Willow's Rise

[Johrog]

Lionfeather 19 moons Thunderclan
Okay it was time to start hunting after some Horstail and Borrage, he saw that the appearintice had found some of both Borrage and Horstail. He looked around in the clearing only seing dirdt and stone. He walked around for a while and did not find anything useful, he started too feal like he neaded to give up when he saw a long green stemd plant and walked to it, ”this neaded to be Horstail” he thout out loud. He started to carfully dig around the plant and picked it up by the roots, he saw that it was growing more plants around the place and picked them all up.He slowly walked back to the place where they where going to meat and leaved the plans there.

After that he headed out again in too the suroundings and after a while he found more plants both the grean grey Borrage and the Horstail with green stem, growing on the same place! What a found. He slowly took both of the up and started heading back too the others. ”How is it goinghe asked the appearintices ”I myselve has found both borrage and Horstail.”
[+2horstail] [+1borage] @Minku @GreenTheGreat @Aroogi

[Rani]

Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 40 Moons
Bilingual T3 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Killer Aptitude T3

Finding a good patch of ground not covered in snow the two elders were laid side by side, oddly peaceful looking despite the scent of death.
"Spiderpaw and I are going to start digging, Sweetswan you can join if you'd like. Wolfhawk if you could take the helm in preparing them that'd be wonderful, Im sure Dragonflycliff and Orangeflower will want to help a bit..."
The hornet hated how familiar funerals were to them now, eyes casting over to the patch of land that held their mate Redhawk. But they knew how it went. The bodies were to be groomed so the fur wasnt ruffled and they looked perfect, the scent of death wiped away with lavender or fragrant herbs. This was usually done by the elders, medicine cats, or the family, to give them a chance to say goodbye with the movement that'd once been a comfort in life. Sharing tongues one last time.


Then the bodies would be laid in a grave, the medicine cat would say some words to guide them to starclan, and the dirt would commit them to the ground. It was a well trod ritual to the clan, if never a happy one.


@Beaan @Spider @Rowan @Luna16 @sturgeonwind
(next post on the 30th)

[Aroogi]

HE/HIM • APPRENTICE • 7M • THUNDERCLAN
"A sleek calico tom with sea green eyes."
POST COUNT: 8/100
PURRKS: N/A
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Bravepaw bounded away, looking for the two herbs, trying to remind himself what they looked like as he walked. Ahah! Stooping down, he plucked the borage and horsetail with careful nips, bundling them up and returning to his patrol.

[ +1 horsetail, +1 borage ]
[ @Johrog // @Minku // @TheGreenestBean ; sorry for the lateness! ]

[Rowan]

HALF CLEARING - HALF WILLOWS RISE
Ah- the last cat- the last one she had remaining…her love. Her love who would never get to know her father. OrangeFlowers blurred, shaky gaze lifted to meet SweetSwans. Of course- she got one amazing cat in her life, and so the other passes. And Sweetie was forced to see OrangeFlower in this horrible state of grief. The warrior was snapped from her thoughts as her mate gaze a caring nuzzle that gave OrangeFlower the strength to push herself up into a sitting stance.

She was relieved her mate was able to go…but either way she stayed silent, grieving the loss of the only parent figure she had that was kind to her- there for her. What would she do without him? Oh boy- StarClan knew. Would the ache in her heart ever go away? The emptiness?

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The trip stayed that way. Silent. The only noise for her was the pounding of her heart that made its way to her ears. The orange and white shes head hung low as she padded close to her mates side. As the hornet spoke, she listened (though the words were muffled by the storm raging in her mind). She turned weakly to WolfHawk—he never seemed to like her much…it used to bother her, but not in the moment. “W-wh- uhm…how do we…what do we d-do?”



@Rani @Beaan @sturgeonwind @Luna16

[sturgeonwind]

Dragonflycliff
(Image by Dolomedes)
female - she/her - 46 moons - thunderclan warrior -
"You're not alone. I'm here, with you."
- @Rowan - @Beaan - @Rani -

Dragonflycliff felt... sick.
Not illness sick, but there was this pain in her chest clawing at her. Why? Too much had been going on recently.
She all she had to to do.. was help. Yes. She had to help that was right.
At least Orangeflower had someone. She did not. It didn't really help her but she tried not to just start crying anyways. She felt... more lonely now that her kits had... vanished. Except Chasmpaw- but- they hadn't spoken in... forever. Sparkflutter was just.. missing.
She felt hopeless.
But Dragonflycliff just nodded at Orangeflower's question. She hadn't really needed to do this before.

[Beaan]

- Wolfhawk -
- He/They - 13 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Wolf is not out as demi yet !!

Clearing

It pained wolfhawk to see the reactions of the cats, but grief does something to a cat. He had seen it many times before, especially after the sickness, and had experienced it himself. He purred as his former mentor came to his side, gently headbutting the large cat. "mkay," he said quietly, waiting until the hornet gave the word to head out.

Willow's Rise

He soon laid his sights on the part of the territory that they knew as willow's rise. They listened to Mudhound's instructions and nodded. His mind flickered back to the lesson with spring, subconsciously grooming the elders pelts as he thought. Spring had mentioned a herb that could hide the scent of death...maybe he could use some about now. He stopped grooming the pelts and hobbled some distance away from the group, green eyes scanning the area.

[roll: 20, 17, 15. +2 lavender]

aha. Wolfhawk spotted a group of lavender plants, just what he needed. Carefully, he grabbed two of the purple plants and headed back over. He dropped one of them and made his way to Mudtrot, and set the lavender down. Before looking at Dragonflycliff and Orangeflower. "You can continue grooming their pelts n when it's good enough, take a stalk of lavender - the purple flower I just gathered - n rub it on their pelt. Should hide the scent of death. If you don't want to, I can, no worries," they said kindly, glancing back and forth between the two she-cats.

Once he had given them instructions, he glanced over to the other group of cats who were digging the graves. He was thankful it was finally warming up (He hated the damn cold now that he's experienced leafbare), that would make their job easier.

[ @Rani @Rowan @sturgeonwind @Luna16

art by velli
S W E E T S W A N
Trans MtF (She/Her) - 28 Moons

>Sweetswan's amber eyes glanced over to her mate as they walked, noticing how different they were. She couldn't blame her anyway, losing a loved one was tragic. Once they reached the rise, the cream tabby gave her mate a lick on their head before heading over to Mudhound and Spiderpaw. "I'll help dig," she told the two, scraping the dirt in the chosen location behind her.

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[Luna16]

Spiderpaw followed along quietly, not knowing what to say. Occasionally, sobs would cause her body or whiskers to tremble. She didn't...know quite how to process this. She was alone again! She nodded at Mudhound's breakdown of who was doing what, gulping. She was...going to help dig...Foxskipper's.... But Spiderpaw shook herself with force. She owed it to Foxskipper to dig the best resting place possible! She'd never dug before, so she watched Sweetswan and Mudhound as they worked. Trying her best to copy them.

@Beaan - Wolfhawk & Sweetswan // @sturgeonwind - Dragonflycliff // @Rowan - Orangeflower // @Rani - Mudhound

[OOC: I am so sorry everyone! Work-life-school balance has been completely out of whack lately lol.]

[Spider]

»»——► Risingstorm | Tc | He/Him |Head Hornet ◄——««
“- When does a comet become a meteor . -”

RIsingstorm felt the breeze through his fur as he entered willowsrise Thank you three for coming along we’re low on prey in camp so i'm hoping we can all catch at least two pieces of prey he meowed If they all caught at least two pieces they would have about 8 pieces of prey total. It woudnt be much, but it was something and something was better than nothing. The hornet gazed his green eyes over the others feel free to separate but keep within yelling distance should be basic enough with a flick of his white and brown tail risingstorm was off.

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@Beaan @Nocturnal._.Acid @SuspiciousMindz

[ch3rry_bl0ss0m]

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮
Tigerpelt
A medium, short-furred, ginger tom with ivy green eyes.
He/Him - 28 Moons - Thunderclan Warrior - Straight

Tags: @Spider ; @Beaan ; @SuspiciousMindz

Hmm, time to search.. Tigerpelt nodded towards Risingstorm before padded off not to far away. His ears flickered as he listen around to the surroundings. His mouth open as he scented the air.hmm..rabbit..nearby. He quickly trotted off, still in hearing distance from the rest of the patrol.

[kairosclerosis]

(the quasar is now visible to anyone in willow’s rise. it does not know this, but when it realises it will not stay for long. this spiritual encounter only lasts 2 posts! beware of ominous messages that probably won’t mean anything(?))


THE QUASAR
30/75

The Quasar’s hulking glowing figure calmly paced around the most gloomy region of the territory — Willow’s Rise. It peered around at Thunderclan’s extensive graveyard. A harsh reminder of mortality in all cats.
None of these cats deserved to die; they were all innocent.
Most of them.
Okay, maybe just a few.
But the few innocent cats that had died for no reason — from kits to apprentices to warriors, elders to queens to everyone else. Those in power, those apart of the common folk of the clans.

A sudden thought struck the spirit — why was it here? It had no business in Thunderclan territory, especially after Ashbrat’s- AshWHISPER’S exile. Well, she was a bit of a brat, but that was Moonfreckle’s fault. That idiotic, INSOLENT foxheart of a worthless cat. But.. hold on.
Moonfreckle.
Moonfreckle was dead. Moonfreckle was.. once part of Thunderclan. It was probably a decent reason for The Quasar to be here — it was Moonfreckle’s fault! Everything was Moonfreckle’s fault, to be fair. The spirit hated the tom, even if they shared a body.

Well, that wasn’t something for The Quasar to dwell on right now. It couldn’t dwell on much, really. Everything came and went, things changed all the time. And something that had changed? Thunderclan’s now.. oddly aggressive view towards the afterlife. It was mainly Bumblestar, but her view was already taking over the rest of the clan. From what it’d seen. And it’d only seen Nettles, in full honesty. They’d really been affected by Bumblestar’s new(?) views on spirits in Thunderclan.

But that was irrelevant. The Quasar was in Willow’s Rise, and apparently it wasn’t meant to be there. Not its problem, though. Probably. Hopefully. Definitely? No. Probably.

[open for sightings..]