Larkswoop - [ Active ] Flock Together T2
ThunderClan Warrior - 28 Moons
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Larkswoop arrived at Haggard Ruins, tail tip twitching.
The ThunderClan warrior had left her apprentice, Silverpaw, back at camp since he had never shown up after she'd called for him. Hopefully he'd follow her tracks if he even knew he had been sent on patrol.
The molly crouched at the sounds of rustling, her ears perking up. Watching, Larkswoop spotted a squirrel rummaging around the snow-covered forest floor.
Pawsteps light and catious, Larkswoop stalked forward slowly. Once she was close enough to the squirrel - and had made sure its scent was flowing towards her instead of the other way around - the warrior leaped, landing square on the squirrel.
Before the squirrel could call out in alarm, Larkswoop gave it a clean, swift bite to the neck. The squirrel went limp in the she-cat's jaws.
Burying the squirrel to collect later, Larkswoop padded along.
While she was stalking a wood mouse, it suddenly ran though it hadn't seen or scented Larkswoop. That's when she heard a cracking noise above her.
A branch snapped away from an oak tree, cascading down to the ground. Before Larkswoop could move, pain shot through her leg as the branch landed on her rear quarters.
A shriek sounded from the ThunderClan warrior. Cold spread through her body as snow landed on top of her, too.
Larkswoop struggled to free herself from the branch, hissing in pain every time she tried to move her hind leg.
The ThunderClan molly let out a wail.
''Help!''
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Rainstar is the current Clan Leader of RippleClan. She has an open-den policy.
Owlswoop is the current Clan Deputy of ValleyClan.
@Desert Rain Frog [ Silverpaw ]
@BEAR. [ Wolfpaw, so he knows Larkswoop has left, and so you know I went with the prompt. ]
@dino. [ Bumblestar, so she's aware of Larkswoop's situation. ]
@Omari [ Drizzlecloud ]
@eris [ Springpaw ]
He Yowled, He Had Tracked His Mentor Here, Just In Time To See The Branch Fall. Im Coming! He Bounded Over And Tried To Lift The Branch, But It Didnt Work...This Is Gonna Hurt.. He Sunk His Claws Into The Branch, Pulling It Off Slightly. He Dragged It A Bit More, But It Just Tore A Pawpad.
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GarlicFrog Is GarlicClans Oldest Cat. She Bites.
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He Yowled, He Had Tracked His Mentor Here, Just In Time To See The Branch Fall. Im Coming! He Bounded Over And Tried To Lift The Branch, But It Didnt Work...This Is Gonna Hurt.. He Sunk His Claws Into The Branch, Pulling It Off Slightly. He Dragged It A Bit More, But It Just Tore A Pawpad.
Larkswoop - [ Active ] Flock Together T2
ThunderClan Warrior - 24 Moons
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Larkswoop managed to wriggle herself out from under the branch as she noticed Silverpaw just barely managing to pull it off of her.
Teeth chattering, the ThunderClan warrior stood on three paws, unable to put down her hind paw.
She looked at the branch, green eyes narrowing. ''That branch is pretty big. Not even a huge gust of wind could have been what caused it to break. There must have been a force that acted upon it.'' Her voice was hoarse and strained with pain.
Ears perked, the molly looked around for any signs of what could have caused the branch to break.
Larkswoop looked at Silverpaw, forest green gaze softening. She bent her head and nuzzled her apprentice between the ears.
''Thank you for saving me. That was really brave, and must have taken up a lot of strength and courage to pull the branch off of me. You're quite the strong cat.''
Larkswoop's voice was a warm-hearted purr that rumbled in her throat.
''I'm sure Silverstorm will be proud of you, because I certainly am,'' The warrior limped away towards where she buried her squirrel. ''Even Bumblestar would be foolish not to praise you, Silverpaw.''
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Rainstar is RippleClan's current Leader. She has an open-den policy.
Upupup. She tried to ignore the guilt as she practically used Yarrowcrest's arm like a tree, climbing up until Redhawk was able to pull herself onto solid ground once more. Every sound around her was deafened by the thundering of her heart in her chest. For a brief moment she stayed crouched on the ground, unable to open her eyes to even peek.
The yowl of Spiderthroat to fall back was enough to jolt her back awake. She scrambled to her paws in a flurry, pelt fluffed up and claws already out. Without hesitation and acting on a survival instinct alone Redhawk flashed a sharpened claw out to - unknowing if it hit any mark - before she then turned and started to flee.
Hastily the reddish-brown warrior sent a prayer to whatever stars were above; do not let her legs fail her!!
[ @Starfall @Micanomancy @/silver. since silver left i didn't want to mention also apologies for the delay + shortness!! rolled an 18! ]
Fernwillow
ThunderClan
she/her | 21 moons
[Silver tabby with white toes and pale green eyes]
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[Spiderthroat - @Starfall ] [Redhawk - @tallulah ] [Yarrowcrest - @/silver. ]
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Fernwillow barely heard Spiderthroat's order, focused purely on staying on the fisher's back so it couldn't swipe at her with those insane claws. What she didn't expect was the fisher to be able to twist it's head around and snap its large teeth at her. She panicked, claws letting go and tumbling to the ground, adrenaline preventing her from feeling any wound she might have received.
[Fernwillow rolled a 10 to contest]
The silver molly scrambled to her paws, gasping for air, and tried to get a lock on her patrolmates. Spiderthroat was still attacking, Redhawk had made it out of the sinkhole--thank StarClan--and Yarrowcrest had been kicked away, but where had he gone...? Fernwillow didn't have any time to think about if he had fallen into the sinkhole, as the fisher continued its rampage and Redhawk streaked by her, headed for camp. "Spiderthroat!" Fernwillow shouted above the commotion. She would not let that ass of a cat sacrifice himself for them, no sir. "Don't you dare get yourself killed!" It really went to show how frazzled the young, usually docile and polite warrior was, now that she was giving the deputy orders. And with that, she began her retreat, slowed from her injuries but still running.
Strawberrymumble let out a sigh of relief as the grey molly turned at the mention of her name, the frost thawed a little in her mind allowing the meadows to brighten and green a little as Mistheart had turn and spoke about as few words as she herself had - a quite patrol would be quite nice she thought as her mood loosens a little and anxiety became less of a prickle and more of a slight twinge on her pelt. Out of the camp the two felines had went, a twitch of a pale tipped tail and they had been off, no words, stars she could not explain how relived she felt to not have had do drone on and on and on about something she did not care about enough to force herself to speak on… she did not want to be rude but her voice lay like a caged bird suffocated by the knot of roots wadded in the back of her throat - words had once flourished for her but now they seemed do wither and die before they fell form her maw. Before Strawberrymumble had turned to leave she had given the feline a soft smile return for the crooked and nodded her head in affirmation, Mistheart would get the poppies and she would get the cobwebs - comfortable silence between two felines set on their own task.
As they reached Haggard Ruins, Strawberrymumble allowed herself a glance at Mistheart to assure they were still together - a quick flick of her powder blue hues was all it took - one grey molly, check. Her patrolmate accounted for, she padded off in search of cobwebs - she was carful not to stray too far away incase any cat needed help… she wasn’t sure which was worse, however, on one paw being alone was dangerous but on the other she wasn’t quite sure how to feel about being alone with a cat she did not know. Flowers once again wilted as the scars on her belly seems do seer deep into her gut, this molly had done nothing to her but caution never hurt… caution kept you alive, fear kept you alive - but she wasn’t the latter, she would not let the blurry figure of the feline who had raked into her belly haunt her… not like this… no, she wouldn’t be scared, not if this docile and kind molly at least, but she would be cautious - if you were in you were in but if you were out there was a long way to go before you were let inside the walls.
Strawberrymumble allowed herself to flit through her mind like a bird, but all the while her powder blue hues scrounged the landscape in search of the cobwebs springpaw - a blush - had sent her to retrieve along with the poppy seeds, but her task was cobwebs - as had been decided on - so she was going to get as many damn cobwebs as she could carry, after the raid she was sure they were a much needed commodity but she also had some hope that maybe, just maybe, she could lesson the stressed contortion of the medicine cats spotted and sacred face. Powderblue hues gained purchase on what they had been seeking, cobwebs - several spots with cobwebs, perfect. Stooping down, Strawberrymumble grabbed a stick and padded over the first few cobwebs and twisted the stick in her maw to collect the silky fibres. Stoop, spin, rise - she repeated these steps until she has gotten all she could carry, anymore shoved into her maw and she felt like it would dislocate and then what was she going to do… a soft melodic chuckle slipped past her maw at the thought of that hyperbolised mishap. Her task out of the way she turned to the grey molly and watched as she searched for the poppy seeds hoping that she would ask if she needed help with anything… not that Strawberrymumble could do much in the way of helping with her own maw stuffed full of cobwebs.
{ @Jayvines ~ Mistheart } { + 8 cobwebs }
[They can half converse on the way back, since those was an emergency herb patrol ic as well as ooc I wrapped it up in one so that stuff could get back to eris quicker ]
Strawberrymumble let out a sigh of relief as the grey molly turned at the mention of her name, the frost thawed a little in her mind allowing the meadows to brighten and green a little as Mistheart had turn and spoke about as few words as she herself had - a quite patrol would be quite nice she thought as her mood loosens a little and anxiety became less of a prickle and more of a slight twinge on her pelt. Out of the camp the two felines had went, a twitch of a pale tipped tail and they had been off, no words, stars she could not explain how relived she felt to not have had do drone on and on and on about something she did not care about enough to force herself to speak on… she did not want to be rude but her voice lay like a caged bird suffocated by the knot of roots wadded in the back of her throat - words had once flourished for her but now they seemed do wither and die before they fell form her maw. Before Strawberrymumble had turned to leave she had given the feline a soft smile return for the crooked and nodded her head in affirmation, Mistheart would get the poppies and she would get the cobwebs - comfortable silence between two felines set on their own task.
As they reached Haggard Ruins, Strawberrymumble allowed herself a glance at Mistheart to assure they were still together - a quick flick of her powder blue hues was all it took - one grey molly, check. Her patrolmate accounted for, she padded off in search of cobwebs - she was carful not to stray too far away incase any cat needed help… she wasn’t sure which was worse, however, on one paw being alone was dangerous but on the other she wasn’t quite sure how to feel about being alone with a cat she did not know. Flowers once again wilted as the scars on her belly seems do seer deep into her gut, this molly had done nothing to her but caution never hurt… caution kept you alive, fear kept you alive - but she wasn’t the latter, she would not let the blurry figure of the feline who had raked into her belly haunt her… not like this… no, she wouldn’t be scared, not if this docile and kind molly at least, but she would be cautious - if you were in you were in but if you were out there was a long way to go before you were let inside the walls.
Strawberrymumble allowed herself to flit through her mind like a bird, but all the while her powder blue hues scrounged the landscape in search of the cobwebs springpaw - a blush - had sent her to retrieve along with the poppy seeds, but her task was cobwebs - as had been decided on - so she was going to get as many damn cobwebs as she could carry, after the raid she was sure they were a much needed commodity but she also had some hope that maybe, just maybe, she could lesson the stressed contortion of the medicine cats spotted and sacred face. Powderblue hues gained purchase on what they had been seeking, cobwebs - several spots with cobwebs, perfect. Stooping down, Strawberrymumble grabbed a stick and padded over the first few cobwebs and twisted the stick in her maw to collect the silky fibres. Stoop, spin, rise - she repeated these steps until she has gotten all she could carry, anymore shoved into her maw and she felt like it would dislocate and then what was she going to do… a soft melodic chuckle slipped past her maw at the thought of that hyperbolised mishap. Her task out of the way she turned to the grey molly and watched as she searched for the poppy seeds hoping that she would ask if she needed help with anything… not that Strawberrymumble could do much in the way of helping with her own maw stuffed full of cobwebs.
{ @Jayvines ~ Mistheart } { + 8 cobwebs }
[They can half converse on the way back, since those was an emergency herb patrol ic as well as ooc I wrapped it up in one so that stuff could get back to eris quicker ]
~ Mistheart ~
It seemed that this patrolmate was ready to head out right away. The calmingly quiet trot towards their assigned hunting grounds provided a much needed change of pace from the rather chaotic return of their war party. Giving the other molly a brief nod as they reached their destination, the small grey she-cat quickly skittered off into the ruined landscape in search of poppy flowers.
Whit paws carefully carried her around fallen logs, dips in the earth, and holes she very obviously avoided. There had been a few slightly warmer days recently, so perhaps she would be lucky and find some dried seed pods or new growth. Pink nose poked into each fern and bush she came across, sniffing around for the scent of her quarry but the cold winter air seemed to dull her senses somewhat. Brows furrowed and the small warrior hopped up onto a sturdy looking stump to survey the area.
Grey eyes peered around the territory, flicking across leaves, branches, trees... before landing on a patch of familiar shaped stalks of foliage. There. Bouncing off her perch and skittering towards her target, Mistheart moved as quick as her paws could take her towards them. As they came closer into view, she gave them a quick once over for any issues. They looked... Well they didn't have any petals left, but the seeds were in the big pod-thing in at the top of the stalk right? Giving one of the stalks an experimental, but gentle, nudge the grey warrior's ears perked up at the rattling sound the emanated out from the bulb at the top of the plant. Perfect.
Biting off the 3 fully grown stalks that were present, Mistheart quickly secured them in her jaws before skittering back towards Strawberrymumble.
"Re-hee tah go," she hummed towards her clanmate around the plants clutched in her mouth, offering a brief flick of her tail to indicate her completion of their task.
[ Success! ]
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(sorry its so short! i just got birchbranch art back from rust`rock :3)
-+Flintpaw+-
6 moons/energetic/curious
[1/100]
Flintpaw bounced up and down, his tail waving in the air. "Yeah! I remember hearing stories about the sinkhole from some of the older warriors. Were you there? What was it like? This used to be the old camp, right? I didn't think it'd look like thi-" He jumped backwards in terror, his tail fluffed up as the earth groaned beneath his paws. He dashed behind Burnetspark, hiding.
(it's cool!)
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It seemed that this patrolmate was ready to head out right away. The calmingly quiet trot towards their assigned hunting grounds provided a much needed change of pace from the rather chaotic return of their war party. Giving the other molly a brief nod as they reached their destination, the small grey she-cat quickly skittered off into the ruined landscape in search of poppy flowers.
Whit paws carefully carried her around fallen logs, dips in the earth, and holes she very obviously avoided. There had been a few slightly warmer days recently, so perhaps she would be lucky and find some dried seed pods or new growth. Pink nose poked into each fern and bush she came across, sniffing around for the scent of her quarry but the cold winter air seemed to dull her senses somewhat. Brows furrowed and the small warrior hopped up onto a sturdy looking stump to survey the area.
Grey eyes peered around the territory, flicking across leaves, branches, trees... before landing on a patch of familiar shaped stalks of foliage. There. Bouncing off her perch and skittering towards her target, Mistheart moved as quick as her paws could take her towards them. As they came closer into view, she gave them a quick once over for any issues. They looked... Well they didn't have any petals left, but the seeds were in the big pod-thing in at the top of the stalk right? Giving one of the stalks an experimental, but gentle, nudge the grey warrior's ears perked up at the rattling sound the emanated out from the bulb at the top of the plant. Perfect.
Biting off the 3 fully grown stalks that were present, Mistheart quickly secured them in her jaws before skittering back towards Strawberrymumble.
"Re-hee tah go," she hummed towards her clanmate around the plants clutched in her mouth, offering a brief flick of her tail to indicate her completion of their task.
Apricot ears flicked up as she took in her patrolmates muffled words, the molly had gotten a good haul too it seemed, through her clenched creamy muzzle Strawberrymumble forced her own songbird tones through the cobwebs packed into her maw, “mhm.. rah to go…,” her voice muffled and barely inaudible but at least it was audible enough. Following Mistheart’s flicking tail, Strawberrymumble turned her fluffy orientql shaped form in the direction of camp and followed at a steady trot at the felines side. The silence was nice and as they reached the camp Strawberrymumble bumped her head gently into to other mollies shoulder in a form of gratitude… her voice was a caged bird once more and the roots seemed to have thick into a wad large enough to chock her, flowers wilted in her mind as she headed to drop the herbs she had found off with Springpaw - a bright happy fluttering filled her heart, as soft as a summer breeze lilting with the careless flight of a brightly coloured bumblebee… but the feeling was quickly soured as she remember the fact at hand… she felt like she was chocking on so many things unsaid but her voice was nothing more than a bird sitting in a gilded cage with wings clipped.
{ @Jayvines ~ Mistheart } [okay so I made an oppsies and had her return already because I saw a post you made and thought you had already returned and I thought it was due the third so I sped run sooo… this is just before she got back but yea… I’m a little scarterbrained as of late ]
-+Flintpaw+-
6 moons/energetic/curious
[1/100]
Flintpaw bounced up and down, his tail waving in the air. "Yeah! I remember hearing stories about the sinkhole from some of the older warriors. Were you there? What was it like? This used to be the old camp, right? I didn't think it'd look like thi-" He jumped backwards in terror, his tail fluffed up as the earth groaned beneath his paws. He dashed behind Burnetspark, hiding.
(it's cool!)
Burnetspark wrapped his tail around his apprentice comfortingly.
´´ThunderClan´s camp used to be here,´´ He mewed gently. ´´But whenever the sinkhole opened up, we had to leave.´´
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Characters W/ Purrks
Larkswoop: Flock Together Tier 2, Beefed Up Tier 3, Lyrebird´s Lullaby Alderblossom: Agatha Kitty, Well Insulated Bluepaw: The Collector
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