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.
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(My muse is finally slowly returning ill try and be more active but this will have to be a quick post.... If people need me cause their character is hurt in Windclan pls at me here or in discord. I know I have to take care of KJ's Bracken but if people can send me messages of if Batsong and Birchpaw need to attend to other wounded pls let me know and Ill get to those asap as well :D )
Batsong stayed near Brackenwings side. The break of the leg was pretty bad news but she was just glad that her sister (adoptive) was still alive... She would be so angry with herself if she let Swiftsprits kit die... She promised Swiftsprit that she would protect her kits... so far that record didnt look so great with so many tragic endings... Boarpaw, and Sagepaw had both died apprentices and Shimmergale not long after as a young warrior after also being missing for a long time. Falowpaw and Brackenwing were the two remaining and it was clear to any outside observer that Batsong was quite protective of both of them.
"Ugh ... Bracken! ... keep the w-w..weight off the l-leg" she scolded in her quiet whispery shy-ish voice.
"y-y..your gonna make it all w-w..worse she fretted flicking her tail in a scolding but also caring manor.
She pawed gently at thewarior motioning her to at least sit. "I'll g-get some f-f-f..fo-food for ya in just a bit p-p..promise she said quietly... but looking around it might be a bit tough to fufill said promise... it wasnt like they had a fresh kill pile here while they were all cramped into such a small space... hmm well this would be another challenge. She sighed as she checked again to see that the stick used to keep the leg in a healing position was secure again... (it was only like the 6th time she checked this ... but yeaaa as mentioned she is a bit protective of BRacken)
Batsong is helping Brackens busted leg but is also available to any other windclan injured....(or I guess ANY injured she will still help you )
Swiftheart:
Swiftheart saw so many cats going all over the place... she was happy that her family was all safe and that everyone had made it here... despite Nightstar losing a life it felt that they did as well as they could have given the circumstances. The usual optimist had found the silver lining in realizing that this coulda been a lot worse.
Swiftheart is checking up on her clanmates and is free to interact with.
Sprucebark:
Sprucebark was overjoyed to see poppyshine again. And Brookstone was here too! He purred happy but exhausted. He breifly touched noses to his older sister and mentor in greeting and in respect just as was tradition for apprentices to do so to mentors at their ceromony... (and Sprucebark is a very tradition oriented and rule oriented fellow so this only makes sense after all) After giving her a quick nuzzle the exhausted warrior found a (relativly) quiet spot and settled in almost immediately passing out into a deep sleep. He never slept so well as he did during this nap. He was content to be back home... his paws were sore and split open and his muscles ached from the long jurney home but he was back now... where he belonged with his family and they were gonna get through all this, but for now... ZZZ sleepie time
Sprucebark is tired. You can interact with him if you really want... but Im trying to focus what muse I have to Swift and Bat and Daisy so he is gonna be "afk" for a bit... if you really wanna wake him up you can but he'll probably be grumpy you have been warned lols
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The last few hours had been little more than a blur. One moment, Adderdawn was returning to camp, proudly carrying a surprising large hare; the next, the moors were rolling and trembling beneath WindClan's paws, and somewhere in the distance it sounded as if the earth itself had ruptured. All of WindClan had been afraid, he was sure, yet he felt particularly miserable about his own fear. He had been brave enough-- or perhaps just stupid enough --to hunt down a pack of foxes as an apprentice; to commit himself to the tunnels that ran beneath their territory; to throwing himself into the river, tail-length's away from the lethal drop of the Gorge, for a cat he would likely never speak to again. A little trembling shouldn't have made him go completely rigid, stood there stupid and useless.
It had, though. There had been commotion, and at first it seemed WindClan would stay in their camp and weather out the tumult. But when the shaking stopped and it seemed all would be well, strange voices echoed out over the open land, heavy footsteps accompanying them. While Adderdawn hadn't encountered one before, he understood what the noises were: twolegs. It was then that Shrikestar had ordered WindClan to leave. In large groups, they fled their camp. Adderdawn lingered particularly late. He did not want to leave behind all he knew for an indeterminate amount of time. Everything he had was here. Well-- everything he'd had was his brother, but he hadn't seen Flutterpetal through the crowds of his racing Clanmates. Though he told himself repeatedly he'd just missed Flutter in the chaos, and he'd gone ahead with an earlier group, Adderdawn still took his time poking through the camp, went astray over moorlands. Eventually, when he saw a distant looming figure waving big, ungainly paws, he was forced to rush on to Fourtrees.
He was getting anxious again. His persistent anxiety had turned into only sadness and anger as he grew up; he rarely felt this shaking in his stiff limbs, this dryness in his mouth, not since he was very young. I hope you're alright, Flutter. Hesitantly, Adderdawn craned his neck to look into the sky. Whatever StarClan Flutterpetal and Whisperear and every other devout cat spoke of, he prayed they were looking down on WindClan now. He hopped forward into a proper run.
It wasn't too long before he caught up with the rest of WindClan, chasing their heels as they joined... every other Clan, it seemed, in the hollow. Adderdawn's ears flattened against his head. He hated every part of this, and now his breath was coming only in short, ragged bursts. An uneasy mrrowl rolled through his throat, and he pressed himself low to the ground. He was small already, but it would make him just slightly more unnoticeable. As he stalked past his Clanmates, he found his head knocking into sturdy legs-- instinctually, his tail and hackles bristled, but he calmed immediately on seeing who he'd bumped into. "Whisperear!" He breathed, relief flooding him. Intentionally this time, he pressed the flat of his head to the other warrior's shoulder. "I'm glad you're alright. And Coyotegrin's kits." He flicked his tail in the vague direction of the litter under his friend's protection, but did not offer them a glance. Instead, he went chattering on, shifting nervously between paws as he spoke. "Did Flutterpetal run into you at all? I think I missed him, I was late joining WindClan. I'm sure he just went ahead, but..." Adderdawn scuffed the ground. What if Flutterpetal had been lost to them, in the midst of everything? He shook himself out, determined to clear the thought.
Adderdawn has joined Whisperear and is also searching for Flutterpetal.
It felt like the only emotion Marshmallow could feel in that moment. With Fangkit and Poppykit tightly in her jaws, she thought she'd be lost forever. In a territory that she thought she knew like the back of her paw, but after being shaken up by the earth, it looked like another territory entirely. One she did not know at all, let alone by the back of her paw.
All because she had separated from the others.
As one of the last to leave camp, and ear-piercing scream sent panic up through her limbs, a motherly instinct to get her precious children away, because she knew there was danger. Now she was wandering through the marsh, mud thick, up past her legs now. She wanted to see the thunderpath, any section of it, any sign of hope..?
That smell.
That ever-so-unpleasant, sickening smell. One that no-cat could like. She was near the carrionplace. Odd twoleg walls that had been toppled over, the stench of crowfood. It was comforting in a way she never thought could ever be. Yet here she was, speeding up into a run, and heading right towards the smell. That one landmark could save her, it could save her kits, it could save her from being lost forever among the marshlands. She could see it now, and the thunderpath behind it. She knew where fourtrees was.
Marshmallow was saved. Marshmallow's kits were saved. She was now free from the mud that clung to her limbs, stuck to her fur, as she headed near the thunderpath. She doubted it would be unsafe, if she was a monster, she would never want to run along the thunderpath after the earth itself moved. She could see effects from the shake, a few more cracks in the weird sticky stone. She could feel loose bits wriggling themselves between her toes.
She felt sick, but she kept her mewling kits close, in her jaws, away from the danger. She never thought she'd be so attached, but here she was. She would never want to see them in danger, she wanted to protect them, more fiercely than anyone before.
Her paw pads felt sore, they were used to the soft marshy grounds she called home, but she was afraid to venture back into the marsh... Would she get lost again? Marshmallow didn't want to even try it. Right now, she wandered. She had never really been this close to this part of the thunderpath before since her moonstone journey, and now she was walking right on it.
She stopped walking, a large crack right in front of her, or well, large for a cat, probably not large for the monsters that run along the path. With a leap, she made it over, and she thought she could see the place where this thunderpath joined the main thunderpath ahead. She was so, so close. Why couldn't she be there now? Forcing herself to press on, she made sure she never stopped moving, whatever it took to get her kits to safety so she could feed them.
After what felt like moons, her paw pads touched grass. Cool leaffall grass. Marshmallow wanted to flop over and roll in it. She couldn't just stop here, fourtrees was so close, she thought she could hear cats, though it could've been her imagination... If they even made it to fourtrees.
Pressing that thought down, she pushed on, knowing she was currently in WindClan territory, she turned left, heading straight for the four large oak trees she loved more than ever, now. She stopped just before she entered the hollow. The thought of Scorchtalon seeing her with her kits... Would he give away her betrayal to all of ShadowClan? No... He wouldn't do that. I hope he's dead more than anything.
Finally, she was there, her clanmates were there, everyone she knew was there. Cats looked in pain, and Nightstar was alive... Surprising seeing as StarClan had been cruel with leader lives quite recently. She saw Iceheart with Amberkit and Cicadakit, but she couldn't see her other two children anywhere yet.
She ran over, too exhausted to cry out, but her eyes were filled with joy.
Marshmallow's purrs could've probably been heard throughout the whole clearing, she placed Fangkit and Poppykit down at her paws and reached for the other two kits. "I'm sorry I took so long to get here." She weakly mewed. "I got separated from everyone else..."
Widening her eyes and pulling her kits close, she muttered to them softly. "Oh, you must be so hungry..." She started cleaning them all vigorously, before pausing and looking up at the other warrior. "Thank you, thank the stars everyone's okay. Do you know where Sunkit and Applekit are?" She blinked gratefully at Iceheart, her purrs slowing down as she calmed herself.
CICADAKIT - Cicadakit didn't know much, but she knew it was a very, very long time since she had seen her mother. She was being tossed around with so many cats it was hard to keep track. She wanted to cry for her mother, and she was so worried for her siblings. Of course, she didn't know what happened, how could she? She felt confused, that's all. She was also very, very tired, so tired and sleepy. She had to stay awake for when mama came back. She was very, very hungry as well.
Her very, very feelings were very, very strong, but she didn't yell, she waited, watching with her weak kit eyes, and waiting for the lovely smell of her dearest mother.
After a very, very long time had past, she smelt her. She heard her. She thought the ground was moving again. A small kit-purr rose from her chest as she allowed herself to be pulled into her mother's warm grasp. A very, very welcoming cuddle.
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Characters : [W]illowpaw, [S]wirlkit, [A]mberkit Clan/Rank : [W]Skyclan apprentice [S]Riverclan apprentice [A] Unborn Shadowclankit Number of posts : 98 Gender : Female Age : 13
Willowpaw finally trudged into the clearing, already filled with cats from all the different clans. She was weary, and her paws ached from the once exciting journey. She thought back to her last gathering - how young she'd been, how free from the troubles that plagued the forest now- No. Willowpaw shook the unwelcome thoughts from her head, and instead focused on finding a place to rest and recuperate, to deal with the next life-changing that was coming her way, whatever it was.
Swirlpaw staggered into the clearing, her legs about to give way from underneath her. Her normally immaculately groomed fur was plastered to her side, dripping with dirty river water. She settled her herself in a dry spot, and began to clean her pelt in a rhythmic, soothing motion, trying to convey some semblance of calm.
Thank Starclan, she exhaled with relief, worried they might not listen to her. As she began to return to Woolywing the voice of Brookstone called her attention. “Sp-sprucebark?” Her paws rushed to the meows of cats circling a collapsed tom. She was more calmed by the sight than anxious. “Sprucey!” she called hoarsely before running up to the poor tom, “I thought you were-…” the molly pressed her face into his worn fur, “Welcome home.”
The warrior was obviously not well, but it would be difficult to help without the ability to ask the patient questions. Besides, Dovesight probably could help him better than she could. Nonetheless, she felt relieved he could make it home. Maybe this isn’t as hopeless as I thought.
Sprucebark lifted his weary head up eyes meeting his little sisters. "sandy He gave a small little purr one that sounded cracked with strain but was happy to see her none the less. HE was so scared that he wouldnt get to see her again and now they were back together. He never felt more at peace when she nuzzled into his ruffled fur that was for now quite a mess from everything he had been through. The orderly tom was never like this if he could avoid it but he was too exhausted to even groom it back out again right now.
He curled up into a little ball and fell asleep next to her feeling safe and at home for the first time in along while
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