stars and reunite with their ancestors.

(( Cougarheart is just outside of camp, so if anyone is willing to just waltz up and break her out of her grieving stage (to get yelled at - what did you expect) and let her lean on shoulders when her rant is over that'llbegreat. But of course. If not, I'll just have her chill out a while before slinking back. ))

[Ayashi]

Ｗｉｌｄｈｅａｒｔ - The Ill temper tom
▌Age)( 71 Moons
▌Tag(s))( Camp/Cougarheart
▌Mate)( "Grunts"
▌Rank)( Elder
▌Mood)( Grumpy/ Standoffish
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Dark green eyes as deep as the grass that once grew in their 'formal' home stared blankly at the scene before the tom. A ragged brown and black tail swiped over the reddish rock he crouched over, his shadow casting a long line across the clan as he watched the few cats that made up this 'clan' gather around in a hurry of some sort.

Wildheart didn't belong here. Not really. He belong out there. Out there being the forest he was raised in, the blood drenched fields he drew the red liquified version of life from many battles ago. Out there in the dirty allies ways where cats carved out a life with only their might and cunning. Any where but here. Here where he was treated as if he was a tottering old fox that couldn't hunt to save his life. Here where no cat knew the true horrors this dirty world had yet expose to them. So their illustrates leader died? So what. It happens. Life wasn't fair, so why expect it? Wildheart didn't.

"Ridiculous..." Wildheart muttered to himself as he watched the small patrol and other members crying out in distress mews. Questions and inquires were made, each one on top of the other, all of them lapping into one stream of steadily rising noise. But the most asked question keep repeating itself over and over again, giving the old tom a headache.

How did this happen?

"It was an accident." Came Cougarheart finally stated, quieting the noise before it reached an unbearable level. "She...died before we could get her back."

"What did you expect?" Wildheart asked the retreating she-cat as she trotted pass his spot outside the confines of the claustrophobic camp site. His dark gaze gave nothing away as he sneered at the younger cat below his perch. "I told Sparrowstar that this dusty bowl was no 'intended' home for these pink paw, and fat belly runts that dare call themselves, 'a clan'. And what does she say? StarClan has guided us here! Pah.."

Wildheart spat at the end, ears pin back against his broad skull. "This is what happens when a cat tries to put their trust in something that doesn't exist." His gaze narrow in contempt. "In the end she got what she was asking for. This is how 'safe' our new home is. Home. More like a death trap is what it is."

[Spirited.]

Beetlewatcher - - - - - [leader] [tom] [33] [no crush] [apprentice: Jaypaw]
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After the announcement of the new deputy, a couple of strangled cheers rose from the Clan cats - but they were nothing compared to the joyful cheers of old. Their voices were filled with grief and no one really seemed to be happy about the choice. Gritting his teeth, Beetlewatcher focussed on his vigil, devoting himself to prayer. He was determined to stay awake all night, even if it made tomorrow's journey harder on him. The black tom was used to sleepless nights anyway, as the heat of the canyon and the stuffy warrior den were too much for him most nights.

He wondered if he would miss sharing a den with so many others. Now, he would be all alone in his den in the fallen tree. A whole nest all to himself! Wouldn't that just be glorious? Yet, he felt no pleasure in this and realized that sharing a den was what made the Clan what it was - strong, interdependent and trusting. How did you do it, Sparrowstar? There are so many questions I wish I'd asked you while you were still with us. I'm lost without you and what good is a leader if he cannot lead?

The black tom felt a single tear leak from the corner of his closed eyes, running slowly down to his pink nose and then onto the dull fur of his former leader. The drop settled there for a moment before soaking into the fur and disappearing. Beetlewatcher remained still, letting this one show of public grief go unnoticed.

Otterheart - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [medicine cat] [she-cat] [33] [no crush]
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The crack in Ravenpaw's voice caused Otterheart's annoyance to crumble and she padded over to the young apprentice and wrapped a comforting tail around her. She knew if must be hard for her, losing her sight at such a young age when she still had her whole life ahead of her. The medicine cat chose her words carefully.

"You will not be able to see for much longer, I'm afraid," she mewed softly. "You might be able to see shadows and movement, but faces and colours will be lost." Otterheart sighed, unsure of what else she could tell the apprentice. "I don't know what Beetlewatcher's decision will be, but at this time he can't afford to lose another Clan member. If he does not let you continue your warrior training..." She trailed off here, having meant to tell Ravenpaw that she could become the medicine cat apprentice - but was Otterheart ready for that? She herself did not know half of the remedies she should and was always forgetting which herbs were stored where. The medicine cat trained her eyes on the crippled apprentice and spoke in a stronger tone this time. "I'm sure he will let you continue your warrior training. There is no need to worry."

The tabby she-cat was spent, the emotions of the night running through her continuously and all she wanted to do was lie down and never wake up. It was something she could not do, however, as the Clan would be lost without her. It was one thing if a leader died - there were so many warriors that any one of them could take their place. If a medicine cat died without an apprentice to succeed them... That was a whole other story. Feeling broken, Otterheart looked up at Melodyheart and Ravenpaw. "You're both welcome to stay the night here. I'll go grab some moss and feathers to make nests with." Bounding out of the den, the she-cat did just that, stopping by Sparrowstar's body to touch her nose to the former leader's forehead and murmur a prayer before returning to her den for the night. She would have liked to spend vigil with the tortoiseshell, but she was dead and the living needed her more than the dead ever had.

[fruitbat]

{{ sorry if this isn't the best post ever. it is currently 4:30am here
and I just woke up ^^; if I have missed anything, let me know.

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• mood shaken
• location camp
• thoughts ...
• mentor beetlewatcher
• crush none
• tagged cedarpaw

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Jaypaw turned his head, his ears twitching like mad and his fluffy tail lashing around like a tree in the hash wind. He was scared. Sparrowstar was always a good leader to them. She was loyal, kind, helpful. Though, as his mentor, Beatlewwatcher spoke, a small glimmer of hope struck in his eyes. He managed to have a smile slowly crawl along his face. He looked up at Beatlewater, he was going to be a good leader. Then it hit him, his mentor was leader! He chuckled lightly to himself, knowing that his mentor was probably one of the best, being leader. Jaypaw then heard be the deputy bbeing announced, and looked over to Serpentfang. He shot a smile and yowled happily. Now the clan was back again, and he liked it.

Now from all the commotion, everyone was still shaken. So was Jaypaw. Though he decided to try and forget it, it was done and cant be undone. So his eyes drifted from cat to cat, wondering who do speak too. Hopefully he would find someone willing to speak to, only because he knew some of the cats were still to beaten up to even look at another cat. Then he saw his friend and fellow mentor Cedarpaw. A smile danced along his face as he snaked though the crows and to her. "Cedarpaw!" he called to her, his tail waving in greeting to the she-cat.

[Luscinia]

S E R P E N T F A N G

Status
Age: thirty-six moons
Gender: male
Mood: shocked, sad
Doing: mourning
Thinking: Worrying about Raindapple, surprised about being deputy.
Crush: Raindapple
Tags: Raindapple


Serpentfang took a deep breath as his name was called out for the naming of the new deputy. His eyes grew wide in shock, gazing around at the clan as they chanted his name. One voice above others made his heart flutter; it was none other than Raindapple. He forced himself to keep from smiling, as this day was certainly not the day for celebration. He bowed his head respectfully to everyone around him. "Thank all of you." He mewed softly, hoping that thanking them wasn't the wrong thing to do.

He slunk out towards Sparrowstar, to pay his true respects. He pressed his nose softly to her pelt, whispering. "Thank you, for all you've done for everyone. Your bravery, your kindness, and your amazing leadership skills will never be forgotten. May you rest peacefully in Starclan." As soon as he finished, he drew away, leaving space for those who were to sit vigil with her.

His gaze shifted to Raindapple, and he made his way over to her. With worry glinting in his eyes, a soft expression on his face, he spoke to her. "Are you alright? Well... Of course you aren't, but, I mean, do you need anything?" He asked her, feeling a bit embarrassed by his mess up. The lack of sleep, stress, and depression has messed up his correct state of mind, causing his thought process and speech to be a bit... Different than usual.

C R I C K E T L E A P

Status
Age: thirty moons
Gender: female
Mood: depressed
Doing: mourning
Thinking: why has this happened?
Crush: open c:
Tags: open

Cricketleap sighed, then gathered herself to chant Serpentfang's name. After Serpentfang paid his respects, she too approached Sparrowstar, and then pressed her nose into her fur. "Goodbye, Sparrowstar... May you find peace in Starclan." She murmured, backing away and bowing her head to the fallen leader. She slowly and hesitantly turned away, then walked away from the crowd. The large number of cats gathered so closely together was beginning to bother her slightly.

Acting like this was definitely out of the ordinary for Cricketleap. She may've acted like a wise old elder at points, but she certainly had the energy that was appropriate for her age. She let out another sigh, sitting down in a spot that she randomly picked to rest in. There, she curled her tail comfortably over her paws, lifting her head and gazing up at the sky. She forced her muscles to relax, and allowed her mind to drift into a deep meditation until she was able to feel her surroundings. The breeze that rustled her pelt, with tiny grains of sand brushing through, and the sound of the sand brushing against the ground, followed by the occasional sound of wildlife.

This world of deep thought and focus was the place Cricketleap would always go to in a time like this. She did this when her parents died, and she certainly did so when her beloved brother passed on. One idea slowly, but gently brought her out of her state. Are they watching her from Starclan? Are they proud of how she's doing, or do they wish she would be doing more? If only I could ask them... She mumbled to herself, her eyes still shut, but her other senses fully returned to reality.