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snowy has scribbled fire here before scurrying off
clam arrived and then vaporized into a bagel sandwich
Fannibal wrote a savage S here before disappearing behind a bus mysteriously
SplashCloud stole all the cookies before disappearing (poof!)
Foxy grabs some spray-paint and grafittis the wall with art of her OCs
Zel walks up with and writes "Don't be normal! Be weird!"
Lunastar throws Eclipse into Ollie bcuz hes a cute bean
Stream stores her kidnapped children here <33
fade draws a cat before vanishing
Sage enters with a smug look and leaves Jeremy the pig in ur sig
clam mitosed into yet another bagel sandwich
Fudge entered the kit's play den with a bundle in maw, feathers, dried flowers, and some thin strands of vines that had not fully dulled and dried out with the frost. He was a cat on a mission. A mission to make this milk scented - and frankly pointless - den a bit... more pleasant to be in. From what he had gathered in his time coming here to run away from the less than pleasant felines in the clan - namely the chatty ones - he'd noticed kits would come here to play... a lot. This was where he had met that one calico, wasn't it? What was her name? Lightning? Yeah. That one. And she had been so bored she had actually taken to trying to play with the feathers he was removing from his prey!
So first of all? Ew. Gross. Those feathers came from food stuff. Hello? And they weren't even pretty feathers. They were icky, torn, mushy feathers because he had chomped on them. So that meant one thing. This place was so mind numbingly ugly and boring even the feathers looked pretty in comparison. There was only one solution to this matter. He had to fix up this den and make it pretty for the kits to have a half decent place to play in.
Now. Let's get something straight right now. Fudge was not doing this because of some altruistic wish to see the kits happy. He could care less about the kits, and he certainly did not care if he ever saw Lightning again. Or if she was okay and not bored. That was not what this was about, okay? This was about having some peace and quiet. If he made this place pretty with feathers and flowers, the kits would have something to do and would be much more likely to leave him well enough alone when he wanted to have some time with his thoughts. See? Entirely selfish reasons. And he would bite the first cat that dared to suggest otherwise.
Emerald gaze deadpanned and bored, the tom studied the walls of the rabbit burrow looking place, forming a decorative plan in his mind. He still remembered some of it. Every day it was harder. More distant. But his first moon with his ma and pa at the twoleg's - ew no, housefolk, he was catching clan cat cooties - nest still lingered, and he could remember some of the ornaments that littered the walls of the place, the toys that hung from ledges to be pounced and played with. He wouldn't be able to fully replicate the look, but he could certainly try. You know... for his sake, not the kits.
Whatever. He would get nowhere fast if he didn't get to work. Dropping his supplies on the ground, he wrinkled his nose in thought, wondering how to attach the feathers and flowers to the thin vines he'd brought. It didn't take him long to land on his little moss figures. On how he readily and easily attached flowers and feathers to those. Maybe he could steal some moss from an unused nest? No one would have to know it had been him. He'd have to be careful though. To not get caught. But now that he had a plan in mind... he could get started on this den decoration. Hopefully before someone caught him and fully misunderstood his reasoning for his actions here. That might lead to socializing... and no thanks. That would be the opposite of what he was trying to accomplish.
"Thou art unfit for any place but hell."~shakespear
Slime'Tuft is JuniperClan's medcat app. and has a semi-open den policy auction day! i cant believe it!
Desert Rain Frog hopped in! Blxze. lit this sig. *Lunastar* trampled this sig doing quadrobics. ~MothDust~ drew silli kittis here. leopard. brought her cats in here to destroy the place.
Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch
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Anger. Nothing but pure, unbridled rage. One of their own hornets, who was on that same patrol, who was their mentor, did not report back. Left out the fact that their Apprentice was kidnapped...to which they had to come saunter up here themselves and tell him. The deputies tail was kicking up a storm. "I'll see to it, your mentor recieves a proper punishment for not paying attention to you...in the slightest." he growled.
"But no information from the tom, I'm assuming. You did your best to be vauge?" he asked, making himself sit down. Well. He could have Treepaw stick close to him, kidnapped once, kidnapped again. Once you find a target it's easy to lock onto them and stick close. "Either way, make sure to tell other's if you spot the tom again. I know it may seem like a punishment but it ain't I promise. You cannot leave camp without one warrior accompanying you. I don't want you gettin napped again." tilting his head to the side Spiderthroat took a moment to think.
"On top of that, I'll be in charge of your trainin since you're current Mentor is incapable. What do you know so far, were you taught anythin?"
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Robinpaw trotted out of the apprentices den into the clearing. ”I’m up for some training, Bonecall,” she called to the large tom, she was always ready and willing to learn. ”What do you wanna teach me today? I could use a climbing lesson,” she added.
Watching as he got a response from who looked to be Robinpaw. Deep down he grew nervous. He'd never trained anyone before. Giving his paw a quick lick to calm his nerves the tom focused himself at the young cat in front of them. He could do it. "If a climbing lesson is what you need than thats what you're ging to get.", he meowed.
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"as a mother and a warrior i want my clan and my child to have a perfect life!"
echoheart sat down near the fresh-kill-pile as she took a mouse and went to eat it. as she ate it she felt sickened by the way she felt. as if she were expecting kits again but worst. she ignored it though. she didnt need to trouble the medicine cat and worry her kit. mosskit was way to happy right now to see her sick. she went on eating her mouse. she never realized that the mouse was poisoned. not by a cat. just by cause.
he nodded, then smiled. "You are fun to talk to," he said then looked away. "I wouldn't be surprised if you had tons of friends," he said with a small laugh. "What made you come over here and sit anyways?" he asked, rolling onto his bad slightly before rolling back down on his side facing Crowthorn, waiting for an answer. His fluffy tail going over his legs carefully.
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૮ ྀིྀིྀི₍ ⸝⸝•̥\./•̥⸝⸝ ₎ ྀིა Fawnheart<3 gifted me this fawn and threw flowers on my profile ❀ | TheRadioDemon gave headpats to all here ( T_T)＼(^-^ ) | Ravenswings was here :> | Beanz is locked hostage here from Moths duck army | finley.exe is headbanging to mindless self indulgence :0 | Starphobia has showered stars upon everyone. Stars everywhere! | leopard. cats tramped the place... THEY HAVE COME AGAIN! | CrimsonOaks held up two gay cats here and the lion king theme song started. | Nyx's WCO soul is still here
Blaze left her art supplies here ☆♡♤◇♧○□
Watching as he got a response from who looked to be Robinpaw. Deep down he grew nervous. He'd never trained anyone before. Giving his paw a quick lick to calm his nerves the tom focused himself at the young cat in front of them. He could do it. "If a climbing lesson is what you need than thats what you're ging to get.", he meowed.
Robinpaw walked up to Bonecall and gave the large warrior a respectful lick on the shoulder.
“Lead the way,” she purred and began to head towards the camp exit, “I promise I will not make any trouble!!” - she knew he was nervous but she was eager to learn and she would make sure to leave a good impression so he would take her out again.
Springpaw long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear || thunderclan medicine cat apprentice
purrks: herbal knowledge - tier 2 | the collector | mind reader | skip the steps[all perm. active; sts for battle training]
Bumblestar’s angered call was quick to make the young healer jolt up from her activities, making her stroll out into the clearing, where daylight was breaking thin behind bleak, gray clouds in the sky. Springpaw’s mind felt bleak against the rage that coursed through her leader’s tone, and the concurring feeling of fear prickling its way through her spine was more than enough to enlighten an old feeling that she never wanted to feel again. Fear. It was a complicated thing; something that she absolutely loathed every time it came and went. It was a feeling that caused every single wrong thing to happen at the wrong moments, causing her to make mistakes and never truly earn a right to apologize for such things. It was horrible, and now, with the commotion of RiverClan firing up, it was bound to grow into an endless tranquility of flames. Both her clan and RiverClan have been on the edge of war for the past few moons, and it was almost unstoppable. With their cowardly act of spreading poison and causing destruction of her clan, RiverClan was doing nothing but spiking up trouble. It was exhausting, yet Springpaw can’t do much about it.
All she was was just a mere healer; a healer that was meant to keep the peace and aid for her clan’s physical and mental health. She was supposed to be the clan’s therapist, to listen to whatever her clan-mates needed to say and help them aid through their mental or physical trauma. She almost could feel herself breaking down from the sheer force of responsibility laid out upon her shoulders just from the fact that she was not mentally okay. She never was. The whole turmoil of events that occurred from these last few moons have been weighing her down into exhaustion. The whole burden with RiverClan is just adding up to the stress that was overcoming her. It was just plain horrible and she knew it, but there wasn’t anything she could do to prevent it from happening. All she knew is that some war is going to come up out of nowhere, and she and Drizzlecloud needed to prepare. RiverClan might be coming up with something shady, and she needed someone to come with her for some coverage in case something were to come up and stab her in the back.
With a heaving sigh escaping her lungs, Springpaw searched through the crowd as her sapphire gaze landed upon the familiar sight of a orange-and-white tom. Yarrowcrest. Her heart painfully ached from just simply looking in the direction of the tom-cat. She hadn’t bothered to interact with him for a while. Hell, or even speak with him of all things. She only avoided him because of the fact that he held such a close relationship with Foxstep, and that only caused her to further feel a sense of guilt for casting herself away from the tom during the situation with ShadowClan and Sunkissed Creek. It practically physically hurt to even consider remembering the fact that she pushed Foxstep away before he could properly apologize. The only thing she wanted to do right now is simply go back in time and wish she could’ve said the proper words and never push him away in the first place. He was like a father, and she lost the only father figure that had ever, ever truly cared for her when she never knew her real one. Now, she’ll never get that sense of warmth and comfort again because he was gone and was never going to come back to ThunderClan no matter how much Springpaw wished he was there with her right now.
Taking a deep, shallow breath, the calico began to move her way towards the tom-cat, already struggling to work out the words that were muddled in her throat. Could she say hello? How was he doing? Was he alright? Was his kits alright? The questions felt like they were burning at the seams, but it wasn’t like she could avoid them. They were wanting to escape her lips like a sneaky snake, but she held herself back from such impulsive behavior. No cat was in their right mind to properly handle the situation that was going on right now. Especially not with how Bumblestar currently was handling this in her mental state. Swiping her tongue across her numb lips, the calico finally managed to process the words that were formulating in her throat. “Erm… Hey… Y-Yarrowcrest… I was… just wondering… if you… wanted to go… to Haggard Ruins… with me… to collect… some herbs… for the… herb storage? I would… think it… would help you… ease your mind… off of… everything that’s… been going… on as of… late… especially with… the whole ordeal… with RiverClan.” Springpaw gave the bicolored tom a small, yet apologetic smile in advance to her slow speech. Was that enough to get the tom-cat to come with her? Hopefully.
yarrowcrest // he/him // 21 moons
purrks: mind reader [INACTIVE], flock together tier 1 [INACTIVE]
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Each day grows more dim. Each day he feels the hole in his heart torn wider and wider into pleasant numbness. It was as if everything he loved was slipping from his paws. One by one he would lose them all and suffer in loneliness for the rest of his life. Laying in the clearing, head atop his paws, he stares blankly forward at nothing in particular, mulling over useless thoughts of days passed. That is until he's approached by a figure he hadn't spoken to for some time. Though his head doesn't lift he does stare up at her with that tired, blank gaze, and listens closely to what she has to say.
Ease his mind? He's not sure there's much of anything that could ease the loss of his father, his children, and his mate, but it was kind of her to try. The tom continues to lay and stare up at her, even after she finishes, as he thinks over the offer. It would be rude of him to say no, even if he wanted nothing more than to lay in the clearing and waste away into nothing so he could join his loved ones in the pelt of silver over their heads. That was silly, though. Useless of him to do. What good would dying do him? What good would giving up do him? Starclan would reward him someday for his determination.
Or that's what he has to tell himself, anyway.
Slowly rising to his paws he stares down at the smaller cat and just offers her a nod, forcing himself to smile at her as if that would prove that he was fine after all. No, no moping here. No mourning, no pain-- just usual, ready-to-help Yarrowcrest. What did his feelings matter when there were mouths to feed and injuries to heal? Glancing off toward the entrance of camp, he nods again, as if to reassure himself of his decision.
"That's fine, yeah. I'm not too familiar with most herbs so you'll have to tell me what you're looking for. Or I can just escort you out and you can do the picking. Whatever is easiest."
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Rose stopped by to plant a garden here.
Springpaw long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
purrks: herbal knowledge - tier 2 | the collector | mind reader | skip the steps[all perm. active; sts for battle training]
Her smile wavered as soon as she locked eyes with the tom, sensing the utter despair and pain that was swarming within him like a restless swarm of bees. It was a feeling she knew far too well. It was the feeling of loneliness; a vast emptiness that affected not only one but many. A heavy longing for the ones that someone who was loved but never ceased to come back. Springpaw knew that feeling far too well. She had experienced it more than once with almost everyone in her family disappearing without a trace; her siblings being the most vulnerable to her emotional well-being. Her former mentor being close in behind them, and then everything else that she had witnessed at such a young age. Her heart twisted and knotted as if her emotions began to buckle into a state of no return, her lips pursing briefly as if to try to surpass the weight of her old emotions back as she focused onto the tired, sleep-deprived tom-cat right in front of her. It wasn’t hard to read his expression; he was tired and needed someone to speak with. Something that she knew far too well.
“I know… how you feel… Yarrowcrest,” Springpaw stated, her voice slow as her tone remained steady as she formulated the words to speak with the bicolored tom-cat in front of her. “I know it’s… not a… good time… to speak about it… but I will… gladly listen.. to what you… need to say… during our… stroll… in Haggard Ruins… okay?” Her blue eyes lit up as she focused her attention back up towards Yarrowcrest once more, in silent hope that her message came across to him. She knew the agony of losing almost everyone you love. She knew the pain of what it was like to have almost everything taken away just by the swipe of a paw. She knew what it was like and it hurt like absolute hell. “But… to answer… your question… or so… I would… suppose is… a question… we can… both go there… and I can… tell you… what… the storage needs… therefore… it can… help rejuvenate… the herb storage.”
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