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GaleClan Leader GorgeClan Medicine Cat
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Aug 28, 2019 15:40:26 GMT -5
Minktoes 21 Moons - Treeclan Warrior Beautiful Crazy
The wind was blowing, it didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon either. The seasons were getting ready to change from Greenleaf to Leaf-fall, and with it the leaves would start to color and drop from the over hanging trees. It would grow colder, food would be more sparse. And yet, none of that bothered the pretty she-cat perched within a tree at this particular time. She didn't worry about the future, or waste time stressing about what happened in the past.
She enjoyed living her life day to day, going where the wind may blow.
Sprawled out comfortably within a large tree branch, the seal point feline watched the clouds move through the openings withing the canopy above her head. Her brown tail hung limply off the side of the branch, back legs propped up against the trunk while her font legs dangled against her chest as she lay on her back. Pretty blue eyes danced around with contentment, letting the wind brush against her fur.
Her mind wandered and returned, thinking about what she had done for the day. Earlier at the rise of the morning, the young she-cat had slipped away from camp to do some hunting. Minktoes stuck to the tree tops this trip, keeping away from both were her clanmates had run into Demon as well as Nightclan's stiff border. She preferred to avoid hostile contact at any rate.
Why fight? It was always a question within her mind, as war bred war and hatred did the same. But, despite not being the only cat who viewed it that way, it was the nature of the clans to fall into disarray time and again.
Being pulled from her thought process, Minktoes watched silently and without movement as a pretty butterfly floated through the current of the breeze to rest briefly upon the she-cat's nose. She could feel her blue eyes cross sideways in an attempt to view the pretty orange and black insect as it's wings twitched before fluttering to take off once more.
Lazily flipping to her stomach, claws sunk into the wood below her paws to keep her steady within the tree, Minktoes watched it fly away at a pace easy to catch up too. Blinking for a few seconds, debate clear in those watery pools of hers, the colorful brown she-cat finally decided to stand and follow the butterfly. It could be an adventure, it could be nonsense, but it seemed like good fun at the second since she currently had nothing else to do.
All claws out, even her the ones from her extra toes, Minktoes followed along through the trees. She leapt from branch to branch like a squirrel, those extra toes helping keep balance as well as give extra grippage as the wind continued to batter down from the mountainside. Honestly, the young Treeclanner hadn't been paying much attention to where she was going, or rather where the insect she was following was going. That is, until a new scent was brought to her attention.
Brackenstride?
Pausing, butterfly forgotten, blue eyes scanned below the foliage of tree leaves to spot that familiar golden form of her friend and clanmate. A purr rose within the she-cat's chest for but a moment before she realized where exactly the two of them were. Nightclan's ever ominous border.
It seemed of late that her clanmate, the tom she had grown up with, had been overly obsessed with the clan among the pines. Nightclan was the reason that Gorsetail was no longer deputy, and probably would never be the same either. It hurt her heart to see something terrible like that, but it also worried her that Brackenstride was a little too preoccupied with ending the life of the cat who hurt their former deputy. Darkstar, who just so happened to be Nightclan's intense and ruthless leader.
Slinking down out of the tree in which she stood, Minktoes lazily made her way over to the handsome tom. She was curious, how many times the tom found himself at the border. How often did his nightmares wake him and he wandered here in hopes of sinking his claws into the dark pelt of Darkstar. How often did he brood or sulk with anger and vengeance wrapped around his heart. He had been different since the death of Blackwolf and the near death of Gorsetail.
"I see that practicing to be a tree is coming along quite nicely." Minktoes raspy purr was soft and gentle as she teased her friend while making her way towards him. Her paw-steps were silent and well places as she moved about the ground, brown tail softly swaying behind her. She couldn't begin to count how many times he had probably sat in that exact spot, not moving, hardly breathing, waiting for the perfect time to strike.
The way that she dances, ain't afraid to take chances And wears her heart on her sleeve827 Words || Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Oct 2, 2019 21:24:46 GMT -5
Brackenstride if you even dream of beating me you'd better wake up and apologize To say he was tuned to his surroundings was an understatement. Brackenstride had sat in this spot, breathed in the assorted scents, and let the forest tell him everything he wanted to know. Movement. Scent. Patterns.
Instead of the sour NightClan tang, Brackenstride smelled the rich, woodsy scent of a Clanmate - the basic odor so similar to his own that he disregarded it, if not for that unique underlying flavor of Minktoes.
"I see that practicing to be a tree is coming along quite nicely."
Brackenstride snorted. ”Is that why you’re here? To climb all over me and chase after squirrels?” Minktoes was one of TreeClan’s more well-known climbers. He had learned from who he considered the best - his mentor Feathercloud - but Minktoes was a very close second. Feathercloud wasn’t doing much climbing these days, not with how tired and irritable she’d become.
He hadn’t checked in with her as often as he should have. Brackenstride frowned at the brief twinge of guilt, distracted from his current company until her brilliant blue eyes reached in and pulled him out of his own head again. If a fight breaks out, whispered a voice inside his head, would she stand beside me or hide in the trees like a scared little bird?
He didn’t want to think about the answer. He hated looking at his friends this way. Ever since the impromptu meeting with Timberfrost, Redbird, Foxfur and Foxfire, Brackenstride couldn’t look at them with assessment. Sizing them up. Trying to decide if - or rather when - the fighting erupted, who he could count on.
And who he couldn’t.
Brackenstride aggressively shook his head, turning his back to the NightClan border and beginning to walk further into the safety of the woods. ”Coming?” He mewed over his shoulder without looking. What he needed right now was a distraction. Something to get him out of this moodiness. This constant state of waiting.
It was impacting the relationships he had with his Clanmates.
21 Moons TreeClan Tom
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GaleClan Leader GorgeClan Medicine Cat
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Oct 16, 2019 6:05:18 GMT -5
Minktoes 21 Moons - Treeclan Warrior Beautiful Crazy
Chunky brown paws continued to lead the way towards where the handsome golden tomcat sat, still perfectly still but swiveling his head to settle his sights upon the approaching seal point. Whiskers twitched upon her masked face as amusement rippled through those sky blue eyes of hers as she found her companion's familiar yet almost distant amber gaze. Her purr grew slightly louder as she softly chuckled at the rebuttal to her joke from earlier as Brackenstride remained nearly still except for the fact that he swung his head to face her.
Though she didn't miss the slight pause between the two of them, as if the young tom across from her were overthinking about something, the silky feline chose to not press the issue. The golden tom had been difference since the two incidents involving Blackwolf from Nightclan and their former deputy, Gorsetail. He had been distant, colder even. And though the cream coated warrior didn't address the problem of his nightmare, she hoped that her long time friend would eventually confide in her.
After all, it was Brackenstride who Minktoes had gone to for comfort after the death of her father.
Granted, the situations were a bit different... and then his familiar voice calling to her pulled the warrioress from her own thoughts, shadows clearing from the pretty blue pools of the she-cat almost instantly. She had been planning on plopping down on the ground, to get comfortable but it seemed that the son of the leader had other ideas as he stood and made his way away from Nightclan's border.
"Hey, wait for me!" She called out lightly in her raspy tone, not sounding worried about falling behind as she bounced over the spot he had once occupied to catch up. Once again that playful nature, almost kit like at times, resumed as she happily trotted quietly after Brackenstride's retreating form. The sharp scent of Nightclan falling behind the deeper they slunk through the forests of Treeclan.
Though she was curious as to what Brackenstride was planning, if he did have anything decided at this point, she didn't bother too much about their destination. She was the type of cat who enjoyed the journey, she enjoyed the time spent with one of her best friends even if they were just wandering around their territory. Live in the moment, something she spent every day doing, not worrying about what lay in the shadows of the unknown future. Minktoes would deal with that when it was presented to her.
Tilting her head back, the seal point she-cat let her sky-like gaze run over the color changing leaves overhead as the wind trickled through them. It made her think of the squirrels that bounced from branch to branch, which in turn reminded her of the little comment Brackenstride had made earlier. Quick as lightning her gaze fluttered with the light of mischief as she turned her attention to the back of the golden tom in front of her. Feathered tail flickering softly back and forth, Minktoes gave a small wriggle of her hips before she darted forwards just a quickly as the creature she was named.
Though her initial plan was to tackle into Brackenstride as if they were kits again, a different idea flashed through her head causing her to gently bump into his flank with her own before continuing bounding happily through the forest undergrowth, calling over her shoulder in with laughter following, "Tag, you're it! Try and catch me!" Sure, it was a little juvenile, but what better way to relax and clear a mind than racing about and have fun with friends. Besides, she was sure Brackenstride could use a little kittish fun to relax him.
The way that she dances, ain't afraid to take chances And wears her heart on her sleeve644 Words || Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Oct 27, 2019 11:38:34 GMT -5
Brackenstride if you even dream of beating me you'd better wake up and apologize As if Minktoes had seen the storm building behind his relaxed, cocky demeanor, the she-cat jostled him as she rushed by - knocking him back into the present.
"Tag, you're it! Try and catch me!"
Brackenstride's body tensed with a surge of energy, his eyes narrowing as his 'prey' dashed away from him. He smirked despite himself. "I'm not playing nursery games with you, Minktoes!" He called, practically able to see his words landing in the grass just behind the fleeing she-cat. With a serruptitious look to the left and then to the right (couldn't have any witnesses), Brackenstride sprang into action.
The wind pushed at his heels, urging him faster until the distance between him and Minktoes began to close. A foxlength. A squirrel-length. A mouselength. With a glint in his eyes, Brackenstride swatted the she-cat's dark tail, making sure it connected before he called out. "Look who's it now?"
"Shouldn't you two mousebrains be hunting instead of frolicking like a couple of lovesick rabbits?"
A gruff, entirely-unamused interjection doused Brackenstride's gloating mood like dirt over a glowing ember. Tawnyclaw, a heavyset warrior with scars on his face from a terrible accident in his youth, eyed them both with obvious reproach. Brackenstride's mood further soured when Tigerstripe and Firesong brought up the remainder of the hunting party.
"We're going to the wildflower meadow," said Tawnyclaw. "If you two feel like contributing to the Clan, join us."
Brackenstride's jaws parted to immediately turn down Tawnyclaw's 'offer' with a sharp rebuke of his own, but Tigerstripe, all rippling stripes and white teeth, butted in.
"You'd better come, Brackenstride. Last I heard Lionstar didn't want you near the NightClan border all by yourself."
Any other time in his life, Brackenstride would have scoffed at Tigerstripe's obvious goading. But now, as the young lion locked eyes with the insolent tiger, he felt his blood start to churn, frothing under his skin.
21 Moons TreeClan Tom
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GaleClan Leader GorgeClan Medicine Cat
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Nov 24, 2019 5:17:03 GMT -5
Minktoes 21 Moons - Treeclan Warrior Beautiful Crazy
The thrill of racing through the forest she called home brought a skip of excitement within her stride, claws partially unsheathed to aid her grip the ground as she kicked up leaves with each stride. The cool air burned her lungs slightly as she swiftly moved along the floor, Brackenstride's scent growing stronger as he gained from behind. Blood pumped within her ears at the adrenaline rush within her veins, wanting to outrun her chaser but knowing he was more than likely going to catch her.
A exclamation mew broke past her dark maw as she felt his paw smack her tail, causing a slight jump within her step. Laughter quickly followed as she heard his taunt, claiming she was it once more. Despite the fact that these were 'nursery' games as he called them, he seemed to be enjoying the small venture from wherever he had been before she came along and distracted him.
However, it seemed their fun would be halted as a harsh snap brought Minktoes to stop near the golden furred tomcat near her. Ears flickering, the pretty brown point she-cat turned those pretty blue pools of hers to where a group of Treeclanners stood with annoyed and irritated expressions upon their faces. Though she couldn't begin to understand why they would be so sour with the fact that she and Brackenstride were running off steam and enjoying their afternoon.
Just because they were warriors didn't mean they couldn't have fun.
It didn't take a genius to see that Tawnyclaw and Tigerstripe had managed to crawl under the young lion's pelt, the light within his gaze darkening with annoyance. Quickly, and quietly, Minktoes made her way to the tom's side. Her soft brown pelt brushed against Brackenstride's side in a small gesture of comfort and an attempt to soothe his temper as it brewed under his short, golden pelt. "Hey, no need to get your tail in twist." She purred in that soft rasp, tail waving softly behind her.
"Besides, I'm with Brackenstride, we are leaving the Nightclan border and we already went hunting earlier." Two out of those three things were the truth, well technically Minktoes had gone hunting earlier but she hadn't been with Lionstar's son at the time. That didn't mean she was going to throw him to the lynx, he didn't need a bunch of grumpy warriors breathing down his neck like he was some problem child.
Even if he happened to have a knack for getting into trouble.
"But, I hope you two have good luck hunting." Her whiskers twitched in slightly amusement as she spoke in a nonconfrontational tone, attempting to avoid an unneeded arguement between clanmates. "And try to remember, you two are warriors, not Lionstar." Her tone shifted as she tried to hide a giggle, her blue eyes twinkling with light amuseent as she gently reminded Tawnyclaw and Tigerstripe. Though she wasn't trying to be disrespectful, she'd gladly stand up for Brackenstride rather than let them boss him around like a troublesome kit.
The two of them were doing just fine before they interrupted their fun.
The way that she dances, ain't afraid to take chances And wears her heart on her sleeve541 Words || Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Dec 22, 2019 1:22:16 GMT -5
Brackenstride if you even dream of beating me you'd better wake up and apologize Minktoes stuck by him. Somewhere beneath the simmering anger, the young golden tom appreciated her loyalty. He glared at the passing forms of Tawnyclaw and Tigerstripe, rankled and ill-tempered by that brief exchange. "Foxdung, I hate this. I hate that everyone's treating me like some kit that's escaped the nursery!"
His outburst was louder than he'd meant it, but the words would not quiet down, not after he'd given the anger in his heart a quick taste of freedom. It felt good to get that out. Sorry Minktoes, I'm not gonna be a lot of fun right now. The last thing the pretty brown pointed she-cat wanted was to endure a heated rant from her denmate, but he couldn't help himself.
"I can barely make dirt without someone checking up on me," he snarled, flattening the grass under paw as he stomped around the base of a sycamore. "I'm not afraid of NightClan. I'm sick of being treated like this - if my father would just let me fight on my own terms, I could prove I'm not this fragile little kitten that needs protection."
Critical golden eyes filled up Brackenstride's mind: the stern furrow of his father's brow, the heavy disapproving frown, as if the son he saw before him was only a shadow, a tenth of a shadow of what Lionstar truly was. I killed Blackwolf. I'm not going to run from the truth. I'm not going to hide. Breathing hard, Brackenstride suddenly halted, and turned toward the NightClan border.
If he fought with them now, it would start a war. Even if they attacked him first, a war would be inevitable. He wasn't stupid enough to think Lionstar would rally the whole Clan together to face NightClan just on his behalf - but NightClan was guilty of far greater sins than trying to end Brackenstride's life. It was time someone made them pay.
Why not me? Stars, he liked the way that sounded. Why not me?
Short golden pelt bristled. Amber eyes flashed deep and full of fire as he stared in the direction of the deer path. "Go home, Minktoes," he spoke quietly, as if all that anger from a mere heartbeat ago had been dragged back down into the depths of him. As if he were channeling it. Forming a plan.
Brackenstride glanced at his friend, jaw clenched, though he forced a civil tone for her sake. "You don't want to be around me right now. I'm going back to NightClan's border, and I'm going to sink my claws into whatever reeking marsh-cat crosses my path." 21 Moons TreeClan Tom
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GaleClan Leader GorgeClan Medicine Cat
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jan 9, 2020 2:43:24 GMT -5
Minktoes The way that she dances, ain't afraid to take chances She watched as the forms of Tawnyclaw and Tigerstripe turned and retreated away into deeper Treeclan territories, amused with their unsatisfied expression after she told them off. She didn't understand the need to bully each other, not with war looming in the distance.
The pretty she-cat's fur fluffed up slightly at her companion's sudden outburst of anger beside her. Those wide blue pools turned to watch the handsome golden tom as he growled and lashed his tail, obviously triggered by the action of their more unfavorable clanmates. The warrioress didn't think she'd ever seen her denmate this furious, well except maybe after what had happened to Gorsetail.
Ears flickering, Minktoes quickly moved to follow Brackenstride as he stormed off back the way the two had come earlier. The scent of Nightclan faint from where they currently were, but only grew stronger the closer towards the Deer Path they padded. She couldn't quite understand what good it would do any cat for him to get himself into trouble with their enemies once again.
"Brackenstride..." Minktoes called out in that soft rasp of hers, bounding forwards to catch up to his storming pace. Whatever he might have told her, there was no way the peaceful feline was about to let him wander off on his own. She felt the need to stay by his side. Whatever he was going through, the brown and cream she-cat couldn't possibly understand, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to try and help.
She wasn't so oblivious that she had missed the fact that he would stir awake with a start at nights, or sometimes not sleep at all as he stormed out of the warrior's den and off into the shadows of the forest. His behavior, his attitude it had all changed since the maiming of Gorsetail and the death of Blackwolf.
Minktoes just hoped whatever was bothering the golden tom that it didn't corrupt his heart or his soul.
They were quiet for a moment, the she-cat softly padding alongside her companion as her longer coat occasionally brushed his flank in quiet support and affection. Her tail was curled over her back but the tip of it with twitch a random times as she silently tried to think of what to say. "You know it's not because he thinks you are scared... right?" She finally spoke up, lifting her head to let those pretty blue pools glance at Brackenstride beside her.
While she was mainly speaking of his father, Lionstar, she was also speaking of others who truly cared for the stubborn and devilish tomcat. This also included herself, who cared for her friend and didn't want to see anything terrible happen to him. She paused her pawsteps for a moment, hoping he would faulter in his steps too as she took a breathe and spoke again.
"I... We don't want anything terrible to happen to you because you are too stubborn to listen to rules." A small smile found it's way onto the brown muzzle of Minktoes as she stood there watching Brackenstride with a soft and bright gaze. She wasn't lecturing him, she was being honest and then she gave a mild eye roll as she added with sarcasm, "Besides, who would think you were scared. You took down the big bad wolf of Nightclan remember." Somber but quickly brightening up the mood, something she seemed particularly good at doing.
Padding forwards, Minktoes came nearly nose to nose with the larger feline as her watery gaze held a light of mischief within them. "And just so you know, you can always talk to me about anything." Reaching up, the Siamese she-cat gently pressed her paw to his nose in an affectionate jester before adding, "You were there for me when Blueflame died, let me be here for you now." A purr softly broke through her voice.
Flicking her plume tail to brush against his flank, Minktoes continued on towards the border. Casting a glance over her shoulder, she called back to her companion, "Come one then. I figured I'd tag along to make sure you don't start a war." She grinned as she teased him softly. She may have not approved of it, but she knew she wasn't going to let him go it alone.
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Post by Fawn on Apr 2, 2020 17:54:31 GMT -5
Brackenstride if you even dream of beating me you'd better wake up and apologize Brackenstride fell into a grumpy silence, processing Minktoes' words and trying to see if there was truth to her insistance that Lionstar didn't think he was scared. Part of him knew his father loved him, or else he wouldn't go to such lengths to protect him - even if his methods scraped Brackenstride's nerves raw like claws on bark.
But that didn't mean he had to be treated like an apprentice that broke one rule and couldn't be trusted.
Thoughts swirling darkly, Brackenstride did not reject her company, quietly grateful for her companionship even if it meant her witnessing these darker aspects of himself. She knew what he was capable of; he'd taken a life, and he was going to be forced to defend his over and over again. But Minktoes still smiled at him as if nothing had changed, and in the pit of his heart, gratitude surged inside of him over this tiny sliver of normalcy.
Brackenstride brushed his pelt against hers, letting the loudness of his thoughts swallow up the quietude of two friends walking side by side in the direction of the NightClan border.
21 Moons TreeClan Tom <3 Finished!
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