Warrior Clan Cats

The future's in your paws. Shape it well.

Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
 
HomePortalSearchRegisterLog in
Welcome to WCC! Here are our latest announcements:
The Clans are being greeted by silence from their ancestors, unless StarClan is voicing their fury. With the anger of the stars against them, how will the cats of the clans fare as newleaf reclaims the area?
Activity checks take place on the 1st of the month. This month's activity check is currently ongoing. Please submit a completed form for each of your characters, and remember to include an explanation for each character over the three base allowed!
Newleaf is steadily returning to the forest, the flowers, grasses, and trees blooming with life once more. After the flood of last Newleaf, the heavy rains seem more threatening to the clans older members, but as prey and herbs slowly return there seems to be a fragile sense of peace. What challenges will Newleaf hold for the clan cats?
Gatherings take place on the 1st of the month; keep your eyes out for a staff member's post!
Make sure to check your Clan's Key Events under the Clan Information boards to see what's happening in your Clan!
Please feel free to hit up any staff member if you have any questions!

 

 All Plants Wither [open; death]

Go down 
AuthorMessage
sumashira
Former Staff
Former Staff
sumashira

Characters : [C]lovertwist
Female
Cancer Pig
Number of posts : 2147
Age : 24
Clan/Rank : [C] WC W[4]

All Plants Wither [open; death] Empty
PostSubject: All Plants Wither [open; death]   All Plants Wither [open; death] Icon_minitimeThu Feb 20, 2020 7:12 am

Almost three quarters of a moon had passed since Downpaw ruthlessly attacked Aspenheart in camp, revealing in a vengeful fit of rage that the medicine cat had attacked his apprentice, Downpaw's sister Softpaw, during the medicine cat meeting the moon prior. In that time, all Barleytuft had felt underneath the deepening illness was a growing, suffocating misery. He felt so... alone. The silver-muzzled senior warrior lay in a plush nest of dry moss in a moderately warm and sheltered medicine den in leaf-bare, something most cats in the wild couldn't say. There was at least one medicine cat in the den at all times, often two, watching over him and the other green- and whitecough-ridden cats, yet even with them and a stream of regular visitors Barleytuft felt the bonds around him crumbling even as he struggled to repair them or even see them weakening. Every cat who he had known so well, he thought, was slipping from his grasp like hares racing through a dream.

Finchstar had defied StarClan in front of the cats of every Clan in the forest and upheld the decision to send Barleytuft from the Clan meeting; Aspenheart had harmed Barleytuft's youngest, gentlest daughter and didn't have the maturity to own up to it without being forced in front of the entire Clan; Downpaw had assaulted the cat that Barleytuft had thought of as a brother rather, taking authority into his own paws rather than confiding in someone with authority; Softpaw had endured a deep hurt and, even when Barleytuft had lay ill in her own den trying to get to the source of her sorrows, she had shut him out, and she had even done so literally when the truth came to light; Clovertwist had willingly ushered him away and was fussing over him like some hapless kit - he just didn't understand; Goldengale had become distant in the face of her beloved mate's recently-earned impairment, occupied with helping keep him afloat (at least only metaphorically this time); Graybriar had withdrawn so far that Barleytuft had begun to feel resentment for their commitment. All she had ever wanted was for him to spend more time resting in camp, yet now that he did so she was nowhere to be found. Quailpaw and Mistystripe were dead and gone. He felt his daughter's absence more now than ever. Had Aspenheart and his mentorship had something to do with her disappearance? Would he ever get the truth from the tom if he tried to ask? Had family meant so little to the medicine cat?

Barleytuft wanted to refuse herbs. He wanted to refuse food. He wanted to refuse water. He wanted to shrink down into the tunnels and lumber in the dark until the dark was all that was left of him. He couldn't, though. Whatever he felt, even if the cats he loved - who he had thought loved him - didn't need him, the Clan needed him. He would still serve WindClan. He would still prove his commitment to StarClan even as they threatened the life he knew. He had to believe that everything had a cause, and in that, everything would work out. He just needed to stop being ill. He just needed to be free from whitecough. Refusing things which would aid him in his healing would be petulant and kittish, and despite that he somehow taught his offspring that sulking was a proper way to handle one's problems, the senior warrior knew better.

So he did what he needed to do. He ate his herbs. He picked at food as well as his appetite and raw throat would allow. He lapped at water whenever he wasn't coughing. He lifted his head to greet guests - admittedly, he knew he was not pleasant company. He didn't feel the same. Try as he might, Barleytuft could only muster so much energy and pretend to such an extent. Whenever Aspenheart or Softpaw spoke to him it was only as a professional to their patient, and he responded in kind; perhaps he was simply too afraid to feel if the love that was once there had gone, or perhaps it simply wasn't there and that was why he was afraid. It was hard to tell through the muggy illness that clouded his mind and weighed down at his limbs.

The half-moon passed, and he found that he could no longer eat anything. He tried to force it down at first, but he gave up the venture swiftly. Simply the thought was enough to turn his stomach or make his ragged throat clench with apprehension. As his already weak frame began to wither, the herbs no longer seemed to help, not even the catmint - though at least that herb still felt somewhat pleasant between fits of wheezing. Barleytuft had begun to awaken at night with a feeling of ice in his veins and a shortness of breath that startled him from restless dreams. He would wake up panting in his nest, trying to suck in life-giving air that somehow evaded him. His breaths choked and gurgled. The medicine cats would awaken to the sounds of his struggling and tend to him; Softpaw was more worried now than ever, it was clear. Barleytuft couldn't find the heart to tell her he was hurt anymore. She already had enough to worry about.

A quarter moon hung in the air, the last that Barleytuft would see, and. As he awakened to the familiar feeling of heavy, burning, empty lungs, some new sensation pervaded him as well: certainty. He might have described it as peace if he had the ability to form words. The medicine den seemed almost bright as his glassy dark-hazel eyes opened to focus. Was this what Elmskip had felt? Did he have regrets, too, for the love he left behind? He would find out soon enough.

His weak cream paws gripped at the nest, and with what precious breath he had left he whimpered out, "WindClan... love..." He didn't know what he meant to say. He loved his Clan, and he loved his kin, and he loved all those who had run alongside him over his moons. Barleytuft couldn't feel the moss between his claws, or the nest pressing against his body anymore. No life-saving breath found him, and as his body fell limp into the nest for the final time he determined that was alright and closed his eyes. If StarClan would have him, everything would be alright. His heart stopped beating, and peace greeted him. The stars were waiting, and there he would never have to walk the darkness alone.

______________________________________


All Plants Wither [open; death] XHqRJeSClovertwist of WindClan
Tier 4 Warrior [80/240]
half-SkyClan

character profile

Back to top Go down
Online
Mosspelt
Site Administrator
Site Administrator
Mosspelt

Characters : Mossbloom (M) ; Dappleshine (D) ; Goldengale (G) ; Blossompaw (B)
Female
Cancer Rat
Number of posts : 1452
Age : 23
Clan/Rank : (M) ThunderClan - Tier 3 Medicine Cat ; (D) WindClan - Tier 5 Warrior ; (G) WindClan - Tier 4 Warrior ; (B) SkyClan - Apprentice

All Plants Wither [open; death] Empty
PostSubject: Re: All Plants Wither [open; death]   All Plants Wither [open; death] Icon_minitimeThu Feb 20, 2020 7:48 am

Goldengale had been admittedly occupied, dealing with her own wounds both externally and internally while struggling to keep her mate, Grousefrost, content. Ever since he had lost his hearing, the tom had seemed even more distant than usual, but at least he was finally starting to look like he wanted to live again.... In the face of that, she sat awake, keeping a watchful eye on the camp as her clanmates, her family, slept around her. The sky was clear, the quarter moon shining on the camp with cold light. A fit of coughing sent a chill down her spine, and her ears swiveled towards the sound as it fell silent again. Curling her tail tightly around her paws as she sat up, she looked towards the medicine den where she knew her father lay, fighting the sickness that had dug it's claws into so many. He would get through it though, in the next moon or so newleaf would come, or so she had been told, and then all would be well again. It just had to be.

Her heart twisted as she thought of how little she had seen her father, especially after he had fallen ill. Not wishing to disturb him, or overcrowd him, she had kept her distance, even as Grousefrost found his paws again and she felt that she could leave his side for longer and longer. She kept promising him from a distance that she would come when he was feeling better, when he wasn't so bothered by everyone else, when she wouldn't be such a burden to clan and kin. Deciding to herself that the next morning would be the day, she settled back down to wait out the remainder of her watch, waiting for the sun to rise over the horizon, and keeping her eye on a tasty looking rabbit that she would take to Barleytuft at sunrise. He always rose with the sun, even if he was confined to his nest, he always had after all.

The morning soon came, and with it Goldengale rose and trotted over to the fresh kill pile, snagging the rabbit from the side and turning towards the medicine den. Hopefully, with it being so early, she could be in and out without disturbing everyone else - including the medicine cats. She still wasn't sure how to feel about the whole situation between Aspenheart and Softpaw, and she didn't much care to delve into those feeling right now... This sunrise would be spent with her beloved father. Making her way over to his pale tabby frame, her paws slowed as she grew closer, the scent of death growing stronger than what the rabbit had been putting off. Setting it down, feeling suddenly as though her heart were in her throat, her blue eyes settled on her father's strangley, impossibly still frame as her breath caught and she took the couple more steps to be at his side. He still lay unmoving, and when she leaned down to nudge his cheek she gasped when it was cold. A low whimper rumbled in her chest as she nudged him again and again, no response coming from the tom.

Panic in her eyes, she turned towards the nests of the medicine cats, her voice cracking. "Softpaw, Aspenheart, come quickly! It's Barleytuft, please, please help him...." Her voice shook as she turned back towards the still frame of her father, stepping back to give the medicine cats space to work. "Please....." She whispered. "Please don't go.... Not yet.... There's still so much to say and do...."

______________________________________
All Plants Wither [open; death] PkGnMta

Mossbloom (She-Cat) ~ 55 HP/150 SP ~ ThunderClan Medicine Cat (Tier 3) ~ (009933)
Dappleshine (She-Cat) ~ 100 HP/280 SP ~ WindClan Warrior (Tier 5) ~ (006699)
Goldengale (She-Cat) ~ 80 HP/240 SP ~ WindClan Warrior (Tier 4) ~ (ff9900)
Blossompaw (She-Cat) ~ 20 HP/80 SP ~ SkyClan Apprentice ~ (9966cc)

Site Administrator ~~~ ThunderClan Medicine Cat
Back to top Go down
Online
lemongrass
Former Staff
Former Staff
lemongrass

Female
Virgo Cat
Number of posts : 1051
Age : 20

All Plants Wither [open; death] Empty
PostSubject: Re: All Plants Wither [open; death]   All Plants Wither [open; death] Icon_minitimeThu Feb 20, 2020 8:17 am

After the forced clan meeting a quarter moon ago, Barleytuft had seemed distant from the rest of the clan. Finchstar could understand. The tom lived and died for his family, and now he had watched as they padded away from him. It was a metaphorical action, of course, but as Aspenheart and Downpaw served their sentences, it was as if Barleytuft was given his own burden to bear as well. Shoots of green grasses began to peek above the snow, still weak from the prolonging leafbare that had gripped WindClan's camp. Finchstar himself knew the trials greencough could bring; he had died during the season to its cold talons. Barleytuft's coughing could still be heard from the medicine den, and Finchstar would often worry for the tom. He pondered over the meeting and wondered if some hidden strings were cut. Did he upset Barleytuft? Had he disrespected his oldest friend?

Feeling a strange sense of numbness, Finchstar ducked his head and made his way over to the medicine den, knowing that the truest answers would be found from the subject itself. Aspenheart and Softpaw had worked diligently to keep the cream tabby healthy. Oftentimes Finchstar would see them bringing newly sprouted herbs from the moor straight to the bed of Barleytuft. The tom was eating and drinking, and most of the camp was assured he would get better. Some part of Finchstar's mind thought that the camp was also holding its breath for his recovery; not only to see Barleytuft well and healthy, but to have relief from the tension of the meeting a quarter moon ago. It seemed the real punishment had befallen the senior warrior. Downpaw was simply subjected to elder's duties, and Aspenheart was given the task of cleaning the warrior's bedding. But Barleytuft was worried about his family. That had always been his driving force, Finchstar could see it clearly. The perfect warrior was Barleytuft. A StarClan-fearing tom who would lay down his life for his clan in a heartbeat. Finchstar chuckled as he noted that he himself was not the perfect warrior, and how such a thing may have perturbed Barleytuft further. It was a dark chuckle, as he still worried for his old friend and pseudo-mentor, however as he entered the sandy den and saw a golden frame hunched over the nest, Finchstar's heart turned to ice.

A weak voice called out for Aspenheart and Softpaw. Finchstar's yellow eyes stared to water as he closed the distance between himself and Goldengale quickly. Barleytuft lay still in his nest, peaceful, as if he was only sleeping. One could be assured that the tom had simply had a long day the night before, but the smell of death spoke otherwise. Finchstar wanted to deny it. He wanted to call the tom to his feet as the leader's heart began to beat faster. His ears burned and his breath came in rapid heaves. Finchstar could only inch closer and wrap his tail around Goldengale for support. The tom ducked his head and hunched his shoulders, yellow eyes dripping silent tears as Finchstar cried. "Barleytuft..." He rasped, face contorted into one of immense pain. "Barleytuft... no..." Finchstar felt numb. The world around him seemed to stop, until he was only left with the shape of his good friend, the forever steadfast WindClan tom. Barleytuft was dead.

______________________________________
All Plants Wither [open; death] UkRkCsF
{ Duskrain }
Warrior of ThunderClan
Tier II - {45/160}
{ Finchstar }
Leader of WindClan
Tier V - {120/300}
{ Tawnypaw }
Apprentice of RiverClan
Apprentice - {20/80}
{ Billie }
Rogue of Twolegplace
Tier I - {45/140}

Back to top Go down
https://www.deviantart.com/lemongrassart
Grizzly
Site Moderator
Site Moderator
Grizzly

Characters : Ferretnose, Aspenheart, Beepaw, Tanglepaw
Male
Sagittarius Horse
Number of posts : 1637
Age : 17

All Plants Wither [open; death] Empty
PostSubject: Re: All Plants Wither [open; death]   All Plants Wither [open; death] Icon_minitimeThu Feb 20, 2020 12:09 pm

Certain moments could not be reached by words alone.

Softpaw's forgiveness has meant more to Aspenheart than he could have ever mustered up the genuine and raw emotion to explain to her. He prayed that his actions could speak for his sorrow. He did his duties as she requested, obliging to a little apprentice's wishes and punishments, and not talking back when she fussed over his now-shredded face. It was, for lack of a better word, a miracle that he bowed to her will. He didn't mind it, in fact, he found it somewhat adorable. And if it mattered to Softpaw, well, then it ought to matter to him. It was hard to speak to patients with cobwebs strung across his mouth, so he let her speak for him. Who would have guessed in all these many moons that Aspenheart, whose head was so hard that he could crack stone on it, would partake in a true partnership between himself and another? Pride was a thick, heavy screen, and it took Softpaw's mittens to lift the veil.

Her immediate leap to peace was a shock for the entire clan, though Aspenheart’s hindsight was crystal clear. She was never a warrior’s apprentice, and therefore did not have the same understanding of violence or aggression that a warrior could have. Coupled with her genuinely kind nature, of course she would split the blame evenly between Downpaw and himself, letting bygones be bygones. No one, however, could anticipate or rationalize how Barleytuft took the whole ordeal. Aspenheart couldn't fathom why he wasn't happy with the resolution. Softpaw was alright, Downpaw got a slap on the wrist, and everything could go back to the way it was. He didn't have the heart to tell him he was wrong about his own kits, so he stayed quiet and allowed him his rest. Barleytuft’s condition was coming up on greencough. So late in the year, the rapid progression of his ailment was a rarity. He tumbled down a slippery slope and crashed in a heap at the bottom, fever raging and cough tightening its grip on his cream-colored coat. Aspenheart chose to blind himself to the precariousness of the situation. Not now, after everything.

He was at the dirtplace when Goldengale paid a visit to her father’s side. It was only when he was mere paces from the entrance that he heard her harrowing mewls for help. Aspenheart was no fool. The help she begged for would do nothing.

For a moment, he wondered if he even ought to go inside. If he never went in, it wasn't real. If a tree fell where no bird sat, did it ever fall at all? Would his presence seal Barleytuft’s fate? For, if that were true, one could come to the conclusion that so long as he did not step paw inside, Barleytuft was neither dead nor alive. The medicine cat chased that uncertain place in his mind, between two realities, until it became clear that it was an impossible dream to change a fate that another had already decided for you. The world had decided that Aspenheart and Barleytuft’s reconciliation was an idyllic daydream that would never come. He could not manifest the possibility that he would be forgiven entirely, nor the possibility that Softpaw would see her father become an elder. She deserved better.

They all deserved better.

He pushed through the cats already crowding in with little resistance. Nobody tried to stop him as he floated, like a phantom, towards Barleytuft. It was strange to see him sleep without coughing. Aspenheart’s paw trembled as he pressed it to the old tom’s throat, hunting down the feeling of blood rushing to his skull. It was a formality. Everyone could smell the dullness on his pelt that the wildflowers could not penetrate.

When he looked up, the eyes of Barleytuft’s children were upon him. He wished he had more for them than sunken eyes, bloodshot from sleepless nights spent keeping a dying tom from his expiration date. He felt himself receding from the body. There was nothing left to mourn, the way he saw it. Why grieve a pelt? It only served to make them all miserable. That’s your greatest lie yet,a voice whispered from one of the many places of darkness that crept around on the surface of his brain. Look upon his body and see the physical epitome of your incompetence. Look upon him, and understand that respect is not love. You are respected by many, and loved by none. From him, you had neither. And so he looked. He watched from a meager distance and spoke no words.

”I have no right to this… this gathering of emotions,” he said at last. ”I have no right to mourn him. I undid him. When he reaches StarClan, and they ask him who his brother is, he will say ‘nobody.’ A greater punishment than any number of apprentice duties. All of you… Softpaw is more than capable. Answer to her.” He laughed in the terrible spite of it all. In the darkest and most secluded piece of the den, a lump of spiderwebs beckoned to him. He turned to follow after them.

”Alright, Barleytuft… alright… you got me… you won… goodnight.” Slumped in the corner, among his greatest friends, the eight-legged ones, Aspenheart laid down his head and slept for the first time in three sunhighs. He did not dream.

______________________________________
All Plants Wither [open; death] SVx4Tzm
Ferretnose ∴ ThunderClan Warrior {V}* ∴ #609E5D
Aspenheart ∴ WindClan Medicine Cat {II}* ∴ #503B87
Beepaw ∴ ThunderClan Apprentice ∴ #4C9E8D
Tanglepaw ∴ ShadowClan Apprentice ∴ #AC6C6C
*disabled stat reduction

⇻Wondering what my characters are up to? Check my quote!⇺
All Plants Wither [open; death] S0Q5m4
Back to top Go down
Online
rhindon

rhindon

Characters : [R]aventail ♂ | [L]ightfang ♂ | [S]nowpaw ♂
Male
Leo Cat
Number of posts : 784
Age : 20

All Plants Wither [open; death] Empty
PostSubject: Re: All Plants Wither [open; death]   All Plants Wither [open; death] Icon_minitimeThu Feb 20, 2020 2:27 pm

It was funny, in a way. Raventail could see the silvering of Barleytuft’s muzzle and the hard-won scars cutting into his skin; he knew Barleytuft had become a warrior early enough to mentor Brookclover; he remembered Barleytuft being a senior warrior when he’d still been a newly-made Ravenpaw. But Barleytuft had never been old. Even whitecough hadn’t managed to change his mind on the matter. Of course, Raventail had still worried—who hadn’t? No face in WindClan (save, perhaps, for Finchstar’s) was as well-known and as welcomed as the fatherly senior warrior’s.

Worry from afar day after day, and never lift a whisker to change it. That was the pattern Raventail always seemed to slip into, no matter how many times he told himself he’d learned; this was no different. Since that day at the Gorge, they’d eased into something Raventail was reluctant to name, something that made him wonder if he’d been forgiven, or close to it. Something full of uncertainty and distance that after all this time still didn’t feel right—but when the alternative meant shattering one of his oldest bonds beyond repair, he’d embrace uncertainty as much as anything. One day (soon, he promised himself; as soon as StarClan went quiet again, because he knew he and Barleytuft would disagree on that), he’d ask. He had to hear where they stood from Barleytuft himself…but he could wait. They had time.

Wrapped up in a rare moment of rest, Raventail missed Goldengale’s cries for help. With his head on his paws, he watched Finchstar enter the medicine den, then Aspenheart a short time later. Something dark and uneasy balled up in his stomach. Sure, he was still trying to unravel how his opinion of Aspenheart had changed since the impromptu meeting, but spotting the gray tabby across camp didn’t normally make him nervous. This was different. A gut feeling.

When the dark tom poked his head into the medicine den, the first thing he saw was Barleytuft. Sleeping, his mind supplied brightly. As if he could ever mistake this for what it wasn’t. The bitter scents of herbs and sickness prickled in his throat. ”Barley…?”

Barleytuft. His friend. No point in dancing around it anymore.

Gradually, he recalled he hadn’t been the first to enter the den, and his world expanded to accommodate the others: Goldengale, Finchstar, Aspenheart huddled in a corner. Part of him, remembering how things had been instead of how he’d wanted them to be, demanded he console Finchstar, give Barleytuft’s family space to mourn. Another part wanted him to crumple in on himself at Barleytuft’s side. His mouth pulled itself in all the wrong directions. The next breath that left him came out too sharp, and he jerked away, back toward the open air, the rest of WindClan’s camp. Toward the moor. He would be back for the vigil, eyes dry and aching; he needed to be there. But Barleytuft was dead, and that was something Raventail could only handle alone.

/big rushed i'm sorry

______________________________________
- Deputy of WindClan -
[Character Profiles] [Remind Me]

All Plants Wither [open; death] Zl0bITv
Raventail [100/280]      
WindClan Deputy V      
Lightfang [80/240]    
WindClan Warrior IV    
    Snowpaw [15/50]
    RiverClan Apprentice
      Bitternkit [0/0]
      ThunderClan Unborn


Last edited by rhindon on Fri Feb 21, 2020 12:36 am; edited 1 time in total
Back to top Go down
Online
Falconwing

Falconwing

Characters : Ravenmist (R) | Crowspirit (C) | Goose (G)
Female
Taurus Rooster
Number of posts : 1024
Age : 14
Clan/Rank : ShadowClan, WindClan, Rogues/Loners

All Plants Wither [open; death] Empty
PostSubject: Re: All Plants Wither [open; death]   All Plants Wither [open; death] Icon_minitimeThu Feb 20, 2020 3:04 pm

"Grandpa? Gone?" Crowspirit padded into the den slowly, in disbelief. Barleytuft had always been there, for him, for Goldengale. After almost losing Spotlake, this was another hard blow. He hadn't been as close to his grandfather as some of his other relatives, but he had still loved the old tom. Greencough had claimed yet another one of his family, his friends. A silent tear slid down the scarred side of his face, his tail curling tighter around his paws. He wanted to run, run away from this loss, his life. But he had to be here. Be strong. For Spotlake. For Goldengale. For his kits. He couldn't take losing another cat close to him.

So he padded over to his mother, leaning into her. "I'm sorry. If there's anything that I can do, any way that I can help, please, tell me."
Back to top Go down
Online
Stormy

Stormy

Characters : [S]tormpaw, [D]ownpaw, [So]ftpaw
Female
Capricorn Monkey
Number of posts : 306
Age : 15
Clan/Rank : [S]ThunderClan apprentice/WindClan kit[D, So]

All Plants Wither [open; death] Empty
PostSubject: Re: All Plants Wither [open; death]   All Plants Wither [open; death] Icon_minitimeThu Feb 20, 2020 4:06 pm

Birds chirped as the young apprentice picked flowers for a flower crown. While not that efficient, she'd hoped to give it to Barleytuft, in hope to rekindle their once close bond. She'd just finished a crown of daisies and lavender, and she turned happily and padded towards camp. Oh, Barleytuft would love this! As she neared camp, however, she sensed something was wrong.

The air was tense, suspenseful. Something was wrong. Horribly wrong. With a sudden rush of dread, Softpaw sprang forward, bounding across the clearing in just a few leaps. The smell of death told her everything. She would walk in, and she'd... She'd find....

"Oh, no, no, NO!" A small whisper came from the entrance. Blue eyes had widened to their maximum, blue barely noticeable in the sea of white. "Dad! Dad, Get up, please! You said you wouldn't leave me, you promised! How could you? I-I-I- d-d-do-n-n't l-l-le-ave m-m-me!" Her sentence was broken down into sobs that were near incomprehensible.

Her father, her strong, loving, dependable father was dead. Struck down not by StarClan, but rather by sickness. Sickness she could have cured. Had she not been so caught up in her own issues, she may have prevented this. She'd tried; three quarters of a moon ago, she'd sent him to rest, despite the hurt she knew it would cause both she and the tom emotionally. But it hadn't been enough. She'd failed. what good am I if I can't cure my own father? She thought angrily. How had she'd failed so miserably?

The flower crown lay dull in the entrance of the den. Cream fur rubbed against the cheek of tan. How had this happened? Her brave, strong father. Still, she had to be strong for the Clan. They'd depend on her too. She'd need to be strong now, too. "Someone... S-someone get Downpaw and Clovertwist... Crowspirit, too... They'll.... They'll want t-to say their good... Goodbyes..." The words sounded dull on her tongue, seemingly so strange and foreign now. "Someone inform Raventail so we can have a proper vigil. Spotlake is to come here, immediately. I will not lose her to greencough, too." Softpaw directed, voice weak and heavy with grief. She'd hardly registered Raventail and Crowspirit were there already. You've got to be strong for them, they're counting on you... Don't fail them like you did Elmskip and Barleytuft.

She laid down now, having done all that was required of her. Her limbs were numb with grief, and she felt dizzy. She rested her head beside her father's one last time, closing her eyes. She couldn't protect him. She had failed.

______________________________________
Spoiler:
 

PitaPata Cat tickers
Stormpaw, ThunderClan l Softpaw, WindClan l Downpaw, WindClan
Notice these things in RP!:
Strompaw has been acting a bit rather like herself. She sticks close to Robinpaw and Cedarpaw. Perhaps they had a part in this change?
Downpaw has been extremely hostile towards everyone since his father died.
Softpaw is heavily grieving her father, Barleytuft. Someone should probably check on her.
Back to top Go down
Online
lemongrass
Former Staff
Former Staff
lemongrass

Female
Virgo Cat
Number of posts : 1051
Age : 20

All Plants Wither [open; death] Empty
PostSubject: Re: All Plants Wither [open; death]   All Plants Wither [open; death] Icon_minitimeSat Feb 22, 2020 6:13 pm

"Aspenheart!" Finchstar barked, yellow eyes aflame as the silver tabby padded away from Barleytuft and settled down in his nest. Finchstar's body shook, and he padded over on shaky legs to the tom's nest, past Crowspirit, past Softpaw. "Don't do this." He growled, cuffing the tom over the ears. "Don't you dare blame yourself for Barleytuft's death. I won't stand for it. On your feet rabbitbrain!" Finchstar was angry, saddened and angry as he stared at Aspenheart, tears pooling in his eyes. "I've lost one brother, I will not lose another." He stood for a bitter moment and sucked his lip, letting the tears fall to the floor, maw twisting in agony. After what seemed like eternity, Finchstar abandoned his post and came to sit by Softpaw, as quiet as a mouse. "We will hold a vigil tonight, 'paw." The tom spoke wearily, all emotion suddenly gone. He dug his claws into the ground and grimanced, squeezing his eyes shut until stars formed in his vision.

Unable to take it anymore, Finchstar turned and left the den, breathing in the late leafbare air, breath billowing into clouds. He caught sight of Raventail, noted the sorrow in his eyes, and nodded. He knew too. It wouldn't be long until all of WindClan did. A strange chuckle came from Finchstar's maw as he peered into the sky, trying to imagine Barleytuft watching from above instead of on the moor. "You were right, dear friend. WindClan will not be the same, but we will still be the stubborn cats of the moor." Bittersweet tears formed in Finchstar's eyes as he turned back towards the medicine den and stared through the fray. Barleytuft was right. It felt strange to talk to the tom now and hear no response. But Finchstar felt light. Perhaps it was the adrenaline, or perhaps it was denial, but he was blessed with a moment of clarity.

"WindClan." Finchstar spoke, louder this time, now facing the clearing. "Come now, today we mourn the greatest warrior to ever live."

______________________________________
All Plants Wither [open; death] UkRkCsF
{ Duskrain }
Warrior of ThunderClan
Tier II - {45/160}
{ Finchstar }
Leader of WindClan
Tier V - {120/300}
{ Tawnypaw }
Apprentice of RiverClan
Apprentice - {20/80}
{ Billie }
Rogue of Twolegplace
Tier I - {45/140}

Back to top Go down
https://www.deviantart.com/lemongrassart
sumashira
Former Staff
Former Staff
sumashira

Characters : [C]lovertwist
Female
Cancer Pig
Number of posts : 2147
Age : 24
Clan/Rank : [C] WC W[4]

All Plants Wither [open; death] Empty
PostSubject: Re: All Plants Wither [open; death]   All Plants Wither [open; death] Icon_minitimeWed Feb 26, 2020 5:41 am

Clovertwist had never been one to wake at dawn of his own accord; oftentimes his father or his sister would wake him around that time, and he was perfectly pleasant, but rising with the sun had never particularly caught on for him. He slept as soundly as was to be expected for a tom who fell asleep with an ill father and an uneasy Clan. As Goldengale discovered Barleytuft's body, and Aspenheart bitterly confirmed the horrible truth, and Softpaw wailed in mourning, and Raventail left in sorrow, and Crowspirit comforted his heartbroken mother, Clovertwist slept. The sound of Finchstar’s voice calling through the camp clearing was the first thing that opened the silver tabby tom’s eyes. Drowsily he blinked through the clearing, but by then other cats had begun to shift, alerted to the call.

The young warrior lifted his head, and without even knowing what words had been called his heart twisted. Clovertwist threw himself to his paws, hissing as his sleepiness evaporated, ”Oh, rabbit-dung.” The silver warrior shoved his way out of the den into the dawn-lit clearing, and immediately he was frozen with the sight of Finchstar, eyes puffy, red, and glassy with tears. Clovertwist stared at him hard for a moment, and without wasting another second he tore himself away from the Clan as it gathered, heading for the medicine den. No, no, no, no, no, his thoughts repeated, but he knew what he’d find when he stepped inside. He had feared it since the day they’d learned that Finchstar had lost a life to the illness sweeping through WindClan.

Barleytuft had only one life to lose.

Clovertwist pushed through into the medicine den, and what he saw was as he expected, yet still he froze just inside the entrance. Barleytuft was still in his nest; the senior warrior’s grizzled face was stone still, and even with Softpaw’s face laid right next to his there was no sign of awareness… no life. Softpaw’s expression was hollow, worse than he’d ever seen before the truth of what happened between her and Aspenheart came out. The medicine cat tom was laying in his nest in a heap of angular limbs, his back to the miserable world that hovered inside his den. Goldengale stood with a horrified and desperate expression on her face a few tail-lengths away.

The warrior stood staring for a long time; outside, Finchstar was telling the Clan what had happened. Clovertwist might have been able to listen and hear it from the steady tom, but he didn’t… need to hear it, and so he didn’t want to. His kinked tail flicked uncomfortably and he whispered in a croaking voice, ”He… He didn’t make it. I thought he was going to… He wanted to.” With heavy steps, Clovertwist moved further inward, towards Goldengale. He approached his littermate and pressed his head against her shoulder, then rested it on her back, offering his own to lean on. He had no words to speak, and so he didn’t try.

______________________________________


All Plants Wither [open; death] XHqRJeSClovertwist of WindClan
Tier 4 Warrior [80/240]
half-SkyClan

character profile

Back to top Go down
Online
Fox

Fox

Characters : Foxspirit (F), Echofrost (E), Meadowpaw (M) and Briarpaw (B)
Female
Virgo Goat
Number of posts : 493
Age : 16
Clan/Rank : WC Warrior, TC Warrior, WC Warrior

All Plants Wither [open; death] Empty
PostSubject: Re: All Plants Wither [open; death]   All Plants Wither [open; death] Icon_minitimeSat Feb 29, 2020 3:25 pm

Briarthorn came out of the warriors den at Finchstar's call, somehow knowing who had died before he saw the body. He didn't want to admit it, but as he padded out towards the small gathering of cats, he knew there was no denying it. Barlytuft was dead. Gone. Just like his father Badgerthorn, just like his mother Graybriar, just like all his littermates...  

Barlytuft had done so much for his mother, helped her so much after she lost her first mate. Briarthorn had never really known his father, since he had died so soon after Graybriar had given birth. If it weren't for Barlytuft, he would have no family left. When he had decided to become a warrior, Barlytuft had been there, acting as a sort of father figure he had never been able to have. Barlytuft had been his main role model, the cat who he wanted to become like. To have him die...

Even though Briarthorn had no blood tie to the old tom, he felt like he had when he had lost Graybriar, his last direct relitive. When that had happend, Barlytuft had been there for him and his step siblings. Barlytuft was family, just as much as his mother and father had been. And now he was with them in StarClan... Briarthorn looked up at the stars, his green eyes filling with tears. Was Barlytuft up there, looking watching them? Was he finally at peace, with everyone he had lost?

Briarthorn walked towards the medicin den after Clovertwist, but paused at the entrance. He wanted to go in, see his step father, comfort his half siblings, but... he didn't think he'd would be welcome. After all, he wasn't related to this amazing warrior, as much as he wanted to be. Barlytuft's real family probably wanted to be alone with him. Briarthorn lowered his head, tears falling to the ground, mixing with the dust. He wasn't their family, his family was dead. He turned around, head still lowered, tail drooping low. Briarthorn walked away from the medicine den, sitting down with the rest of the gathering cats. As much as he wanted to be with Goldengale, Clovertwist, and his other step siblings, that was where he belonged. Alone.

______________________________________
All Plants Wither [open; death] 3c4dd30b-7e60-4eac-be97-79027644cee1
All Plants Wither [open; death] HYafQ43
Foxspirit of WindClan~~  Echofrost of ThunderClan~~Briarthorn of WindClan

All Plants Wither [open; death] Mi9fm8
Back to top Go down
Stormy

Stormy

Characters : [S]tormpaw, [D]ownpaw, [So]ftpaw
Female
Capricorn Monkey
Number of posts : 306
Age : 15
Clan/Rank : [S]ThunderClan apprentice/WindClan kit[D, So]

All Plants Wither [open; death] Empty
PostSubject: Re: All Plants Wither [open; death]   All Plants Wither [open; death] Icon_minitimeThu Mar 05, 2020 5:46 am

"D-dad?"

A small stutter came from the tom as he stood in the medicine den entrance, eyes wide. The rabbit by his paws had been long forgotten. No, that couldn't be his father. His strong, comforting father. The tom who usually looked so confident and strong looked as puny as a kit now. Green eyes stretched wide, ginger tail trailing in the dirt, pelt bushed up in grief and disbelief. His paws longed to carry him over to his sister, to comfort her, and, perhaps, to seek comfort from her. Instead, he heard a sorrowful yowl from somewhere deep inside, and it took him a heartbeat to realize he was the one wailing.

"No! No! NO! That is not Barleytuft! That can't be! He was fine! He was recovering! He isn't dead! He- h-he can't.." The indignant, disbelieving yowl trailed off as the apprentice was choked by a sob. He recovered enough after a minute to cast a furious glare at he medicine cat, "You let him die! Why didn't you save him?" Downpaw demanded, eyes blazing with fury. "What kind of medicine cat are you?" He spat, "You attack your apprentice and then let her father die." Fur bristling, he spun and raced across the clearing, out of camp. He ignored the shocked yowls and cats calling after him.

He needed to be alone right now.

______________________________________
Spoiler:
 

PitaPata Cat tickers
Stormpaw, ThunderClan l Softpaw, WindClan l Downpaw, WindClan
Notice these things in RP!:
Strompaw has been acting a bit rather like herself. She sticks close to Robinpaw and Cedarpaw. Perhaps they had a part in this change?
Downpaw has been extremely hostile towards everyone since his father died.
Softpaw is heavily grieving her father, Barleytuft. Someone should probably check on her.
Back to top Go down
Online
Sponsored content




All Plants Wither [open; death] Empty
PostSubject: Re: All Plants Wither [open; death]   All Plants Wither [open; death] Icon_minitime

Back to top Go down
 
All Plants Wither [open; death]
Back to top 
Page 1 of 1

Permissions in this forum:You cannot reply to topics in this forum
Warrior Clan Cats :: Areas of the Forest :: WindClan Camp :: WindClan Medicine Den-
Jump to: