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Post by Fawn on Jul 18, 2014 23:56:32 GMT -5
LIONfart
48 Moons - Tom - TreeClan When Littletimber had first shared the name of the chosen kit, Lionfart had admittedly been somewhat taken aback. Primarily due to the tom having been inwardly dreading the possibility that Littletimber would choose an apprentice exactly like himself - which meant difficult if not one-sided conversations with not just the medicine cat, but with the medicine cat's protege as well.
Though it was not his place to critique or tell a cat how to do their job, Lionfart imagined that having a somewhat compassionate or warmhearted medicine cat would've made the whole experience of getting sick or injured seem not quite so stressful.
The wide-pawed golden tom made the short leap up to the Ancient Stump, cats already congregating beneath it (apparently the news had gotten out prior to it being official, and he couldn't really blame them, it had been a while since they'd had genuine good news) as he raised his voice in summons.
"Let all cats well enough to stand gather beneath Ancient Stump for a Clan meeting!"
There amongst the thin-looking surviving cluster of warriors, queens and elders, he spotted the white, black and orange she-kitten sitting beside her parents, his warm golden eyes briefly connecting with the kitten's sage-green.
He gave a tiny nod and encouraging smile for her to come closer, addressing the Clan in the next moment.
"This Leafbare has been harder than most; many lives were lost, and our faith was reasonably shaken. However, TreeClan continues on, newleaf is here to chase the chill and the sickness away; in light of the newly-made joint decision made by all leaders, the time has now come for Littletimber to take the next big step in his role as medicine cat."
Lionfart gestured with a flick of his tail for the small, eerie tom to step forward and repeat the words of ceremony - words that would officially announce Honeykit as Littletimber's protege and eventual successor.
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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Jul 19, 2014 0:43:16 GMT -5
[smear:999999]Feathercloud[/smear:ffffff] Featuring [smear:000000]Broken[/smear:ff6633][smear:ff6633]song[/smear:ffffff] and [smear:4e91dd]Skyfall[/smear:000000] ~~~~~~~~~
The silver feline glanced sideways at the pretty tortoiseshell that moved along beside her. The pair met eyes and exchanged rather... Devious glances. Perfectly in sync, their eyes moved to land on he big white tom who padded along in front of them. Feathercloud had been assigned to a patrol with Brokensong and Skyfall. Brokensong was a good friend of hers, and she had a soft spot for the mute she-cat. Perhaps it came in the fact that the other warrioress was always very ready to listen to whatever it was that Feathercloud had to ramble about, but the silver she-cat was delighted to call her her friend.
Though she got a long well with Brokensong, she wasn't all that familiar with Skyfall. He always seemed a bit distant, as though purposely separating himself from the other members of the Clan. But she had seen the interactions he shared with his sister, Swandive, and Lionfart's former apprentice just knew that he had a soft spot in there. Or at least she hoped so. If not... Well then he might not react all that well to what was about to happen to him. She just had to wait a little longer, until they slipped into camp from their border patrol...
As the bi-color eyed tom pushed through the entrance, Feathercloud nodded to Brokensong and the plan that they had developed about a third of the way into the patrol began. Her pace quickened, and she didn't need to glance over to know that Brokensong had fallen into place behind her. Just a little bit further. When his tail was successfully within the camp's entrance, her ears flattened, and she could hear the quickening in pace of Brokensong's soft step behind her. The tortoiseshell was surprisingly fast, slipping by her to weave right into Skyfall's path.
The white tom's head came up in alarm as his weight shifted to attempt to divert his course to avoid collision. It was right in that moment that Feathercloud weaved slightly, and sent herself barreling into the larger tom, pushing him even more off balance. But he was holding up. His paws worked furiously as he attempted to right himself, eyes shining with confusion. Her voice rose in a caterwaul, hoping that Brokensong would help her out. "The sky is falling! The sky is falling!" A flash of fur was the only indication she had of Brokensong's change of course before the older warrioress pounced, using the tom as a springboard to bounce off.
That was the final straw for Skyfall, the tom being unable to hold himself up any longer. With a small sound of alarm, he crashed into the ground, leaving Feathercloud standing with her front paws on him triumphantly, and Brokensong making little excited bounds. "You have been vanquished!" Feathercloud yowled, grinning down at the tom. For a minute, she thought she might be in trouble, but there was a hint of amusement in the older tom's eyes as he flopped his head down.
His voice was deep when he spoke. "Ha ha, very funny Feathercloud, Brokensong. I would expect something like that from you." He said, looking pointedly at the silver warrioress, before shifting to look at the mute she-cat just behind her. "But you? And to think I thought you innocent." Feathercloud laughed as she watched her friend cover her muzzle with a feathery tail, hazel-green eyes glancing up towards the sky, doing everything she could to look innocent and pure. Figuring it was time to let Skyfall up, she stepped down, her laugh never faltering. And she even heard Skyfall chuckle a little.
Bumping sides with the silently laughing Brokensong, Feathercloud was about to say more when Lionfart's call interrupted her. Eyes alight with unaffected joy, she glanced towards the white tom, who was just getting to his paws, shaking out his coat. They exchanged a few more words, thanking each other for a successful, mostly uneventful patrol, and they parted ways. Skyfall went off to sit somewhere while Brokensong and Feathercloud, who were both still trying to contain their laughter, settled down directly in front of the stone on which Lionfart stood, a few tail lengths from its base. When she finally managed to pull her eyes away from her friend, and up at the tom she'd looked up to for so long, she had to hold back a soft sigh.
Leaning slightly against her friend, she wondered what it was that Littletimber was going to do. Really she was grasping at straws. Anything to get her mind off of a dark furred tom with orange-amber eyes. Ironstorm had just disappeared on them on day. And to say they'd parted on the best of terms would have been a lie. But that didn't make his absence sting any less... |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 1:22:22 GMT -5
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
Well, I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
It's not like the leaders of the five clans where right, because they were. Every clan needed a back-up Medicine Cat in-case the first one somehow died. And it might have been beneficial if he would have had extra paws during the Greencough fiasco, even if he did prefer to be alone. It had been decided and weather or not he liked it, Lionstar had made the decision that it was time for the small tom to take on an apprentice to train him or her in the ways of healing, herbs and message reading.
Whispersong had already taken him through this long process of what to say and how to welcome his new apprentice into their role as the Medicine Cat Apprentice. Throughout his observation of the kits in the nursery, the only one who stood out was the ever friendly Honeykit. Though he didn't like the idea of having a noisy, loud and bouncy apprentice around, he figured that she could ease cats better than his stoic and uncaring nature could. Perhaps injured and sick cats would feel better about coming to him rather than feeling like a burden.
And so, here the little unsocial tom was sitting, in the shadows as Lionstar spoke above him, calling all the cats he didn't enjoy being around, forwards so they could all crowd around him when everything was done to congratulate both him and his new apprentice. How predictable and rather suffocating. But it was how his sociable clan-mates celebrated things, and it was tradition, so Littletimber had to accept it, as grudgingly as possible.
When his name was spoken through the much larger tom's deep voice, Littletimber pulled himself up and let the sunlight eat away the shadows as he padded forwards, his eerie teal eyes narrowing to adjust to the brightness. Moving his head, the small apprentice size tom glanced upon the six moon old kit who was almost his size, pity. His jaws dropped open as his shrill voice echoed around the clearing of silent and still cats.
"Cats of Treeclan..." He paused, his tail tip twitching, he had to do this ceremony word for word, and honestly, there was just too much speaking for him. Besides, he was sure that Starclan wasn't going to look down on him or his apprentice for him not saying the words in full. And if they did, they would have to just get their starry butts over it. "I have decided to take Honeykit as my new apprentice." His high pitched voice echoed as he kept his orbs on the she-kit in front of him, waiting for Lionstar to ask his choice if she wanted to take on this role.
Relax I'll need some information first Just the basic facts Can you show me where it hurts? |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2014 20:13:03 GMT -5
been dreaming of this since a kit
i’m on top of the worldHoneykit's day began with shining sun, chirping birds, and a plump squirrel delivered by her father. She couldn't tell why, but something felt...different about today. Maybe it was that the sun was warmer than normal, or perhaps because the camp was busier than normal. She had watched warriors come in and out of the camp, sometimes trailed by apprentices or sometimes carrying fresh-kill, and suddenly the answer came to her -- it was her day!
Then Silvercloud came up behind her and began to lick her fur in that adorable-annoying mother-like manner, claiming that it just wouldn't do for her to look like a misshappen bundle of moss during her apprentice ceremony. Honeykit just rolled her eyes and let her mother be her mother, understanding subconsciously that a lot of things would be changing by the end of the day. She would be a completely new cat: a new name (Honeypaw, she thought, and the name rolled deliciously off her tongue), a new bed, and a new daily routine. Silvercloud was thinking much the same thing, licking her kit's fur into submission, wondering if perhaps there would be another litter or if she would be content with warriorhood once again. Flamedance joined them, fluffing up Honeykit's head with a lick in the wrong direction. Silvercloud flew into a frenzy, fretting over the misplaced fur and scolding her mate for such a horrible act on such an important day.
Honeykit just sat by and watched herself be groomed from the third-person perspective, relatively lost in her own thoughts. Just when she was getting antsy, Lionst.ar's voice rang out from the great stump, and her parents led her out of the nursery, heart nearly jumping out of her chest. She searched for her sister's comforting presence and pressed up against the warm flame of her fur, with a brief look of greeting at Thornstrike sitting beside her. Emberstorm's borrowed strength calmed Honeykit's nerves just a bit, but the warm look from the leader atop his perch certainly helped, too.
Suddenly, Littletimber's voice broke her thoughts. Heart racing, adrenaline pumping, Honeykit lifted her head and her tail high as she walked to the front of her Clan. Silvercloud's hard work paid off as her soft fur shone in the sunlight, and she came to a stop before Littlertimber and Lionst.ar, waiting. The golden tom's voice rang out over her head.
"Honeypaw, do you accept the post of apprentice to Littletimber?"
Her entire world hung on that question. Time seemed to slow down as she thought, long and hard, about what she wanted to do with her life. Could I be a warrior? she asked herself. Could I fight and hunt and defend my Clan? She hated playing games with the other kits where she had to beat someone up. It just seemed so... cruel. That's why she always helped instead. It was a lot more satisfying to see an injured kit rejoin the play than to watch them hurt each other. Her mind made up, Honeykit looked up at Lionstar, then back at Littletimber. A small voice, tinted with her namesake and warm, friendly tones, reached out over the gathered cats of TreeClan and seemed to reach to the sky.
"I do." honeykit § kit § treeclan
Amber I WANT EMBERSTORM § tagged
551 § wordcount
i think i love her already~ § notes
i'm on top of the world § lyrics |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2014 0:03:06 GMT -5
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
Well, I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
And so the little she-cat approved and accepted. Interesting... Of course, her whole life was about to change, for better or worse, depending on how she viewed things and how her emotions played with her reality. He, on the other hand, had no emotions nor care that Honeykit was now Honeypaw, his apprentice for now until he retired or died, or in a rare case, was killed. And so, for the clan to accept her, she must first be accepted by Starclan.
And so continued his speech through his high pitched wail of a voice. "Then, at the next Half Moon, we will travel to Moon Tree so that Starclan may approve of my decision." Even if they didn't, it's not like Littletimber was about to toss Honeypaw aside and search for a new young cat to take his side. He doubted Starclan ever didn't approve of any decisions, except making Birdwhistle Whispersong's apprentice. That was a long time ago, and Honeypaw seemed like this was the route she was born to walk down.
His part was done, and he was finished standing in-front of his clanmates, there were too many of them, and so Littletimber slunk back into the shadows, padding away to disappear into his den as his clanmates shouted yowls of "Honeypaw! Honeypaw!" in the background. His teal eyes glanced up to see Whispersong's faint form sitting in his den, giving a nod of approval to the eerie tom as he approached.
He assumed that mean't Honeypaw had secured her spot as his apprentice, and she would soon become the Medicine Cat apprentice of Treeclan, and one day, maybe even the Medicine Cat, with her own apprentice to train and indulge with knowledge and facts.
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