Lichenthroat’s eyes flashed with horror as the apprentice scrambled off. She turned around and pelted after her. What did the apprentice mean? “Fawnpaw! It’s okay! You ‘re not gonna die!” she yowled. She caught up with the apprentice, and quickly pulled her out of the swamp by her scruff and took her to some dry grass. She then got some moss and started rinsing the sticky substance off Fawnpaw’s fur. “I’m here for you, okay?” she soothed.
Fawnpaw
As the unknown cat caught up with her and attempted to grab her by the scruff Fawnpaw backed away. She whipped around and stared wide-eyed at the cat. This was not helping. She needed Wormbite. Or Lynxfall. Or Snowleap. Not whoever this was. Part of her felt bad, but no matter what this cat was doing it was not helping to slow her breathing or her heart rate.
"L-Leave me alone... please." She wanted to apologize, but her throat wouldn't allow the words to be let out. Instead she tried to make her breathing as even as possible - which proved difficult - and swallowed. "I...I'm fine. P-Please." Stars, she had to see a cat she actually knew.
Without waiting the young she-cat turned and bolted once more, disappearing among the reeds.
[ I will be ignoring the last parts of your post since it includes powerplay. Please try to be watchful of that in future posts Fawnpaw has left. ]
Fawnpaw
It was all just... too much. Recalling last night stung like thorns in her side, and something akin to fear bubbled on the edge of her mind if Fawnpaw dug too deep. With the hustle and bustle of camp life continuing on and the news of Cinderpaw out in the open, Fawnpaw felt as though her head might explode. Her stomach still fluttered here and there, the tingle reaching all the way to her paws. It was enough to make her get up and automatically go towards the entrance of camp, slipping out of it and taking up a seat just outside the entrance.
Once outside the light brown let out a rush of air, sides starting to heave as though she were exhausted - which was true. "What is happening..." she murmured as she stared blankly at the ground, fighting back a wave of fresh tears. Why did she feel like crying every five minutes? Why did she have this low simmer of fear underneath the layer of normalcy?
tigerfire looked around among the ground he smelled a rabbit, his claws unsheathed, he crouched down and stalked the rabbit and pounced on it with a min, he continued on finding other prey he caught the vole, as he looked up into the sky he saw a bird
* this bird would be perfect for nightpaw* he thought and lept up sinking his sharp teeth into the bird he pulled it down landing on his 4 paws, his smile spreaded as he holded his prey, he looked around then headed back to camp
[ 1 rabbit 2 voles and 1 black bird] [closed for patrol assignment]
Frozen’paw padded around the territory, it was an especially loud day in camp today and he needed a day to himself. He wasn’t technically supposed to be our but he was warrior age! He was fine.
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The tabby’s ears twitched as he could hear soft footsteps from behind him. Not spotting any animal nor found any scents, Cricketsting gave up the search and twisted his head around to see Gingerfrost. He watched the ginger’s mouth open and pushed Cricket’s name out of it. Cricketsting noticed the look that spells out: ‘Do not waste time here, there is nothing there’.
“Oh hey, Gingerfrost!” The cream warrior pushed himself up from the grass floor and followed the other warrior to a different direction. “It is so ice to see you here,” Cricketsting quietly joked, giggling at his hilarious pun! Without giving Gingerfrost time to respond, the tabby went ahead and silently sprinted to an area where he could hear bird songs. He stopped and crouched down once again.
Opening his maw, he instantly captures the scent of a vole. The cream tabby crawled away to wherever the scent was leading him to. He spied with his little eyes, small brown fur belonging to a prey that made squeaky cries. It seemed distracted, likely eating something Cricketsting could not see. Cricketsting leapt and pounced onto the vole and gave it a quick death by biting into its neck. He gave StarClan a silent prayer as he buried the limp rodent. Giving Gingerfrost some space to hunt -if he decided to-, Cricketsting moved out of the way and stayed close to a bush that could hide him from any animals.
Oh great – he had actually decided to follow him? The tabby silently grumbled under his breath as he walked. So much for being ‘open’ or something. It almost felt like he’d brought this upon himself, causing an exhaled sigh, when-- The warrior paused, literally, a flash of confusing coming upon and leaving his expression as fast as it came. Did the cream tom just say ‘ice’ instead of ‘nice’? Now he’d been nicknamed things like Grumpyfrost before, but this… Was new. And he didn’t know what to do with it. So just like with weird nicknames, the tom shook it of with a slight shake of his head and decided to ignore it. Not a peep came from him as he resumed his walk to possible prey, now apparently being the one to follow. Were these type of things that funny to others?
Arriving on scene, the warrior silently sat down, laying low as to not scare away whatever the other tabby was hunting. It almost felt like he was supervising an apprentice, but warrior sized. He observed Cricketsting in his hunt because… What else was he going to do. Apparently they were hunting together now? You’d think he’d have a say in it.
The other warrior’s catch was surprisingly quickly taken care off, and so Gingerfrost got up, giving a brief nod to the other as to acknowledge the space he’s letting him have.
Straining his ears a bit, glancing around, the ruffle of some longer grass strands caught his eye. Crouching, Gingerfrost crept closer, sniffing to be sure it was indeed prey – and yeah, the scent was familiar. Likely a small mouse, not very big considering where it was hiding. Probably still an adult one, however. With a quick pounce, blocking the mouse’s way, and a clean bite to the neck it was over. Gingerfrost rose back up with his catch in his maw, about head back to Cricketsting (looks like he’s come to some stage of acceptance) when a fluttering sound caught his attention. He paused for a heartbeat, then carefully turned to look.
So that’s what it was. Although very unlikely to be the same one he missed, it was the same species, and the ginger warrior felt an urge to try and catch it. He liked catching blackbirds, even if it was an outright pain. Very carefully with slow movements putting down his mouse, kicking the thinnest layer of earth over it, before he was back in a crouch and creeping closer. He always found birds complex to catch due to being able to fly (not to mention the wing slaps and claw scratches they can give). Sometimes he aimed to slapping down the wings if it was about to fly away – although, could make him more prone to the claws. Not quite the case this time though, as when he pounced onto it, although having one wing under his grip and the other paw on the birds body, Gingerfrost was gifted a pretty wingslap to the face right before finishing the blackbird. Letting the body fall limp he scoffed. Pesky. Picking up the feathery animal and retrieving his small mouse, the warrior returned to where Cricketsting was hiding in order to properly bury it all if necessary.
,,,,Hopefully Cricketsting hadn’t seen the wing slap that he got, did he? Gingerfrost side glanced towards the warrior.
Oh great – he had actually decided to follow him? The tabby silently grumbled under his breath as he walked. So much for being ‘open’ or something. It almost felt like he’d brought this upon himself, causing an exhaled sigh, when-- The warrior paused, literally, a flash of confusing coming upon and leaving his expression as fast as it came. Did the cream tom just say ‘ice’ instead of ‘nice’? Now he’d been nicknamed things like Grumpyfrost before, but this… Was new. And he didn’t know what to do with it. So just like with weird nicknames, the tom shook it of with a slight shake of his head and decided to ignore it. Not a peep came from him as he resumed his walk to possible prey, now apparently being the one to follow. Were these type of things that funny to others?
Arriving on scene, the warrior silently sat down, laying low as to not scare away whatever the other tabby was hunting. It almost felt like he was supervising an apprentice, but warrior sized. He observed Cricketsting in his hunt because… What else was he going to do. Apparently they were hunting together now? You’d think he’d have a say in it.
The other warrior’s catch was surprisingly quickly taken care off, and so Gingerfrost got up, giving a brief nod to the other as to acknowledge the space he’s letting him have.
Straining his ears a bit, glancing around, the ruffle of some longer grass strands caught his eye. Crouching, Gingerfrost crept closer, sniffing to be sure it was indeed prey – and yeah, the scent was familiar. Likely a small mouse, not very big considering where it was hiding. Probably still an adult one, however. With a quick pounce, blocking the mouse’s way, and a clean bite to the neck it was over. Gingerfrost rose back up with his catch in his maw, about head back to Cricketsting (looks like he’s come to some stage of acceptance) when a fluttering sound caught his attention. He paused for a heartbeat, then carefully turned to look.
So that’s what it was. Although very unlikely to be the same one he missed, it was the same species, and the ginger warrior felt an urge to try and catch it. He liked catching blackbirds, even if it was an outright pain. Very carefully with slow movements putting down his mouse, kicking the thinnest layer of earth over it, before he was back in a crouch and creeping closer. He always found birds complex to catch due to being able to fly (not to mention the wing slaps and claw scratches they can give). Sometimes he aimed to slapping down the wings if it was about to fly away – although, could make him more prone to the claws. Not quite the case this time though, as when he pounced onto it, although having one wing under his grip and the other paw on the birds body, Gingerfrost was gifted a pretty wingslap to the face right before finishing the blackbird. Letting the body fall limp he scoffed. Pesky. Picking up the feathery animal and retrieving his small mouse, the warrior returned to where Cricketsting was hiding in order to properly bury it all if necessary.
,,,,Hopefully Cricketsting hadn’t seen the wing slap that he got, did he? Gingerfrost side glanced towards the warrior.
The cream tabby watched as his clanmate caught a mouse. He bit his tongue in order to not praise Gingerfrost; if there is a mouse, then there are a couple of other prey around and making noise will scare them away. He slowly pulled himself up and away from the bush, until he heard fluttering over at Gingerfrost’s side. Moving his eyes away from the other warrior, Cricketsting spotted a blackbird. Noticing that the ginger was about to get it, Cricketsting sat back down and watched.
After the other tabby caught it, Cricketsting got up from his spot and padded away from the bush. He noticed the side glance given to him by Gingerfrost. Feeling confused from the look, Cricketsting carried on by praisin.
“I heard the best way to catch a bird is to wing it,” he smirked. “You know, I’m creating a new bird joke. I could tell you, but I don't wanna thrush the process.” Sighing, now finished with telling his jokes, the cream tabby searched for a river or pond. He hadn’t been fishing lately, so he should work on it, otherwise he might forget how to! Spotting a river, he walked towards it until his ears’ shadows were barely touching the bank. Without looking back Cricketsting offered to Gingerfrost if they want to hunt some fish and call it a day.
Char Site updated (10/11/22), added Blazingpaw and Goldenkit!
During most or few roleplays, I will do a flashback that was conjured in my characters' thoughts. Please do not respond to the flashback unless you have the power to read minds or smth.
Fawnpaw
It was all just... too much. Recalling last night stung like thorns in her side, and something akin to fear bubbled on the edge of her mind if Fawnpaw dug too deep. With the hustle and bustle of camp life continuing on and the news of Cinderpaw out in the open, Fawnpaw felt as though her head might explode. Her stomach still fluttered here and there, the tingle reaching all the way to her paws. It was enough to make her get up and automatically go towards the entrance of camp, slipping out of it and taking up a seat just outside the entrance.
Once outside the light brown let out a rush of air, sides starting to heave as though she were exhausted - which was true. "What is happening..." she murmured as she stared blankly at the ground, fighting back a wave of fresh tears. Why did she feel like crying every five minutes? Why did she have this low simmer of fear underneath the layer of normalcy?
The sky was still dark and speckled with stars, and Bluebellcrackle was finding it difficult to sleep. No amount of tossing and turning would lull her into dreamland, and eventually, she had given up and decided that leaving camp to take a walk might just be a better idea after all. When she emerged from the warriors' den, she caught sight of dark shape leaving the apprentices' and slipping out of camp. What business did an apprentice have to be sneaking out at night?
On light paws, Bluebellcrackle hurried out of the camp entrance and glanced down, brow furrowing almost immediately. Fawnpaw... "What are you doing out here?"
Her gaze swept over Fawnpaw's form, her heaving sides, her blank stare - and she felt her own heart squeeze. Quickly she scooted away a respectful distance and dropped down to Fawnpaw's level, her usually half-lidded eyes now opened fully with worry. Bluebellcrackle had her fair share of experience with what Fawnpaw was now going through - it was always unexpected and scary and something she would never wish on another cat, especially not someone this young.
"Hey, Fawnpaw? It's Bluebellcrackle. Do you remember me?" she began, tone exceptionally soft. "You're having a panic attack, or at least you're on the verge of one. I know it sounds scary and I know it feels scary, but it'll pass very soon. For now, I just need you to listen to me, all right?"
She carried on without an answer, already falling into familiar breathing patterns. "Breath in through your nose for four seconds, hold that for seven, and let it go through your mouth for eight. Like I'm doing, see? It'll keep you from breathing too hard too fast, help you ground yourself. If you need to hold onto me, I'm right here."
Her own thoughts were going a million miles a second. What on earth had caused this? Had someone done something? Said something? Or was it a result of Fawnpaw's own potential anxieties flaring up? Bluebellcrackle's eyes never left the apprentices face, her breaths never left the pattern she'd come to know all too well, and now she slowly extended a paw as well in case Fawnpaw needed something to grab onto.
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Fawnpaw
As the world spun away from her, sounds dulling and sight blurring, Fawnpaw fought to keep her claws gripped to reality. She could feel it slipping away despite her desperate attempts to cling onto it. Scrambling in a losing battle, she felt as though the edge was close and blackness was near when muffled words reached her ears.
Instinctively, copper eyes flickered around to find the source and landed on Bluebellcrackle. Initially tensing up, Fawnpaw hesitated speaking as she tried to discern what the warrior was saying. Panic attack? What was that? It sounded scary, just like whatever she was feeling, so the warrior must be right about that being the name of it. Okay, so it had a name. That made it a little easier for Fawnpaw to fight to hang on in her mind despite the growing nature of her breathing and heart rate.
With each passing word, and her copper eyes now glued to the older she-cat before her, Fawnpaw felt sounds start to come back. Slowly at first, but more and more she was able to make out what was being said. She was talking about breathing, and holding her breath before letting it out. It was difficult - almost impossible, even - but the young light brown she-cat gave it her best go. Her nose twitched as she attempted to draw air through it, trapping it in her lungs on the count before letting it out through her mouth. It was a bit broken, but a lot slower than it had been.
As she did that once, twice, three times, Fawnpaw felt her heart start to slow a bit. The tears still stayed, but at least she felt as though her mind wasn't scrambling as much. Words became a bit jumbled a bit as she felt her head flood with a combination of adrenaline and exhaustion, but her gaze floated down to the paw stuck out before her. Like a rope tossed over the cliff. Fawnpaw didn't hesitate to grab ahold, pulling herself closer and tucking her head underneath the crook of Bluebellcrackle's neck.
She stayed like that for a moment, eyes closed, until finally everything felt as thought it had stopped spinning. Unknown how long she had truly been crouched underneath the older warrior, Fawnpaw let out a shuddering breath and opened her eyes. "I'm... sorry..." she managed to get out as a wave of exhaustion overcame her and she coughed a little. "Everything felt like it was spinning, and... I felt like I was falling..." The same story as last night.
Pulling her head back from its resting place, but keeping as close to Bluebellcrackle as she could, Fawnpaw looked up at the warrior with a scared gaze. "What's wrong with me?" Her voice was nothing but a squeak as tears rolled down her cheeks. The panicky feeling was gone, but now all Fawnpaw felt like doing was crying.
@Wingnettle Wildsong
Wildsong sighed. After a punishment of hunting, he was ready to be in the territory again, AND determined to keep out of trouble. He wondered where Wingnettle went,he glanced sorrowfully at the border. If only Bluebellcrackle hadn’t came! He sighed. But there was something about her that was really, special. He smiled, and decided to hunt some trout. Going to a river, he scooped up some fish, then ate a trout, for he hadn’t had fish since yesterday. He perked his ears and glanced up.
Re: RiverClan Territory
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