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He was doing this for the second time now.
Goosefury watched from within the void as Gingerfrost materialized in front of him. It was easy enough to see how he felt about it, with bristling hackles and a single, sharp green eye that stared in the tom's direction. The steps he took forward lingered briefly in the form of starry pawprints before vanishing. It was a dark, starless void, oppressive and vast, the only point of light being what minimal flickering points lingered within Goosefury's fur. He stopped a few pawsteps away from Gingerfrost and a harsh wind swept through, relentlessly slamming Gingerfrost but leaving Goosefury untouched. "Beansprout failed me." His voice rolled over the abyssal expanse like thunder. "I wasn't expecting much more from him. In all honesty, I don't expect much more from you. From what I've seen, you sit and you do little else than play yes-tom to leaders who don't deserve the title, and allow unworthy cats to remain in places of power. Beansprout didn't get his lives. I didn't give him his name, either - he lied about that - and neither will you. Prove you deserve to have them, to me and to your Clan, before they fall with you. Now get out." The abyss collapsed in on itself, leaving Goosefury's single green eye gleaming in the dark before it winked out. [ @Estelle ] |
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Crowstorm @Estelle ; @dino. The tabby did nothing more than guide the leader to the Starcave. His own paws itching the closer he got. Once there he was repsectful, however, sitting post on the outside of the cave. A leader without lives was like a mouse without any cover. Although granted the tabby had no care for what ultimately happened. The future, his own fate, as well as other's fates were out of his paws. It wasn't for him to decide. |
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Crowstorm (Apologies for the delayed reply T^T I am out of my funk ! /w\ ) @Estelle The tabby's ears twitched as he kept watch. A leader without lives was vunerable, and RiverClan had been through enough. Loosing one leader, as useless as he was, was a big enough blow. They didn't need to loose another so soon after. It felt as though an eternity had gone past before Gingerfrost had poked his head out of the Cave. Ears swiveling before his head. Taking a moment to take the tom in, although the Warrior couldn't discern anything different. No sense of accomplishment, not even a hint of dissapointment. Unable to tell if he was accepted or turned down. It piqued his interest. The Tom picked himself up and dipped his head. "I'll be joining you, if you don't mind Gingerstar." he replied. |
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「☆」 THE GENTLE GIANT 「☆」 |
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https://warriorcatsonline.com/forums...ictureid=41664 | Lightningpaw | Flock Together [Tier 2] - Inactive An amused purr escaped Lightningpaw at her mentor's response, allowing a moment of affection to pass between them as she attempted to nuzzle his shoulder. Well... lower shoulder. Their size difference was... remaining apparent no matter how old she got. "You know I love to tease," she mewed, her voice kinder than it had been throughout the night despite the playful words. Taking a small breather, she turned to the dilute ThunderClan calico as she began to speak, teaching of herbs she had learned of recently herself. As with all new knowledge gained, Lightningpaw's large ears perked up, alert and ready to absorb all the information Springpaw had to offer. The lithe molly had never been one for gossip herself, finding the idle chatter of things that were rarely ever even half truths dull and unnecessary. Facts, however? Things she could use. That would only raise her use to the clan, give her even more capabilities to atone for those she had been unable to save? Unwilling to, in one instance? Those she lapped up with gusto. Savoring every word and holding it dear in her mind, safely guarded for a time she might need it. A part of her wondered if she would ever have something to share here with these cats. Some herb she'd found out about that no one else had any knowledge of. She supposed she might, although... maybe not everything? Maybe not things that she felt they might not get in their own territories. Bumblestar had already shown to feel like she was above clan borders when it came to her own clan. She wouldn't be surprised if she sent herb patrols to find herbs unavailable in the woods towards the other clans. Or worse. Gain territory until she alone held all the cures in the forest. It was probably unfair of her to assume such grandiosely evil plans, but her imagination had always had the tendency to go big on such situations. Making bad things inevitably worse. Deciding to not dwell on such things, she instead opted for offering the ThunderClan medicine cat apprentice a playful grin, blue eyes lighting up as her thirst for knowledge lay temporarily sated. "Look at you, being mentor for the night. Cheers on that, love. Always good to hear new uses well known herbs. The more common the herb, the better. Easier to keep in stock, really." Interrupted by her mentor's gesturing once more, Lightningpaw quirked her brow before her mouth rounded in a silent oh. Right. She had been so focused on translating, she hadn't noticed they hadn't described the sunset roses. It was a shame they didn't have any on them after the fire, although frankly, she would prefer it if they never needed them again. Still... with leafbare soon upon them, maybe it would be wise to send a patrol or two out to potentially find them. In the meantime, maybe the other clans could try to find them on their own with the description provided here today. "Right, forgot to mention. For the sunset roses. They are... well... roses, like the name implies. Beautiful shades of red and orange, like a proper sunset when the light hits them just right, innit?" she mewed, turning a grin at her mentor, the memory of their discovery still one she relished. "They seem to prefer low amounts of sunlight, so well covered areas with little exposure should be best for them." The conversation taking a small turn after Lightningpaw asked for more information on Coldamber, however, she had to admit to being in complete shock because... well... Cowtuft was talking. Proper talking! In front of others! He seemed... distressed, and by instinct the medicine cat apprentice raised a paw and attempted to place it comfortingly at his forelimb as she often did. Still... attempts to comfort her mentor aside, what he said did not add up. Did Coldamber defect to ThunderClan at some point? Huh... that was strange. But, why would she abandon WindClan to become a retired medicine cat in ThunderClan? Why not just ask to step down in WindClan itself? She couldn't imagine doing it herself, leaving her job of helping the wounded and sick. But she could understand that it wasn't for everyone. She certainly wouldn't have seen herself doing such when she was younger. Before she could ask for more details, however, Cowtuft was mentioning that it was time to go in. It would probably be cruel of her. To ask him to speak more than necessary. Especially after he'd already spoken so much tonight! And besides, she wanted to know what was starting! Curiosity sparking in her gaze, she got up, her dainty paws giddily stomping on the ground like a kit being taken out of the nursery for the first time. Turning to the rest, she offered a grin before speaking. "Looks like it's time, unless anyone's got any objections?" - @x ghostie [Cowtuft] | @Omari [Drizzlecloud] | @Pitou [Elmshadow] | @carmen. [Stonepaw] | @ares [Springpaw] |
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**Elmshadow** @Alchemist Kitsune @x ghostie @carmen @ares @Omari [Am sick and kind of rushed to get something out so I apologize if I missed anything or jumbled this together a bit ><]The dark medicine cat's green eyes traveled languidly from one fellow medicine cat to the next as they continued conversing, exchanging knowledge and pleasantries. He had at one time thought Ivysnake would be the politically-minded of the two, playing nice with the other meds. That had proven folly and, regardless, here he was as the sole Shadowclan medicine cat remaining. However, he'd done his dues, he'd given the others his most recent discovery and the most pressing or concerning at that. He truly had little interest in sharing further. Though listening generally proved useful. It was common of the type of cats who generally ended up at medicine cats to be a little looser of the tongue, a tad bit more willing to trust than their warrior counterparts. Though he knew they were not completely frog-brained, at least not to give up any true secrets. His attention turned to focus on Springpaw, though he kept his eyes cold and neutral, as the Thunderclanner began explaining chamomile. Cooler areas, not in the sun. Should be easy enough to find in Shadowclan. Though the sandy area will be a challenge. To strengthen the heart and soothe the mind. Indeed it sounded to be exactly the herb his daughter had needed; she was always a skittish thing, too attached to Goldenstep and Sunsetthorn and prone to cowering. He stifled a yawn at her concern over Stonepaw's ability to maintain focus though her rambling. She was mighty impressed with herself to believe she had the power to make others overthink. It was only after her next little monologue about borage that he began to realize that the apprentice was not simply sharing information but apparently offering Stonepaw a lesson. His brow cocked mildly. He hadn't gotten the impression that the young Riverclanner had particulaly needed a lesson, especially from the far less experienced Springpaw. It seemed the new medicine apprentice had been hitting the learnings hard quite early on in her appointment but that hardly negated Stonepaw's moons of extra time spent. Though, admittedly more interesting to Elmshadow, Cowtuft's voice broke his thoughts, stealing them away completely to the other track that Springpaw had started. Coldamber. Looking at it all now, of course Coldamber had been of Windclan, it seemed to be woven into her very pelt. Elmshadow had simply blinded himself to it, plausible deniability and such. Besides, it made that much less sense that she'd help him. If what Cowtuft said was true, she would've been in the prime of the true heat between their clans. Did Starclan truly have so much power as to completely wipe a cat of their grudges? There really was little point in continuing to allow the thought to continue down the path it was traveling so Elmshadow cut it short. He'd already determined that Coldamber's teachings were legit so there was little point in trying to figure out or understand her motives. As his own mind turned towards the next phase, Cowtuft made a fairly easily readable gesture of moving on and then, naturally, Lightningpaw echoed the sentiment. Elmshadow nodded once at the Windclan medicine cat, feigning back just slightly to give leave for Cowtuft and his apprentice to head inside first. |
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Drizzlecloud Thunderclan She/her The Thunderclan Medicine Cat listened to Lightningpaw’s translations again, humming in consideration now that she knew what the rose in question looked like–and where it grew. Good to know! She could only pray that she would remember it–and if she didn’t, she dearly hoped that Springpaw would. Drizzlecloud kept quiet as she listened to her apprentice’s findings, trying her very best to commit it all to her own memory. Even if she didn’t remember it all, she found no shame in asking her apprentice to help her remember these things. Some might find that learning from your own apprentice is embarrassing or belittling, but truly, none of that applied here. At least not to her. Drizzlecloud and Springpaw became Medicine Cats at the same time, so it was only reasonable for the both of them to teach each other about their findings. In all honesty, it made her feel proud of her apprentice–she had come far since the very first time in which they stepped into the medicine den alongside each other. Her gaze shifted to Cowtuft, surprised to hear his voice, but she tried her best to make sure that surprise wasn’t visible on her face. It was interesting to hear more about Coldamber–a medicine cat who seemed to help out all of the herb cats that were sitting with her now. She found it interesting–and she found herself wondering about the Starclan molly even more-so now. She hummed softly, “Interesting.” Ah, it seemed that now was the time to enter. She felt a rush of anxiety run down her spine, but instead of letting out a shaky sigh, she simply offered her new herb-companions a smile. “Now seems like a good time, if any.” She dipped her head, wordlessly offering for the rest of the cats to enter before her. They had seniority in this position, so they deserved to lead the way. [ @eris @carmen @Pitou @Alchemist Kitsune @x ghostie ] |
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https://warriorcatsonline.com/forums...ictureid=41664 | Lightningpaw | Flock Together [Tier 2] - Inactive It had been a mostly silent walk up to the Starcave. The young molly had her suspicions as to why her mentor had decided to make the long journey there tonight. It had been odd... what with the lack of communication on their destination. She had simply recognized the path. It wasn't time for a half moon meeting, and considering how much he'd been preferring to stay inside the den of late, it was a surprise at all that the tom had suggested the walk. Of course, she had no doubt that there were no nefarious thoughts in the black and white feline's heart, but other than a half moon meeting, there was little left to come here for. With Twilightstar still being with them, this was certainly not medicine cats travelling with their deputy to earn them their new lives. So that left Cowtuft needing to communicate with StarClan urgently, or... maybe... it was just time? But then... wouldn't have Cowtuft mentioned something about it? Probably. He'd been the one to ask her if she wanted to follow the path of healing that fateful night seasons ago. He would have probably been just as giddy to tell her he thought she was ready to receive her own name. To become a proper medicine cat. Well... quite frankly, proper medicine cat in name only. Lightningpaw wasn't sure if she would ever stop seeing herself as his apprentice. There was just so much the tom did so effortlessly, his seasons of experience on her always ensuring she had to keep on her toes just to keep up. Some might have found that exhausting, but she thought it was quite exhilarating. Kept her from going lazy. From thinking she had no more to learn. Because there was always more to learn. But if that wasn't it... then what? What emergency could have led him here tonight? Before her mind could wander down that path and get lost in her usual, winding trails fueled by an overactive imagination that overrode her sense of logic from time to time, the tom spoke, coaxing large ears up. Blinking once, she looked around them in surprise. Had it been so misty when they'd left, or had the weather turned on them as they made their way to the Starcave? "Prob'ly for the best. Tempers around the clans been stormy at best, at least this way we won't have to deal with anyone following." It was probably a coincidence, but a part of her did wonder if this was all StarClan. Did the dead lot want to speak to Cowtuft tonight? Was this their way of ensuring the medicine cat's safe passage? Maybe... maybe not. Regardless she would assume they would take the credit if it was to their advantage, so no point in dwindling on that for too long. It wasn't long after he spoke again, not a moment too soon either. It was getting colder, Lightningpaw could feel the chill through her short fur. It was an uncomfortable chill, not quite belonging to the night itself. Curiously, she placed herself besides the tom as the entrance came to view. The lithe calico wasn't certain if she was imagining it, but there was something... off about Cowtuft tonight. Some sort of hesitance? Anxiety? Yes... that felt more like it. It must have been something dire that had compelled him to come here. Turning her gaze towards the entrance, she smirked, attempting to lighten the mood. "Looks like you were right. Shall we go rustle up some stars, then? Hope they don't think me too shabby looking next to that dapper flower crown of yours with just my little feather," the molly purred, attempting to rub her shoulder playfully against the tom. - @x ghostie [Cowtuft] |
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