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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Jul 2, 2020 19:15:10 GMT -5
Owlmind LightningClan || 78 Moons || Deputy
The rain from the previous night left the grounds damp and somewhat soggy but nothing like the torrential storms that broke through the valley during early Newleaf or late Leaf-fall days. However, the dip in weather and pressure within the air caused that old wound in the deputy's shoulder to flare and ache more than normal.
She was stiff, rising from her warm nest within the middle of the Warrior's Den that morning. It seemed her age was quickly starting to catch up to her, though the stubborn feline refused to acknowledge the fact that her body was slowly losing the steam that drove her day to day, moon to moon. The general like molly had long ago decided that she'd rather work herself into the ground rather than retire to the elder's den.
Not that she had any problems with those who had retired and let the clan care for them within their final moons, in fact Owlmind appreciated their lifelong dedication and the knowledge they willing shared due to their moons of wisdom and experience. The gray she-cat could just not bring herself to lay back and let others do what she was more than capable of doing herself.
She hardly was able to sit within the nursery during the early moons of her now grown kits.
With a flicker of her long tail, the lank feline dished out duties and patrols for the day, including those of tunnel runners, border watchers and hunting parties while others moved to part with those among her Council to hone and practice specific skills. Lightningclan was thriving, and Owlmind couldn't be prouder of how much the clan had bloomed and blossomed beneath not only her watchful gaze but also that of her brother and leader, Redstar.
Turning her silvering muzzle towards the remaining stragglers among hr clanmates, Owlmind brought herself to her nimble paws while ignoring the slight strain within her shoulder. Logically, the aging molly knew she needed to visit Kindleflare but for now, she'd push through the pain and continue on with her duties. The aging healer had enough to deal with, especially after the recent and abrupt loss of her former apprentice, Tigereye.
"Cloudthroat, Crowface." The sharp and proper rasp of Owlmind rang out as the two similarly aged warriors shifted from opposite sides of the camp. It would be interesting bringing them along with her, and though she valued both of their thoughts and loyalty they were completely different in nature and temperament. One was calm and collected, one was headstrong and brash.
Flickering a large ear, the deputy searched for one more set of paws to join with her. They'd be traveling the border against the mountainous side of the Valley wall and with the recent attack from the monstrous cat known as Demon, four cats would be wiser than just three. The memory of blood, fur tufts and the scents of Lynxfire and her brother flooded back to the elder she-cat, causing a small flicker of her tail tip.
Young lives, lost far too soon to the viciousness of the world.
"Thunderheart, if you would." Owlmind called out, wide amber pools catching sight of the laxidasical tomcat who often attempted to sneak off to avoid duties. He was, once again, making his way towards the exit of camp to slip away though this time was unlucky, nor was Owlmind willing to let him completely waste away his young moons.
She gave him lots of leeway, having watched him grow up within the clan his whole life. There was no point in pushing or pleading with him, and she hoped that in time he would figure out his own path among those of the moorlands. That didn't mean she didn't require his presence on occasions, he still had certain duties needed to perform.
"And Brightpaw, you can come too." The deputy finished listing off cats as the gray pelted warrioress made her way forwards to meet with those she called, amber pools glancing over at the young tomcat sired by Sunnyheart. Her own apprentice was off with Batear and a pawful of other cats to work on their group hunting skills, which was needed when ambushing the tricky hares of the land. Besides, the aging feline quite enjoyed helping all the apprentices with their tasks, as she took a particular interest in their daily duties and going-abouts.
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Post by KARAZHAL on Jul 7, 2020 22:11:10 GMT -5
 Unusual for the she-cat, Crowface could be found lounging in camp today, laying on a bed flattened out from its surroundings and chewing a stone out from between her pawpads. At Owlmind's call, the beaky wedge-shaped nose of the black Oriental shifted slowly her way. Crowface flashed a squint at Cloudthroat, the other cat Owlmind had called out, but with a pronounced stretch of back and claws, Crowface slinked over without a fuss. Although the she-cat could be acidic, she never outright mutinied against an assignment, for she prefered to be out and about.
"Is this a patrol?" she remarked, but instead of responding, Owlmind plucked another soul from LightningClan, and Crowface swung in Thunderheart's direction. "Him?" she said incredulously. That lazy tom? And an apprentice too. Crowface appraised Brightpaw but found nothing about him noteworthy. Perhaps he could prove otherwise on this endeavor. What sort of patrol needed five cats? Crowface's expression turned so hopeful that her jagged teeth peered out with her smile. Her green eyes bored into Owlmind, hoping this was about blood-letting revenge for Tigereye. |
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Post by Katara on Jul 11, 2020 20:30:01 GMT -5
AND THE MEMORIES WE'VE MADE WILL NEVER BE LOST
BUT THE WIND, YES THE WIND KEEPS HOWLING Brightpaw lightningclan apprentice / tom / 9 moons A pink tongue whisked around the muzzle of the young tabby-and-tortoiseshell tom as he finished off the last of the field mouse he'd plucked from the pile this morning. A mental count ticked in his head, a reminder that would last all day long that he'd have to catch something for the Clan to replace the mouse he'd eaten. In his three moons as an apprentice so far, he'd always managed to keep the score even, and felt he wouldn't be able to fall asleep properly if he didn't; just the thought of it made his pads itch. He washed his paws as he lay in front of the apprentices' den, ears pricked as Owlmind send out patrols. This had been his morning ritual for awhile now. When Thistletongue didn't tell him what they were doing the next day, he made sure he got up early enough to have breakfast and listen to Owlmind's orders, in case she had other plans for his mentor for the day. But this morning, it wasn't his mentor the deputy had other plans for - it was him.
And Brightpaw, you can come too. Brightpaw sat up sharply, excitement racing through him. What an honor! He was to join a patrol with the Clan deputy, and three of the Clan's most remarkable warriors? Brightpaw tried to look as dignified as possible as he got to his paws and made his way over to the gathering patrol. Crowface was first to ask whether or not this was a patrol, and it occurred to the apprentice that a patrol was what he'd automatically assumed. His eyes gleamed with barely suppressed excitement. Could this possible be something more than a patrol? He looked at Owlmind eagerly, but her expression revealed nothing; surely she would explain once the other two joined them. He missed Crowface's initial skeptical look at him, instead glancing her way and seeing her face held what he thought must be the same hopeful excitement he felt now. His golden eyes grew huge as they whipped back to the deputy, and he asked in a hushed tone that barely concealed his elation, "Is this a mission?" I put in the pictures, you put in the time
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Post by Phoenix on Jul 12, 2020 15:17:33 GMT -5
THUNDERHEART warrior of lightningclan  Habit had his steps gravitating toward the elder's den before his mind kicked in and reminded him that no one was waiting there for him anymore. No, his loved ones may have been scattered across the stars and the moorlands, but the one place he knew they were not was the elder's den. Jaw clenched against the sudden swell of emotion that had his throat tightening, he pointedly turned away and redirected his steps toward the exit of camp. Windspirit was safe with her kits and their mother in the nursery, and Mudpelt was off doing whatever boring warriors did at this time of day. But Thunderheart? He had to escape the confines of camp and the boundaries of LightningClan territory. He had a scream perched on the tip of his tongue, one that had been quietly building ever since - ever since - well, it was easier to run off the restlessness than it was to - to do anything else, really.
"Thunderheart, if you would."
The sound of his name broke through the haze that had settled over his mind, and only the belated recognition of that voice had him pausing in his purposeful stride toward freedom. Yellow eyes staring daggers at the camp exit, he could feel his lip curling in annoyance as he considered simply ignoring the summons. It would hardly be the first time he had feigned deafness - though the past victims of his particular brand of selective hearing did not include the deputy of the clan. Foxdung. Steeling himself with a deep breath, he forced his expression into something more neutral than the faint sneer he currently wore and turned around to see Owlmind with Crowface and Brightpaw by her side. As he caught Cloudthroat heading in their direction, his enthusiasm for whatever this was - presumably a patrol of some kind - shrank to subatomic levels, and he wished suddenly that he had never acknowledged the deputy's call.
He arrived just in time to catch Crowface's incredulous remark, and very briefly, his indignation spiked. Tail tip flicking, he narrowed his eyes at her - Hey, it's not as if I'm thrilled about this either - before turning his cool gaze toward Owlmind. "She has a point," He said, not quite knowing how to deal with an apprentice whose enthusiasm for the task was matched only by his own lack of it and therefore deciding to make the problem go away by pretending it never existed in the first place. Much like he should have done the second Owlmind had called his name. "You have two perfectly good warriors, plus yourself, plus--" he glanced down at Brightpaw, suddenly feeling very tired compared to the younger tom "--an apprentice. You don't need me here."
And, quite frankly, I don't want to be here, so let's just make us all happy and pretend I never was, yeah?
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Post by Fawn on Jul 15, 2020 23:23:58 GMT -5
[googlefont=Playfair Display SC] Cloudthroat senior warrior of lightningclan The clouds passed overhead, and for a moment, he felt as if each soft exhale pushed them further across the moorlands. Owlmind's summons rang out, a discordant note that broke free of the dull buzzing hum of Clan activity to demand his attention. Green eyes flicked open, the stillness of body and mind slowly dissipating like lowlying fog under the sharp sun of everyday duties.
Cloudthroat felt no animosity for the interruption; the act of meditating was to bring a calmness to his mind, and after the cold sentry duty of being a camp guard, he had chosen to linger on the outskirts, willing himself to focus inward now that he need not pay so much attention outward.
Without a word, Cloudthroat shifted from his position, acknowledging the other names Owlmind rattled off with a minor flicking ear, distaste crossing the broad expanse of consciousness before he brushed it aside. Or tried to. Crowface was a crass irritant, but one that was easy to ignore provided she was unprovoked. Thunderheart, on the other hand - had Gustclaw not been his father, Cloudthroat would have brushed him aside as easily as he did so many minor things.
But the insolent tom held his attention, and Cloudthroat kept it there, even as Thunderheart's obvious reticence contrasted Brightpaw's refreshing eagerness so heavily.
"You have two perfectly good warriors, plus yourself, plus an apprentice. You don't need me here."
"Three perfectly good warriors will cover more ground. If your ceremony was an act of mercy on Redstar's behalf and you cannot count yourself as a warrior," Cloudthroat's gaze made a slow sweep over to Owlmind. "Then I can suggest another to take Thunderheart's place." With an unbroken baritone, Cloudthroat ushered his challenge, prepared, it seemed, to be unperturbed by either outcome.
Thunderheart would either bristle at the obvious belittlement, or he would see it as an out, and continue to disappoint everyone who held a place for him in their hearts. Cloudthroat was no such cat, but he watched, enigmatic, for whatever display came next.
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Aug 23, 2020 17:17:07 GMT -5
Owlmind LightningClan || 78 Moons || Deputy
"Enough!"
It was a quick word but sharp in tone as it rasped from the throat of the aging she-cat. Wide, amber pools blazed with an unnamed emotion as she stared down each of the cats surrounding her, long tail flickering behind her like a skinny, dilute snake. She was disappointed in the remarks made by the older warriors as Crowface and Cloudthroat moved in towards Thunderheart like a pair of hungry raptors.
"You are all apart of Lightningclan and you better start acting like it. We just lost several of our clanmates this season and if we are going to investigate the border in which Demon was scented then I need you all to work together." Her tone continued in a mildly terse sense as she let that blazing, unreadable gaze of hers slowly crawl over each of the cats before her. Starclan forbid that Brightpaw was the only feline acting in a mildly mature manner, and the tabby-tortoiseshell was a young apprentice.
The lanky elder figured that she'd have to deal with the attitude from young Thunderheart, he was still learning who to be under his own name and not the shadow of his long lost father.
Owlmind was well aware of the fact that not every cat within any clan was going to always get along, nor did she expect it but when she called a group together... "If you can not work as a unit, as a clan then perhaps one of you would like to join Brightpaw in apprentice duties after we are done?" Her tone was lingering on testing her patience as she narrowed her gaze before once again flickering her tail in a dismissive fashion to move onto a different topic.
"We are looking for signs that Demon is hunting closer and closer to our territory. For now, I do not wish for an exchange between us and him." Owlmind turned her attention towards Crowface for a moment, all to aware of how eager she was to jump at the monster cat that lived within the mountainous walls of the Valley. She then slowly looked towards the youngest of the group, the mental image of Lynxfire and Tigereye wriggling within her head.
Soon, once they were ready, Lightningclan would avenge the loss of lives taken too soon.
"Once we've checked everything out then I'll take you hunting." Owlmind singularly spoke to Brightpaw, well aware that the young tom was more than willing to replace the meal he had eaten earlier. The old she-cat was excellent as keeping an eye on the youngsters of the clan, taking note in all their personality quirks as well as training specialties.
Twitching an ear, the lanky gray she-cat moved through the throng of gathered felines to head towards the direction of the camp entrance where the rolling hills of the moorlands stretched out beneath the rising sun. Her shoulder felt tight for a moment but with each easy paw-step it seemed to ease the dull ache out... for now.
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Post by KARAZHAL on Sept 2, 2020 20:41:52 GMT -5
Crowface's rat tail quivered as her eyes met Thunderheart's, not bothering to hide how unimpressed she was with this whole thing. In fact, the tom would better serve as bait. Her expression twisted almost maliciously at this realization, and suddenly she could forgive Owlmind for bringing him... as long as he didn't hold the party back or dip out at the slightest inconvenience. "I'm sure we can make up a use for you," she purred dangerously, lifting up her paw to chew away a claw casing that was annoyingly hanging on. This one, on the other hand... Dramatically, Crowface's acid-green eyes rolled in the direction of Cloudthroat, whose loquaciousness was present before he was.
In full view of Brightpaw, Crowface prowled until she was slightly behind the tom and assumed a haughty pose behind Cloudthroat, stroking the imaginary thick fur flowing down her chest and wobbling her head side to side in a mocking gesture of the senior warrior blabbering his smoke.
"Enough!
The word cut sharply through the air like a claw, and Crowface swayed sideways to give Owlmind her attention. She tsk'd, having enough of her fun mocking Cloudthroat, and so she slunk back over to where she'd been, bones jutting out from her skinny frame as she sat down. She was surprised that Owlmind would pick this lot when it came to hunting Demon, so she knew it wasn't for their cohesiveness but rather for their individual skills. Crowface briefly glanced at Brightpaw. "You do know who that is, yes?" she grunted, referring to the titanic cat with a short tail that devoured anything it encountered. She knew his mentor was Thistletongue, and surprisingly that young she-cat wasn't privy to this patrol alongside her excited apprentice. Like Brightpaw, Crowface had an extensive amount of energy herself and the tom's bounciness did not annoy her in the slightest. She was only concerned with whether he could keep up or drag them down, same as with Thunderheart.
She pointedly looked away as Owlmind eyed her in concert with her "I do not wish for an exchange" remark. She leapt to her feet as if she'd sat on hot prairie ashes and followed Owlmind close as a hunting dog, loping on sure and eager feet. The sleek black she-cat's fur was unbroken except for the jagged lightning-shaped scars that cut across the bridge of her wedge-like snout. As much as Owlmind didn't want a battle, Crowface craved it like a cat dying of thirst. More than anything she wanted that lynx dead under her claws and his kits too. |
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Post by Katara on Sept 17, 2020 20:58:42 GMT -5
AND THE MEMORIES WE'VE MADE WILL NEVER BE LOST
BUT THE WIND, YES THE WIND KEEPS HOWLING Brightpaw lightningclan apprentice / tom / 9 moons It was with curiosity that Brightpaw watched the interactions of the warriors around him, surprised all their interactions weren't quite as friendly as he might've expected them to be. He felt like he was on pretty good terms with all of his den-mates, so he imagined he'd get along really well with the warriors when he became one too. When you were sleeping in the same den, you kind of had to be friends, right? Apparently not, he thought, as he observed the frostiness exchanged between a couple of them.
Still, their reactions didn't dampen his excitement for whatever lay ahead of them. When he caught sight of Crowface, prowling around until she was behind Cloudthroat, he couldn't help making a snort of laughter as she exaggeratedly mimed his actions. It was laughter he quickly stifled as Owlmind suddenly snapped out at all of them, "Enough!" Shame rushed through him, though he'd done nothing wrong except laugh at Crowface's actions. When his deputy's eyes swept over them one-by-one, though, she seemed to soften when she looked at him, though he couldn't imagine why. The thought was quickly cast out of his head when he learned what they were doing.
Wow! They were going to investigate sightings of Demon? At just the mention of the danger that threatened all the Clans in the valley, Brightpaw felt a thrill of fear go through him, though tinged with elation that he'd been chosen to go on this patrol. Owlmind must've been impressed by him, right? He'd known he was doing okay, but was he really doing that well? Forgetting entirely now the looming danger of Demon, he could feel nothing but anticipation for them to be on their way. "You do know who that is, yes?" He looked to Crowface, his ears twitching as heat flooded him. "Of course I do! I've... I've heard the stories," he admitted, slightly sheepish. To him, they felt like ghost stories or long-lost legends, not a very real threat. The most recent slaughters had happened when he was still in the nursery, and back then he'd been one of the kits to play the 'Kill Demon' game in which one of them (or a warrior, if they were lucky) pretended to be the massive cat, and the other kits threw themselves at him. It felt silly to him now.
"Once we've checked everything out then I'll take you hunting," Owlmind promised him, and Brightpaw's eyes lit up, his mind instantly rushing to the counter in his head, and the need to contribute back to his Clan. "Yes, Owlmind!" he mewed cheerfully.
With that, the gray she-cat led the way out of camp, and Brightpaw followed eagerly, tail high in the air. He was burning with curiosity, and all the cats around him were older than him by quite a bit... could he get away with asking them much? The question didn't linger long in his head before he blurted it out: "Have any of you seen Demon?" He wanted to know just how big he was - did he tower high as a tree like his den-mates claimed? Did he have red, glowing eyes? Did his roar shake the moorland?
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Post by Phoenix on Oct 12, 2020 17:00:47 GMT -5
THUNDERHEART warrior of lightningclan Crowface’s silky purr had him narrowing his eyes in her direction, ears flattening against his head suspiciously as he watched her stalk behind Cloudthroat to mock him, but his attention was soon drawn away from the lanky she-cat by the senior warrior himself. His words, no less effective despite the deep, steady tone in which they were spoken, immediately ignited the helpless anger had been simmering in his chest. “As if you would know anything about counting as a warrior,” Thunderheart spat back, his glare traveling from Crowface to Cloudthroat as he immediately rounded on the other tom with his fur bristling and tail lashing. “Don’t think I don’t see you spending all day asleep at the top of your little hill. At least I—“
”Enough!”
A single word, sharp enough to carve through stone, cut across the striped warrior’s angry retort, and Thunderheart found his jaw clicking shut in surprise as the elderly deputy lost her patience and snapped at them. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen her look quite so disappointed – though he was, naturally, very familiar with milder variations of the same theme – and his expression turned sullen as he looked at Owlmind. While he would never admit it even under the threat of death, the heavy weight of her disapproval rested uncomfortably on his shoulders. Even Crowface seemed to fall back in line, but Thunderheart refused to be so cowed that he didn’t mutter under his breath that he volunteered Cloudthroat and Crowface both for apprentice duties once they were done.
A thrum of anxious anticipation coursed through him at the thought of encountering the massive lynx that haunted the valley, but even mention of that particular beast did not seem to quell the excitement that had the younger cat practically vibrating beside them. Thunderheart himself had never personally encountered the lynx, but he had seen the end result of a meeting between clan cats and larger predators. Torn bodies, shredded fur, barely recognizable under mess of flesh, and oh, so much blood, he had never known how much blood there was even in a small cat like Lightning– his throat tightened and he jolted himself out of his memories, concentrating on putting one paw in front of the other as he fell into step toward the back of the group. An eager question broke through the silence.
“No,” He answered Brightpaw, glancing toward the apprentice. If meeting Demon resulted in more mutilated bodies, he had no desire to face off against the lynx, but he would hardly voice that reservation in front of an audience of Cloudthroat and Crowface, who were both just waiting for him to admit such a weakness. But I heard he likes to eat grouchy old warriors the best, so you’ve got nothing to worry about. These two, however…”
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