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Post by Hellion on Nov 6, 2021 20:27:37 GMT -5
[googlefont=Nunito,400,400i,900] DUSKROSE WARRIOR OF TREECLAN She failed to hide the pain that surfaced after looking at the excellent maple tree snapped and nothing more than a walking path. Finally, she came to terms with the reality they were standing in the remains of her camp, her home. The place she grew up and where she went on to raise her kits. Despite her desperate attempts to scent for any other landmarks, the dust and muddling of smells made it impossible. She wanted to find the nursery simply because that place carried so much hope, soft milk smell, and warmth of new life, the memories she wanted to trigger, the ones sensed it faded with age and barely fragmented together anymore. Caught up in herself, Duskrose only barely caught the orders from Whitehawk. She turned and nodded along to his words and joined up with the others to venture further. Onwards her paws carried her, but her heart remained at the maple tree. Each step she took across the giant tree's bark was careful and done out of respect. She knew there would be a time that the bridge would be worn and forgotten about, likely she as well, but for the time being, she would take care when trekking across. The thicket, as it was, soothed the ache in her chest. Even a bit of foliage shifted in the gentle breeze. Birds sang their tunes in the branches above, she thought the scent of mouse carried in the wind, but she did not venture to look for it. Instead, Duskrose caught a glimpse of a clear from between the heavy branches and dush brush. "There is something up ahead," She called out to her traveling group, picking up her pace, having caught no scent of danger or threat. TAGGED: Abyss, Amber, @ide, Phoenix, @sable, BlooRey DVD, Hellion, Fawn, Ghost the Undead Goddess, @jack NOTES: sad dusk
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Post by Fawn on Nov 9, 2021 2:09:06 GMT -5
[googlefont=Nunito,400,400i,900] HEATHERNOSE WARRIOR OF STONECLAN Her initial refusal to keep going was abruptly ignored. The party too focused on navigating this new, strange terrain to bother seeing if she was keeping up. With a haughty sniff, Heathernose flicked her apprentice in the flank with her tail. "Keep up, Chalkpaw." Oh, how she longed to slip away and go check on StarClan's Claws herself... But their leader had decided otherwise. A shard of resentment simmered in her heart as they walked on - until she laid eyes on the tear in the center of the valley proper. Heathernose audibly gasped, feathery tail sweeping around to cover her mouth as a rush of nausea overcame her at the sheer steepness of the gorge. The plateau in the middle looked like a tiny piece of paradise, spared from the worst of the quake. A sign that StarClan had not forsaken them. Heathernose flicked an ear in surprise to the only cat in the party not from StoneClan or TreeClan. Will wonders never cease? A NightClan cat speaking sense! Heathernose nearly purred, glad the suggestion was coming from someone other than herself - but then that brute of a TreeClan cat had to open her mouth! What a heathen! Timberfrost's brusque retort and immediate departure had Heathernose's pelt fluffing up indignantly, and it was this indignation, coupled with Whitehawk's decision to send Chalkpaw with the other group that made her immediately backpedal. "If we're not going to StarClan's Claws, Whitehawk, then there's no reason for Chalkpaw and I to split up. I'm going with my apprentice - if that makes things too difficult, then take it up with StarClan." Yes, Heathernose. Put your foot down. You can't let those TreeClanners fill Chalkpaw up with nonsense and set him off the path you've put for him!Feeling incredibly justified, the StoneClan she-cat sauntered off to join the first sub-group. Unbeknownst to Heathernose, her apprentice's enthusiastic expression had slowly wilted, replaced with the kind of solemn tiredness of one used to enduring her type of personality. TAGGED: @ NOTES: blah blah blah [googlefont=Nunito,400,400i,900] BRACKENSTRIDE WARRIOR OF TREECLAN The party split at Whitehawk's behest, but Brackenstride couldn't anchor himself to this new sub-group. Not when he couldn't get the image of the Great Maple toppled over - a crossing point instead of the landmark it had once been - out of his head. He had flinched at the exposed roots, expecting to see his father's corpse tangled up in clumps of soil and broken wood. Mercifully, he did not see anything beyond the roots, his heart squeezing painfully tight inside his chest. It was gone. Everything he had known about his home. That monument of a tree had seemed insurmountable, a forever-beacon of life and the solidity of the forest. Seeing it in ruins, it triggered echoes of losing Lionstar all over again. He numbly crossed with the others, wondering if his father could see them now. Heathernose's remarks finally struck center, and he met her cold stare with matching fire, his emotions raw and in his eyes. One more stupid comment about StarClan and she's going to meet them personally. Her snobbery was palpable, and he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. Let's get this over with. It felt like he was leaving behind pieces of himself with every new thing they uncovered. What would be left of him when they were done? TAGGED: Phoenix BlooRey DVD Ghost the Undead Goddess Abyss Amber HellionNOTES: A little over 200 words.
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Post by Katara on Nov 9, 2021 21:38:28 GMT -5
[googlefont=Poppins,800][googlefont=Nunito,400,400i,900,900i] [attr="class","topheader"] [attr="class","topheadertitle"] New Location!New Location![attr="class","topheaderb"] [attr="class","anncontent"]Your patrol has discovered a new location: Bone Meadow! Board and ImagePrompt Your half of the patrol continues north toward where the trees begin to thin, and as you go on you might notice that the birds have stopped singing here, and the noises of prey in the undergrowth have disappeared. The clearing that opens up before you is a beautiful sight - but also an oddly eerie one. The area is lush with undergrowth and thick leafy bushes blooming with small white flowers, but there are no signs of prey moving about in the immediate area. The clearing is surrounded by narrow, spindly trees - many of them fallen or in splinters from the earthquake, but even these cannot hide the strangeness that hangs heavy here. A couple pawsteps in the meadow and one will realize immediately why this place is so still, as if the whole forest holds its breath here. Bones are littered underneath the greenery, the only remains of lives once lived. Many of them are prey bones, but to the trained eye it will become apparent that others are large avian and even feline. Somewhere, perhaps even Demon's bones lay forgotten in this meadow. One thing is for sure - this place is a graveyard. After you have explored this area, your patrol should head northwest in order to rejoin the other half of your patrol where the gorge meets the trees. Date: Greenleaf 25 - Fog rolls in during the morning, but quickly dissipates beneath the sun. The air is significantly cooler after the storm, and the skies are clear for the exploration parties coming down from the mountains. Objective: Take stock of the new territory, discover a potential camp area, report your findings back to whichever leader you follow. Posting Order: Whitehawk (patrol lead), Orioleflight, Finchcloud, Duskrose, Heathernose, Brackenstride, Mothlight, Herondive, Timberfrost, Chalkpaw. TaggedAbyss, Amber, Phoenix, @sable, BlooRey DVD, Hellion, Fawn, Ghost the Undead Goddess. [newclass=.topheader]width:600px; height: 100px; background: url('https://i.imgur.com/AMNi4WO.png') 0 0 no-repeat; border: 1px solid #555; margin: auto; overflow: hidden;[/newclass][newclass=.topheadertitle]padding: 20px; text-align: center;[/newclass][newclass=.topheadertitle h1]font-family: Poppins; font-size: 40px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #E38C00; background: -webkit-linear-gradient(to right, #E38C00 0%, #FF5F6D 100%); background: -moz-linear-gradient(to right, #E38C00 0%, #FF5F6D 100%); background: linear-gradient(to right, #E38C00 0%, #FF5F6D 100%); -webkit-background-clip: text; -webkit-text-fill-color: transparent;[/newclass][newclass=.topheadertitle h2]font-family: Poppins; font-size: 40px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: transparent; -webkit-text-stroke: 1px white; margin-top: -60px; margin-left: 5px;[/newclass][newclass=.topheaderb]width:600px;height: 10px; background: linear-gradient(to right, #E38C00, #FF5F6D); border-left: 1px solid #555; border-right: 1px solid #555;border-bottom: 1px solid #555;[/newclass][newclass=.anncontent]width:550px;margin:auto;padding:15px;text-align:justify;color:#282828;font-size:13px;line-height:20px;font-family:Nunito;letter-spacing:1px;background-color:#e5e5e5;border:1px solid #bbb;[/newclass][newclass=.anncontent b]font-family: Nunito; font-size: 18px; font-weight: 900; background: #E38C00; background: -webkit-linear-gradient(to bottom, #E38C00 0%, #FF5F6D 100%); background: -moz-linear-gradient(to bottom, #E38C00 0%, #FF5F6D 100%); background: linear-gradient(to bottom, #E38C00 0%, #FF5F6D 100%); -webkit-background-clip: text; -webkit-text-fill-color: transparent; text-shadow: none;[/newclass]
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Post by Phoenix on Nov 12, 2021 20:48:14 GMT -5
[googlefont=Nunito,400,400i,900] MOTHLIGHT WARRIOR OF NIGHTCLAN It was just as well, Mothlight mused as she followed Whitehawk and the others, that all of the TreeClan cats had been assigned to the other half of the patrol. Witnessing the wreckage of their beloved forest - particularly the remnants of their camp, which she supposed now supported them in other ways - seemed to have put all of them more on edge, and the history between their clans meant that her presence, as unobtrusive as she might be, would likely only exacerbate the injuries. The destruction of the rival clan’s home was, after all, not an unwelcome concept for many in her clan. In the end, it was a StoneClan she-cat who surprised her. For one initially so adamant about venturing back to see what had become of StarClan’s Claws, Heathernose was unexpectedly quick to disappear to the patrol heading instead deeper into the forest. Taken aback and mildly amused, the NightClan warrior stared after her departing figure before turning her yellow gaze to the one-eyed leading their patrol. ”Unless someone else has any objections, perhaps StarClan’s Claws can wait?” She suggested, tail tip flicking. Her own vote in favor of splitting the group had been more for the sake of keeping the peace than any real desire to find their old Gathering location. ”We might as well see how far the gorge goes before meeting up with them again.” They continued on along the edge of the gorge, which seemed to be getting shallower with every passing pawstep. When she saw the red-tinted stone, her first thought was that it was only fitting for the ground to bleed from a wound as massive as the ravine from which they had just descended. Scattered around, the boulders were larger than any others she had seen, but even they were dwarfed by the steep walls of the gorge, which looked even taller from down below. Craning her neck, Mothlight peered upward before looking straight ahead into the ravine itself. ”The valley really knows how to make you feel small sometimes,” She mused to no one in particular, before adding, ”I suppose we found the end. Should we climb back up and see what happened to the others?”TAGGED: BlooRey DVD Ghost the Undead Goddess Abyss Amber @sable Hellion Fawn Katara NOTES: As mentioned in the discord announcement, described her seeing the Redshade Rift instead of Tree Hill
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Post by Abyss on Nov 21, 2021 17:35:50 GMT -5
[googlefont=Nunito,400,400i,900] WHITEHAWK WARRIOR OF STONECLAN Whitehawk was most typically a calm cat. He did not often grow truly angered or annoyed, nor did he ever lose his calm easily. And when it did happen, it was for good reason. He thought he had done ok. He thought that the split he had made would work. He took note of a few small grateful glances his direction at keeping certain cats together, which made him hopeful. For the first few minutes, anyway. But after that? He was pissed. He wouldn’t even deny that he was fuming, nor did he hide it. The tom’s face twisted into a mixture of both annoyance and anger as he watched the other half of the patrol, which now apparently was taking an extra member with it from his own, walk away without any more discussion or chance to interject. Did his word as the patrol lead and a temporary Deputy mean nothing? Safety had always been his number one priority in everything that he did. He knew what it was like for things to go seriously wrong when cats didn’t stick together, and he bore the scar of that incident every single day. They were in the valley, what was once their own, now a ghost, a stranger. The earthquake had changed so much, and they hadn’t even covered everything yet. They did not know what dangers lie behind any corner, what other creatures had saw the quake as opportunity. Just splitting the patrol in half had been a hesitant decision on his part, for safety was best kept in numbers. When it was ultimately decided that they would split, his first focus remained safety in number. If both patrols had an even amount of cats, there were plenty of defenders should something go wrong. He knew that none of the cats on this patrol were weak, physically at least. Even numbers meant better chances, and he had hoped this would work out. But the one who had prompted the split of the group in the first place didn’t seem to agree. There was a part of him that wanted to shout, to completely shut down the she-cat and her choice. But she seemed set in her ways as she and the patrol she wasn’t meant to be on departed from the group. There was a moment, just a moment, where the large white tom was frozen in place, unmoving, staring onwards at the patrol that slowly disappeared out of sight. His ear flicked briefly as he heard Mothlight speak up, giving her vote that they should go down into the gorge. His body tensed for a moment, but as he released a deep sigh, he turned his gaze back to those who remained with him. Though he seemed more calm, there was no hiding the inner turmoil of anger that flared in his singular gaze. “Yes, it is important that we see what parts of this place are safe enough for travel. We follow the gorge.” Without another word, the white tom turned, descending into the gorge with the others. They reached a giant pile of stones with what seemed like a red and orange tint, fallen leaves and rust-colored stone sticking out. From what he could tell, there weren’t really any decent areas along the wall of the ravine for them to ascend. So, nodding forward, Whitehawk padded forward, stopping next to the first of the large stones, his gaze peering back at the others. “All of you go up first.” I will stay here so I can cushion the fall if anyone slips. It wasn’t a good way to think in that situation, but it was still the first thought to reach his mind. He glanced at the top of the ravine, the location they wished to reach, and found that he did have the hesitant desire to meet with the others. If not to greet them with a smile, then to ensure that none of them had killed each other. TAGGED: Amber @ide Phoenix @sable BlooRey DVD Hellion Fawn Ghost the Undead Goddess @jack NOTES: Chalkpaw post written by Fawn[googlefont=Nunito,400,400i,900] CHALKPAW APPRENTICE OF STONECLAN Chalkpaw did his best to tune out his mentor's warnings, choosing instead to focus on enjoying himself in this strange new area of the valley. Never in a hundred moons had he thought he'd get to see another Clan's territory - this wasn't quite it, but he still marveled and gawked and turned his head at even the slightest sound, overcome with curiosity. The young StoneClan tom glanced back to where Whitehawk and his party had stepped deeper into the gorge, but he couldn't see them from here. Be careful! Even if he was StoneClan born and bred, that ravine had looked frighteningly steep, and he was grateful Whitehawk hadn't picked him for that part. Chalkpaw's enthusiasm was short lived. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the atmosphere in this part of the forest changed. He subconsciously drew close to Heathernose, and nearly leaped out of his own skin when the she-cat gasped beside him. "Are those bones?! StarClan above!"Chalkpaw looked to where she was pointing, and dread filled him from whiskers to tail tip. They were bones. Feline bones. This was a whole meadow of... of... Chalkpaw's tail bushed out; he couldn't help the touch of fear-scent clinging to his pelt. He didn't stop holding his breath until their group had moved on, entering a more peaceful, but no less atmospheric part of the forest; a strange muttering sound nearby made his pelt prickle. But he glanced back and it was only Heathernose, murmuring comforting things to herself as they got further away from that place of bones. TAGGED: @ NOTES: blah blah blah
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Post by Katara on Nov 23, 2021 11:09:39 GMT -5
[googlefont=Poppins,800][googlefont=Nunito,400,400i,900,900i] [attr="class","topheader"] [attr="class","topheadertitle"] New Location!New Location![attr="class","topheaderb"] [attr="class","anncontent"]Your patrol has discovered a new location: Elder's Wood! Board and ImagePrompt The patrol that traveled into the gorge climbs the Redshade Rift to enter the forest, and the patrol that crossed the Great Maple Bridge continues into the forest, until both patrols meet and rejoin each other. Now with your patrol whole once again, you travel deeper to the northeast edge of the forest. The woods here grow quieter and lusher - though this time, it is a thoughtful and comforting kind of quiet. Moss coats the forest floor beneath your paws, and thick ferns and soft-leaved bushes grow abundantly, giving the impression you are walking through a purely green world. The trees here grow sturdier and hold a quiet, humble power to them; you notice suddenly, that not a single tree in this area has been felled by the earthquake. It is a sanctuary untouched by the devastation you have witnessed everywhere else, a place where time stands still. The trees are so old and powerful that moss grows on them and along the branches themselves, providing a thick and protective canopy over your heads. Among the sprawling roots and green vegetation is also a variety of herbs. The peaceful stillness of these woods makes you feel that StarClan is close here. Perhaps this is the one place they were able to protect. From here, your patrol must continue eastward, where the woods will fade to the thinness of regular trees, and where the trees open into moorland. Date: Greenleaf 25 - Fog rolls in during the morning, but quickly dissipates beneath the sun. The air is significantly cooler after the storm, and the skies are clear for the exploration parties coming down from the mountains. Objective: Take stock of the new territory, discover a potential camp area, report your findings back to whichever leader you follow. Posting Order: Whitehawk (patrol lead), Orioleflight, Duskrose, Heathernose (NPC), Brackenstride, Mothlight, Herondive, Timberfrost, Chalkpaw (NPC). TaggedAbyss, Amber Phoenix, BlooRey DVD, Hellion, Fawn, Ghost the Undead Goddess. [newclass=.topheader]width:600px; height: 100px; background: url('https://i.imgur.com/AMNi4WO.png') 0 0 no-repeat; border: 1px solid #555; margin: auto; overflow: hidden;[/newclass][newclass=.topheadertitle]padding: 20px; text-align: center;[/newclass][newclass=.topheadertitle h1]font-family: Poppins; font-size: 40px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #E38C00; background: -webkit-linear-gradient(to right, #E38C00 0%, #FF5F6D 100%); background: -moz-linear-gradient(to right, #E38C00 0%, #FF5F6D 100%); background: linear-gradient(to right, #E38C00 0%, #FF5F6D 100%); -webkit-background-clip: text; -webkit-text-fill-color: transparent;[/newclass][newclass=.topheadertitle h2]font-family: Poppins; font-size: 40px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: transparent; -webkit-text-stroke: 1px white; margin-top: -60px; margin-left: 5px;[/newclass][newclass=.topheaderb]width:600px;height: 10px; background: linear-gradient(to right, #E38C00, #FF5F6D); border-left: 1px solid #555; border-right: 1px solid #555;border-bottom: 1px solid #555;[/newclass][newclass=.anncontent]width:550px;margin:auto;padding:15px;text-align:justify;color:#282828;font-size:13px;line-height:20px;font-family:Nunito;letter-spacing:1px;background-color:#e5e5e5;border:1px solid #bbb;[/newclass][newclass=.anncontent b]font-family: Nunito; font-size: 18px; font-weight: 900; background: #E38C00; background: -webkit-linear-gradient(to bottom, #E38C00 0%, #FF5F6D 100%); background: -moz-linear-gradient(to bottom, #E38C00 0%, #FF5F6D 100%); background: linear-gradient(to bottom, #E38C00 0%, #FF5F6D 100%); -webkit-background-clip: text; -webkit-text-fill-color: transparent; text-shadow: none;[/newclass]
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Post by Amber on Nov 29, 2021 13:50:02 GMT -5
[googlefont=Nunito,400,400i,900] ORIOLEFLIGHT WARRIOR OF STONECLAN Fire sparked in her chest and blazed in her eyes as Whitehawk’s authority was blatantly disregarded. The split wasn’t ideal, but Orioleflight could see the reasonings behind it. There were many players and several combinations that would never work, and so few that would, and Whitehawk had done the best he could to make the split even and fair and work well. The warrior’s decision to break off made the numbers uneven, but Orioleflight had faith in the capabilities of their party. The mottled warrior brushed her tail against Whitehawk’s side in an attempt to offer a bit of support. They would be just fine with the four of them. The travel through the gorge was a strange, yet uneventful one. The steep, rocky sides were strangely reminiscent of StoneClan’s former territory, and the familiarity of it helped to ease her mind. The trees above shadowing the gorge were still foreign, but offered a welcome cooling shade. The further they traveled, the more her ire eased, and the more relaxed she became. She still padded close to Herondive’s side, enjoying the opportunity to explore with her. As they approached where the gorge seemed to come to an end, Orioleflight’s golden amber eyes scanned the rockfall before them, automatically searching for the safest path up. ”All of you go up first.”Orioleflight stepped forward, dainty paws confident. ”I can lead. I can see a way up that should be easier on you, Mothlight.” The mottled warrior’s eyes grew wide as she realized the words that had fallen from her mouth. She turned to face the NightClan warrior with an apologetic face and quickly started backtracking. ”Not that I doubt your abilities! I don’t! I just thought that, since you didn’t have places like this in the pine forest that you would appreciate not having to make big, dangerous leaps! We used to climb stuff like this all the time, so I just wanted to make sure that you would be able to make it just as easily as we would! I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to offend you.” Her ears had flattened back and her tail was tucked low in shame. She had no quarrel with the NightClan warrior, and truly had meant no offense, but she was uncertain how Mothlight would take her careless words and overcompensated with her apology. ”Anyway,” her voice was softer now, a little less confident, ”if you want to follow me, I’ll take what I believe to be the simplest path upward, but there’s no obligation to you, Mothlight.” With that, Orioleflight turned quietly and began to slowly make the climb upward, giving the others time to see her path and follow if they so chose. TAGGED: @sable Hellion Fawn Phoenix BlooRey DVD Ghost the Undead Goddess Abyss KataraNOTES: Awkward bb is awkward xD 452 words sorry >.<
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Post by Hellion on Dec 8, 2021 0:03:52 GMT -5
[googlefont=Nunito,400,400i,900] DUSKROSE WARRIOR OF TREECLAN Their arrival at the obvious graveyard unnerved the she-cat. A shiver crawled up Duskrose's spine at the realization that there were feline bones in the mix of prey and other. She wanted nothing more to do with such a morbid place. Her paws furthered the protest by refusing to step beyond the general threshold of the space. The silence only added to her unease, and she looked away from the meadow if you could call it that with bones scattered around. She could only imagine the ghosts lingering in such a place. If the bones could talk, who would they cry out for? The idea of patroling such a place or even hunting perplexed her. Prey wouldn't venture to close out of fear, and wouldn't the sourness of bone ruin the herbs? It never occurred until that moment how endless the life cycle indeed was. That one day, her body would be eased into the ground and perhaps from the remains sprout foliage, her bones cradled by roots of new life. It was natural, routine, and expected, but it was unsettled her beyond words even with that understanding. Her chest tightened and threatened to squeeze until she ceased to exist. Finally, she couldn't linger any longer and noted the natural progression the group would make and drew further attention to it. "I don't want to stay here much longer, let's go," She urged, waiting for those in her half of the party to head in the northwest direction, aiming to catch up with the others. TAGGED: Abyss, Amber, Phoenix, @sable, BlooRey DVD, Hellion, Fawn, Ghost the Undead Goddess, NOTES: sad dusk
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Post by Fawn on Dec 8, 2021 14:34:18 GMT -5
[googlefont=Nunito,400,400i,900] BRACKENSTRIDE WARRIOR OF TREECLAN The old majesty of this part of the forest comforted him in a way he couldn't describe. The bone meadow they'd just come from had been awful. Death just waved in their faces, as if they weren't already aware of the lives that had been lost. What shook him was not just the cat skeletons, but the presence of other creature bones as well. Something large and ungainly, like the hoofed deer that would sometimes cross through the deer path... He'd been so focused on his Clan, that he'd actually given very little thought to what the changes in the valley meant for everything else that lived there. Demon was gone, but there had been other predators; foxes, badgers, the occasional raccoon. Now what? It felt like the valley was still holding its breath, and the Clan cats weren't the only ones taking each day as tentatively as the previous. Brackenstride looked at Duskrose, and padded up until he was walking beside her, attempting to exercise a little companionship, even if he didn't have the right words to comfort her. He'd never been good at using words to soothe others - the only exception was Lilybreeze. Somehow, he always managed to muster up something for the littermate who saw the world so differently (that is to say, not at all). This stretch of old growth went on for a little while longer, until the trees thinned out and they were now approaching something like moorland. "Let's stop here and wait for the others, then all head back together." Brackenstride glanced at the others, privately grateful for the chance to rest his paws. To rest his mind, which was growing fatigued from all the new information he needed to process. All the old memories that no longer held up... TAGGED: Phoenix BlooRey DVD Ghost the Undead Goddess Abyss AmberNOTES: 290~ words give or take a few
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Post by ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 on Dec 8, 2021 14:58:24 GMT -5
[googlefont=Poppins,800][googlefont=Nunito,400,400i,900,900i] [attr="class","topheader"] [attr="class","topheadertitle"] New Location!New Location![attr="class","topheaderb"] [attr="class","anncontent"]Your patrol has discovered a new location: Fox Hill! Board and ImagePrompt Your patrol has left the woods behind, and here the trees become sparse, until they open into moorland. But not before you come upon a grassy hill that's resplendent with tall, colorful flowers that wave gently in the light breeze. This hill is where the moorland begins, for it stretches before you in all of its golden, wind-blown glory below. There is not much here beyond the flowers, lovely as they are, but it is these flowers that have life-or-death significance. Though pretty to look at, a cat with any herb knowledge would know this is one of the deadliest plants known to cats. Even a playful nibble from one of the flowers would leave a full-grown cat vomiting, weak, and quivering. More than a nibble would lead most surely to death. Still, the stalks are too tall for prey to reach, so it rustles through the growth here with little care. Other herbs grow among the deadly foxglove, but not many, as if the tall plant is determined to strangle out its competition. Closer to the northern edge of the area is a scattering of rugged boulders that create a nice vantage point from which most of the moorland is stretched out as far as you can see. Now, your patrol has finished exploring the forest territory. Head on down through the moorland to make your way back to the mountains in order to report back to your Clan leaders. Date: Greenleaf 25 - Fog rolls in during the morning, but quickly dissipates beneath the sun. The air is significantly cooler after the storm, and the skies are clear for the exploration parties coming down from the mountains. Objective: Take stock of the new territory, discover a potential camp area, report your findings back to whichever leader you follow. Posting Order: Whitehawk (patrol lead), Orioleflight, Finchcloud, Duskrose, Brinefang, Brackenstride, Mothlight, Herondive, Timberfrost, Beavergaze. TaggedPhoenix, Fawn, BlooRey DVD, Ghost the Undead Goddess, Abyss, Amber[newclass=.topheader]width:600px; height: 100px; background: url('https://i.imgur.com/AMNi4WO.png') 0 0 no-repeat; border: 1px solid #555; margin: auto; overflow: hidden;[/newclass][newclass=.topheadertitle]padding: 20px; text-align: center;[/newclass][newclass=.topheadertitle h1]font-family: Poppins; font-size: 40px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #E38C00; background: -webkit-linear-gradient(to right, #E38C00 0%, #FF5F6D 100%); background: -moz-linear-gradient(to right, #E38C00 0%, #FF5F6D 100%); background: linear-gradient(to right, #E38C00 0%, #FF5F6D 100%); -webkit-background-clip: text; -webkit-text-fill-color: transparent;[/newclass][newclass=.topheadertitle h2]font-family: Poppins; font-size: 40px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: transparent; -webkit-text-stroke: 1px white; margin-top: -60px; margin-left: 5px;[/newclass][newclass=.topheaderb]width:600px;height: 10px; background: linear-gradient(to right, #E38C00, #FF5F6D); border-left: 1px solid #555; border-right: 1px solid #555;border-bottom: 1px solid #555;[/newclass][newclass=.anncontent]width:550px;margin:auto;padding:15px;text-align:justify;color:#282828;font-size:13px;line-height:20px;font-family:Nunito;letter-spacing:1px;background-color:#e5e5e5;border:1px solid #bbb;[/newclass][newclass=.anncontent b]font-family: Nunito; font-size: 18px; font-weight: 900; background: #E38C00; background: -webkit-linear-gradient(to bottom, #E38C00 0%, #FF5F6D 100%); background: -moz-linear-gradient(to bottom, #E38C00 0%, #FF5F6D 100%); background: linear-gradient(to bottom, #E38C00 0%, #FF5F6D 100%); -webkit-background-clip: text; -webkit-text-fill-color: transparent; text-shadow: none;[/newclass]
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