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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Aug 14, 2018 21:52:00 GMT -5
 67 Moons, Senior Warrior of TreeClan
Hazel-green eyes blinked open to the sounds of bird-life all around her. With a gleeful little stretch, the tortoiseshell she-cat rose to her paws, prepared to greet the start of a new day. Eager to get moving, Silentsong immediately set to work rousing the sleeping tabby form next to her. Pushing her forehead against his chest, she gave him a fairly decent shove, enough that his body shifted in the circular nest. Before he could have a chance to drift back to sleep after that particular prod, the mute warrioress lifted a paw and poked his shoulder a few times.
And then, for good measure, she wriggled her haunches and pounced, flopping gracelessly on top of him and rolling. All the while, a beaming smile dominated her pretty features. When she finally received some form of vocal confirmation that he was indeed awake, Silentsong rolled back onto her own paws and flicked his cheek with her plume-like tail. Tipping her head in feigned innocence, she batted her eyelashes before grinning and leaning forward to rasp her tongue over her mate's ear. Stepping back and motioning to the den entrance with her muzzle, she offered him one last smile before picking her way easily amongst the still-sleeping forms of her Clanmates. She'd made it most of the way out, when she hesitated near the nest of one of her sons. Figuring some younger company might do Adderpaw some good, she roused Thornheart from his slumber in a similar fashion.
Once outside the den, she gave her pelt a shake, dispelling the last vestiges of sleep along with some prickling uncertainties. She still wasn't used to the title of mentor; she had resigned herself to never being given the honor of teaching a young mind the ways of a warrior. ...Primarily because she was plagued by a major barrier in communicating the rules. Part of her thought Lionstar had simply been... Well, being Lionstar when he named her as Adderpaw's mentor. He always sought to make the members of his Clan feel welcome and important.
That part of her figured Lionstar's intention had really been to name Zephyrfang as Adderpaw's mentor. After all, she couldn't possibly be a good mentor, could she? Pausing in her intended motion toward the apprentice den, she glanced over her shoulder half searching for her mate. He always made her feel better, stronger, more capable. But he was still in the process of waking himself up. And she could do this. She had to do this. Lifting her head with a steadying intake of breath, Silentsong trotted in the direction of the apprentice's den.
Ducking inside, she picked her way through sleeping bodies once more, until she reached Adderpaw's nest. Stooping so she could nose the young she-cat's shoulder, Silentsong paused to make sure her apprentice's eyes opened and met hers before flashing a kind smile. Sweeping her muzzle toward the entrance, she flicked her tail in a motion to follow, before weaving her way back to the outside world. Once successfully out, she poked her head back in to make sure Adderpaw was in the process of following, before disappearing completely. Trotting to the center of camp, the tortoiseshell warrioress collected herself in a neat sit to await the arrival of all three of her companions for the day. Word Count: ~540 words Tags: Taxx Fawn Notes: Territory Thread
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Post by Taxx on Aug 15, 2018 17:00:14 GMT -5
Adderpaw "I see things no one else sees." Adderpaw woke in a split second at the touch on her shoulder, lids peeling back to reveal bright green eyes that stared back into Silentsong's own, taking in the sweep of her tail and the nod of her head toward the den entrance. Then the mute warrior was easing her way back into the camp. Adderpaw knew she'd be expected to follow; did her mentor expect her to be bright-eyed and eager to begin her training? Well she was going to be disappointed, if so. But she did rouse, if slowly, with a long stretch and a huge yawn.
A quicker grooming followed, flicking bits of grass and moss from her fur, before padding toward the entrance and easing through it, her gaze on Silentsong where she sat in the middle of the camp. Padding over to her mentor, Adderpaw greeted her with a slight nod and then glanced around the camp, lingering briefly on the nursery where she had recently spent all her nights. Mockingbird had returned to the warriors' den with Magpiewing in the wake of her kits becoming apprentices, and Adderpaw wondered if she'd have another litter- later on in the future.
The younger she-cat didn't look back at Silentsong, merely keeping half her attention on her mentor while her thoughts flicked to the older once more. Their previous training sessions had given her only rudimentary knowledge in hunting and fighting, and more often than not, they included Zephyrfang, who acted as his mate's voice so that her signals weren't misunderstood. Which wouldn't be necessary if the tom were her mentor, but of course, Lionstar had had his say and his Clan obeyed- the majority blindly.
More than likely, they were waiting for Zephyrfang again today, and Adderpaw turned her head to blink over her shoulder, watching the mouth of the warriors' den for the large brown tabby tom. If she was going to have to go along with this (and more than once she had strongly considered ways to get out of it, only to give in because it was just easier to go along with it) then the least they could do was get going so she'd have time later to do what she wanted to do.
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Post by Fawn on Sept 4, 2018 18:58:07 GMT -5
 67 Moons, Warrior of TreeClan Silentsong was probably the only cat in the entire Clan that could get away with flopping on him like a dead bird dropping out of the sky. Even his two sons would've gotten a retaliatory cuff around the ears and a grinned promise of payback - but not her. Zephyrfang grunted, the noise close to a chuckle as his mate did her best to wake him up.
"I like the mornings when you purr and nuzzle me, better." He griped, and gave her tail a playful swat as she left the den to wake her apprentice. About damn time she got one. Silentsong was every bit the warrior he was, and a communication problem was a weak cat's excuse for not giving his mate an apprentice of her own; she was stronger than she looked, and braver than anyone realized.
And, best of all, she wasn't alone. He would've helped her with or without Lionstar's permission. Not even some kind of last-second rule about it would stop him.
Notorious for playing by his own rules, it wasn't that Zephyrfang had mellowed over recent moons. Rather, he had found a comfortable place and made a family he loved with the she-cat he loved; he didn't have any reason to act out. But he was far from 'fully domesticated'. Stretching near the den entrance, muscular tabby body blocking the light, Zephyrfang unsheathed his claws, feeling the bark prickle beneath them as he hopped down out of the camp log.
The camp log was big enough for several cats to sit inside of it and talk comfortably, but he didn't care much for that. He wanted to feel the sunshine on his pelt.
Seeing Adderpaw following his movements, the warrior smirked, and gave the kitten a nudge as he passed.
"Look alive, Adderpaw! I thought you were the fresh kill pile. Thornheart or Finchcloud coming with us?" This question was directed at his mate; he'd heard Thornheart stirring, but that lovable furball hadn't made an appearance yet.
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GaleClan Medicine Cat
INVENTORY
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Dec 22, 2018 7:24:34 GMT -5
67 Moons, Senior Warrior of TreeClan
One by one, her chosen made an appearance. The first to arrive was Adderpaw, fresh from the apprentice den and quiet as ever. It was strange to the mute she-cat, being faced with an individual capable of speech, yet somehow less communicative than she was. Although her smile never faltered, the tortoiseshell warrioress would be lying to herself if she said Adderpaw’s apparent desire to primarily ignore her didn’t hurt. Busying herself with tucking her tail more closely to her paws, Silentsong cast her own gaze off to the warrior’s den in hopes of finding something, or rather, someone else to focus on.
Zephyrfang’s appearance was a breath of fresh air in a smoke-filled sky. Her smile rejuvenated, the mute mentor found herself pushing up out of her seat to greet the tabby tom as he approached. Touching her nose to his chest as a silent purr rumbled in her chest, she took the opportunity to breathe in his comforting scent. Moments like these, when doubt pricked at the very corners of her thoughts, Zephyrfang gave her strength. He helped her believe in herself once again. Despite laughing soundlessly at her mate’s joke, she tapped his flank with her tail and frown rather dramatically, a wordless albeit lighthearted scolding.
The combination of distant movement in the mouth of the warrior’s den and Zephyrfang’s question had her snapping back into a more focused mood. With a wave of her tail, she drew Adderpaw closer. Orienting herself so that all might see her, she consciously slowed her motions in hopes of not confusing Adderpaw too much. First, her tail arced above her in a wide circle, sweeping toward each of the gathered cats. Next, the beautiful tortoiseshell hopped from paw to paw, mimicking an enthusiastic trot. As her paws stilled, she dropped her head in a partial bow, before tilting it slightly and deliberately shutting her eyes. As she held the pose, her tail kinked from where it was held above her back. After a moment, she opened them again, and swept her right paw in a diagonal line from left to right.
From behind the two other cats, another large tabby tom padded up bleary-eyed with sleep. Jaws parting in a comfortable yawn, he made a sound of intrigue before fixing Adderpaw with his warm amber gaze. Cracking a wide smile, he rasped in a voice still thick with sleep. “Either we’re patrollin’ the NightClan border, or a horde of squirrels invaded the NightClan border. I’m bettin’ on the former, what aboutchu, Adderpaw?” He offered, earning himself a playfully indignant double tap of his mother’s forepaw.
Turning his smiling face to Silentsong, he swished his tail behind him slowly. “Ya know I love ya, Ma.” He purred, and despite her exaggerated eyeroll, he could see the smile in Silentsong’s hazel-green eyes. With a wave of her tail, she signalled for them to follow. Thornheart waited for Zephyrfang to fall into step with his mate, hanging back to catch a brief moment with Adderpaw. “She’s got a lot to say, if ya know what to look for. Don’t discount ‘er just ‘cause she doesn’t talk like me or you. If ya can’t read your own Clanmates, you’ll never read your enemies. Give ‘er a chance, eh?” With his piece said, the young warrior grinned and put his long legs to use, closing some of the distance between himself and the patrol heads. Word Count: ~574 words Tags: Taxx Fawn Notes: Pardon the delay!
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Post by Taxx on Dec 27, 2018 16:39:45 GMT -5
Adderpaw "I see things no one else sees." Quietly Adderpaw waited; silently she watched as Zephyrfang padded from the warriors' den to greet his mate, who returned the affection warmly. Close behind them, Thornheart emerged, still shaking off sleep. Adderpaw's gaze flicked from him back to Silentsong, who had begun a series of motions that left Adderpaw completely at a loss.
The apprentice stared at her mentor, wondering if Silentsong spared a moment to think of what her Clanmates thought about her hopping around like she had ants in her pelt; why didn't she just let Zephyrfang speak for her? It was stranger to realize that Thornheart had understood clearly what she had been trying to relay to them- but then, Adderpaw remembered, he would have had good practice at it, having dealt with his mother's inability to speak since his birth. Is Finchcloud as skilled? she wondered, resolving to try to catch the two at some point to find out.
Patrolling the NightClan border. Great. Green eyes turning to Thornheart, Adderpaw tipped her head back to lock her gaze on his. She held her silence for a moment longer and then dipped her head in a nod. “Magpiewing says I’m good at reading cats,” she replied. “He says I’m just like he was at my age.” She added a bright smile at the end of the sentence, the very picture of innocence, when she knew what meaning such a statement really was. Not something necessarily good, or bad- just a comparison that she was happy to have, a connection to the tom who had so few of them.
Rising then, the tortoiseshell apprentice headed after her mentor and Zephyrfang, tail up and trotting along like any apprentice excited to be heading out of camp. She caught up to the warriors quickly and turned to blink up at her mentor. “What if we meet NightClan cats?” she asked, stretching her eyes wide as if thrilled at the thought of a possible confrontation. “Will we fight?” |
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Post by Fawn on Jan 8, 2019 21:37:39 GMT -5
67 Moons, Warrior of TreeClan Zephyrfang chuckled, a purr rumbling from his throat at Silentsong's antics. The feathery plume of a tail, her delicate motions, and the animated way in which she communicated only made him love her even more. Not that it was possible. Zephyrfang wasn't sure he could get any more passionately enamored with his mate if he tried. When you'd reached the top of the tallest tree, there was nowhere else to go.
"You know, Song," Zephyrfang drew level with his mate, letting their pelts brush as they walked in perfect step. "Closing your eyes for NightClan only makes it look like nighttime for you." The tawny warrior grinned. "If Thornheart hadn't suggested the squirrels," Zephyrfang lowered his voice to a teasing purr, nuzzling near her ear. "I'd thought you wanted a game of hide-and-seek."
Obviously anyone with half a brain could tell what Silentsong had been trying to convey to Adderpaw. Apprentices didn't have much brains to start with, but the observant kit following them would have plenty of opportunities to prove she could catch on to her mentor's unique way of communicating. If not, then... Maybe Lionstar should've given Silentsong a better apprentice?
Despite his staunch loyalty to her, Zephyrfang couldn't resist the mischief in his eyes. He was hardly an old cat, but he felt the moons whicking off him like water from a turtle's shell; though his step was solid and his pace steady, there was a glint in his eyes that was seldom seen when she wasn't around.
It was a shame Finchcloud couldn't join their little patrol. Then the whole family would be together, and Zephyrfang's good mood would know no bounds.
Just as he was beginning to wonder what Silentsong would do to symbolize the LightningClan border, Adderpaw spoke up, her voice high and kittenish to his ears.
"Why wouldn't we?" said Zephyrfang without a moment's hesitation. "If they cross the border, they cross the border." That was how he dealt with instances of insolence from their neighbors. A good fight was a very strong dose of realism that Zephyrfang felt a lot of apprentices' training lacked. They usually didn't get a real fight until they were into their warrior moons.
But that was too late, in Zephyrfang's opinion. He had learned to survive and to thrive at the School of Hard Knocks. And that school of thought didn't teach through a bunch of rules or hypotheticals.
A tawny ear rotated to the beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat at his side, and Zephyrfang flashed a smirk.
"After we give them a chance to get their tails back over the border, of course. Fair is fair." He mewed, in a tone that suggested he would be far less fair if Silentsong's presence didn't mellow him out. |
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