Please take the time to read through our Newleaf Announcement for how our five Clans will be merging into three, led by our current active leaders (Silverstar, Owlstar, and Clovermask/star).
We also have a territory contest where we're challenging members to come up with what the Clans' territories will look like after disaster strikes! Prey and badges are among the rewards for participating!
Happy New Year! After the tumultuous year 2020 brought us, staff have decided to extend the December hiatus into January!
High ranks are not required to meet their usual post quota, and you are still free to roleplay, but things may be a little slower around the site!
Staff are recovering from the year as well, so please be patient with us, as it may take some time for us to accept applications and update things. Let's make 2021 a great year for Fate!
** Special Note: Another predator will be spotted in the valley in the coming days. Keep an eye out for the next batch of the Tooth & Claw event!
Her heart beat against her chest a tad faster than normal as she shuffled about the Medicine den. She maneuvered around Dewfrost with small but quick steps, looking subtly frantic as she looked for specific herbs. Being a Medicine Cat, it was to be expected that sooner or later you would have to deal with rather unfortunate circumstances that could get dire at times. Though, she hadn’t thought she would be dealing with something like this as soon into her training.
Poisoned fish. Things were already difficult enough during the cold seasons in terms of fishing, but being unable to trust any fish, even if you did manage to catch it? It was definitely a concern. Fish were their main source of prey, and while they didn’t have the inability to hunt for prey that roamed on land, it was still a large cut in their food supply.
Only to make things worse, many cats had fallen ill due to eating the fish, leaving Dewfrost and Rustpaw constantly on their paws. It was one thing when cats you didn’t see or talk to very often got sick, but this was different.
“Uhh...I….which...” Amber eyes looked wide at the herbs in front of her, unsure of what to grab. Some of these herbs she hadn’t learned about yet, leaving her dazed and confused.
“Riverpaw?” Dewfrost only spoke the one name, voice flecked with a mixture of questioning and confirmation. Her mentor knew that of all the cats who had arrived to the den, sickly and seeking care, the red she-cat had been eyeing the somewhat younger tom.
When Rustpaw had first become an Apprentice, a Warrior Apprentice, she had been relatively good friends with Riverkit, but after her ceremony a large majority of her time was spent with Poppypaw. It was only after Riverkit had taken part in his own ceremony three moons later that she got the chance to become closer friends with him. But it didn’t last long, for within that same moon, she was chosen by Dewfrost to be her Apprentice. Even though she had moved her nest to the Medicine Cat den and spent most of her time with her new mentor, she didn’t neglect spending time with her friends. She adored her fellow Apprentices, particularly Poppypaw and Riverpaw. But she never thought she would be one of the ones assisting them if and when they got sick or hurt.
Dewfrost was silent for a moment, seeing the worry in Rustpaw’s eyes. The white and brown she-cat then turned away, shifting through the collection of herbs at their paws. “Borage will reduce his fever. It is to be chewed and eaten.” She pulled forward a somewhat wilted greenish-gray flower, likely from the cold weather, and placed it in front of the small molly. She then moved to the corner of the den’s storage, pushing aside a few branches to reveal berries, surprisingly still in what she presumed was good condition. “Juniper berries will help with the vomiting and will calm him. They are to be eaten as well.”
Gently lifting the flowers and berries in her jaws, she nodded to Dewfrost and turned quickly, trotting to the other half of the den where nests were lined. As she crossed through the den, her small paws beneath her stumbled, but unlike other times when this happened, she not only caught herself, but almost didn’t notice. She was more focused on one of the many nests that lined the den walls, in which a blue-gray figure laid.
As she approached, her steps slowed and her ears lowered slightly, eyes wide and tilted with worry.
“W...Wiverhaw?” Her voice was quiet, though still held her signature higher-pitched tone, muffled only by her jaws remaining careful not to crush the flower or the berries within them. She leaned her head down, very lightly nudging the blue tom with her red nose.
if i could begin to be half of what you think of me i could do about anything
6 moons // rainclan // apprentice
t was the coldest day that had dawned all season. The drooping willows that lined the snow-covered banks looked miserably, their roots clinging to a frosty, fruitless ground. There was an almost lifeless chill flowing through the entire territory, but that was not the reason Riverpaw found himself shuddering in a damp nest. In fact, he barely even felt a lick of cold. His paw pads were drenched with sweat, and the nest around him was so uncomfortably hot that he found himself feebly nudging the moss away. The stench of vomit hung heavy in the air, but he didn’t fully remember if the vomit was from him or from another sick cat. The medicine den smelled tangy, like desperation. Desperation to not be sick. He gasped as another clenching pain dug its teeth into his stomach, and he barely managed to poke his head over the edge of the nest before he heaved up the contents of his belly. Which… was mostly just water. Riverpaw hadn’t eaten much, not being able to keep anything down. At this stage, he didn’t even have the will to feel embarrassed for making a mess so near his nest, in front of several other cats.
“W… Wiverhaw?” A nose nudged his side. He hadn’t even really seen her come over. He blinked at her blearily, blue eyes unfocused. It felt like he was in some kind of dream. Her face came somewhat into focus. “Hi.” He meowed faintly, then groaned when he realised that Rustpaw was holding some kind of weird flower in her mouth. “Y… you’re not gonna make me eat that, are you?” He complained feverishly, a childish tone entering his voice. It wasn’t clear if he was trying to joke or if he was feeling too miserable even for humour.
Rustpaw was a good, and pretty (especially important) friend. She was sweet, and though he was always a bit mad at her for deciding to become a medicine cat apprentice… well, he still thought she was pretty great. Despite all this, he couldn’t help sounding a little bit grumpy. The fact that her being the one to look after him didn't seem to cheer him up much just spoke to just how miserable he really was. He just wanted to get better without having to force random plants into his system. And he didn’t want to talk to anybody, he didn’t want to do much more than just lie there in a sweaty, achy, uncomfortable lump until the world went away. “I just wanna sleep.” He closed his eyes, wishing everything didn’t feel so hot. Wishing his stomach pain would just stop, without him having to eat some random, disgusting plant. Why did he have to eat that stupid fish? He was never going to eat fish again, RainClan or not. He’d eat slugs from then on. Yes, slugs...