ECHOSHOCK"The Oracle"
JUSTICE: REVERSED II 7 OF SPADES
CW: Dissociation
Well, something interesting was finally happening. It seems that young Elkpaw was injured. Well, The Oracle wanted nothing to do with it. The bengal turned around to head into the warrior's den when he heard Echoshock's name called. He groaned. Echoshock may had willingly helped, but The Oracle didn't give a damn if a kid hurt himself. Alas, if he didn't heed Springlight's call, they would probably be confused to why lil ol' Echoshock didn't wanna help a poor baby. Little do they know, Echoshock is long gone, thought The Oracle. The blue-gray bengal turned around and trotted over to the medicine cat. "Whatddya need, miss?" he chirped happily, forcing his voice to sound like Echoshock's. Ughhhhhhh, why was Echoshock so nice??? I don't give a damn. He thought angrily, forcing a smile on his maw.
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
SALMONSHADE
Salmonshwde heard his name be called and quickly padded over this was unusual he usually wasn’t called on to help but he was happy to he gave a curt nod to Echoshock and orangeblossm
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Vinepaw wishes you well
Specklepaw is the current medicine cat apprentice for Frostclan
Hyenaslash is the current medicine cat for Sunclan he has an open den policy
Bravekit wind this world
until the end + she/her + No purrks
A bored kit was a bad day for whoever ended up being on the short end of the stick. That is what little Bravekit was today, bored and going crazy with the aspect of doing nothing. No way would she be stuck in a stuffy den with other kits who wanted to share prey or talk their heads off! No, she would be out in camp today if rules weren't stopping her she probably would try to go outside of camp too. They might be confined to camp but they sure weren't confined to a den. Yellow eyes narrowed as she pinpointed out which poor soul would be her victim, who cares if they were bigger than her, everyone was fair game! With a yell they jumped and pinned down the cat's tail and went to bite it without holding back.
[ open to whatever poor soul wants their tail chomped on ]
Mallowpaw
76/100
Mallowpaw had been heading to the fresh-kill pile. Her eyes scanned it as she drew closer, trying to see what was on there. She was hoping for a mouse, but Mallowpaw wasn't picky. Soon enough she spotted a couple of mice in the pile, and her mouth started to water as she neared it.
Then a weight slammed her tail on the floor, and she felt sharp teeth sink painfully into it. Drawing in a sharp breath, Mallowpaw tried to pull her tail out of her assailant's grasp before spinning around to face them. Oh. It was a kit. "Uh, hi," she said, grimacing at the pain running up her tail.
Hollyheart laid around lazily in the clearing, wondering what she should do. She was bored. Hmmmm... She thought Maybe I could see if anyone wants to go battle train for absolutely no reason whatsoever She sighed. Getting up, she walked over to Almondtuft (also owned by me) and asked "Do wanna battle train for absolutely no reason?" Almondtuft was confused. "Why would we train if its a time of peace? River clan is gone!" He responded. Catfishpaw (again, owned by me), over heard the conversation. She wanted to join them, but she'd have to ask her mentor ( Forestivy) first.
OPEN FOR ANYONE WANTING TO JOIN. RP YOUR CAT WALKING UP TO HOLLYHEART AND ASKING HER.
KITS MAY NOT JOIN, BUT APPRENTICES MAY IF THEY HAVE PERMISSION FROM THEIR MENTOR.
Bravekit wind this world
until the end + she/her + No purrks
Bravekit had decided that today being stuck in the nursery was for losers and in no way was she a loser. She was a thrill seeker, she aimed to make her days as wild as she was like her mom called her, a troublemaker is what she was called by adults. The feline couldn't care if she was seen as those titles, all she cared about was finding the fun in life, to pushing her limits. Today she has decided that she would see how far she could leap, she wanted to make bounds when she was finally an apprentice. Make herself known as the cat who can make some distance with a single leap! For what seemed like hours she was bouncing all over the clearing, making herself look like a frog. The two-moon-old was getting frustrated with this, she was getting nowhere and quickly. Bright sun-colored yellow eyes moved around to take in her surroundings and she took note of the dens that others slept in, especially the nursery. If he climbed that then she could probably leap even higher than she was before! Bravekit scanned the clearing to see who would be her assistant in her stunt, she needed help climbing up the den wall to reach the top.
"You! You shall help me with my short giving!" pity to this cat for being her stepping stool, but she had to have a way to reach the highest point.
Bravekit wind this world
until the end + she/her + No purrks
Bravekit had decided that today being stuck in the nursery was for losers and in no way was she a loser. She was a thrill seeker, she aimed to make her days as wild as she was like her mom called her, a troublemaker is what she was called by adults. The feline couldn't care if she was seen as those titles, all she cared about was finding the fun in life, to pushing her limits. Today she has decided that she would see how far she could leap, she wanted to make bounds when she was finally an apprentice. Make herself known as the cat who can make some distance with a single leap! For what seemed like hours she was bouncing all over the clearing, making herself look like a frog. The two-moon-old was getting frustrated with this, she was getting nowhere and quickly. Bright sun-colored yellow eyes moved around to take in her surroundings and she took note of the dens that others slept in, especially the nursery. If he climbed that then she could probably leap even higher than she was before! Bravekit scanned the clearing to see who would be her assistant in her stunt, she needed help climbing up the den wall to reach the top.
"You! You shall help me with my short giving!" pity to this cat for being her stepping stool, but she had to have a way to reach the highest point.
COTTONKIT a fluffy, white kit with a bobtail and light brown 'freckles'
Cottonkit had wandered out of the nursery on this fine day. Wide, curious blue-green eyes dilated as they adjusted to the light that filtered through the grassy outcroppings that lined the camp walls. The kitten took a step over the thin stream that trickled through the camp, past a patch of ferns, and towards a black kit that she believed she recognized. There was no name attached to that face, but she wouldn't shy from learning it.
However, she didn't have to take another step before the kitten took notice of her as well, calling the white kit forwards. Why? She wondered. Wordlessly, she trotted forwards, tail curling straight up behind her. "Help you with your short huh now?" The girl purred, tilting her head confusedly. Big words were not Cottonkits' forte, but she was still interested in helping! Yes, she could certainly be of use. Be of use for what, though?
As any other day, Hollowkit watched the camp go about their business through narrowed titanite eyes. It all seemed so... boring, so doable and yet there were always those that complained about their tasks. Hollow bets, that if he were able to, he's be the strongest asset to ThunderClan to date. Hell, he bets that he could even run the clan better than Bumblestar!!
Huffing in frustration, the brown tabby kneads the ground impatiently.
[ack sorry it's so short >o<;; ]
[ raggedear !! - @JellyCat ]
Perhaps he was growing complacent these days. A dishonorable trait that his grandmother surely would have sternly smacked out of him, however the matriarch of his bloodline seemed lost in recent days. Where she was, he hadn't the faintest idea, but it seemed his distraction from his progeny had come with a cost.
Amber eyes snapped to the camp entrance as Redhawk's hiccupping hollers and his mate's broken voice sounded out across the clearing while calling for healers. Abruptly shoving himself up to his feet, the large tom bolted out to the commotion before skidding to a halt half a tail-length away from Springlight as she called for an emergency herb patrol. He didn't register a word she said, gaze locked onto the bloodied form of his son (stars above, that was HIS SON) on the silver back of his star.
Shadowclan... Shadowclan had done this to a child not yet ready for the brutality of the forest. For a crime no worse than ignorance, they mutilated his son and left him for DEAD.
Rage blossomed in his chest, filling every crevice of his being with a destructive energy that threatened to explode at the slightest misstep. It took every ounce of willpower that he possessed not to run straight to their border and tear each of their warriors apart piece by piece until he found the perpetrator.
"What stars-damned rogue... laid their claws on my child," he finally growled, voice low as he finally ripped his gaze away from Elkpaw to stare down Redhawk with a fire that smoldered just a little too hot behind his eyes. "Give me a name. A description. Anything."
His dove could comfort their son and assist Springlight in the medicine den. He would avenge this crime, and drag the perpetrators to the Dark Forest in pieces.
HE SAID THAT IN THE END IT IS BEAUTY
THAT IS GOING TO SAVE THE WORLD
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PEACHKIT . 2 MOONS . HE/HIM . THUNDERCLAN
"Hhhhup—!" Oh, no. No, that wouldn't do at all.
"Pt-pt...blech!"
Peachkit stands up dizzy, shaking his head and spitting out sand and grit. His chin smarts, just a bit, where he landed on it gracelessly and skidded like a fawn on ice. Stupid slippery grass. Stupid mouse, tripping him up like that. Stupid, stupid. He rounds on his target, a limp mouse pulled from the freshkill pile that he's sure he'll have to eat eventually—or else this is all a waste—and, yeah, yeah, totally, he'll get to that, he just.
He just.
He needs practice. Of some sort. Right? Yeah. Warriors and apprentices practice all the time and he's practically already at his sixth moon (Peachkit is still a little dummy who doesn't understand the passage of time, shocker of shocks), so it's high time he stop wasting his time doing kit stuff all day and start getting serious. Right?? Right.
Only, his chin and his neck really do ache now. And it's starting to feel like one of those ouchies that only a nice hero story and a fond lick between the ears can fix. Ugh! Focus. Peachkit sniffs loudly and gives the poor mouse he's toying with a stern thwack on the nose. Maybe he should have just asked his father to put in a good word and get him in with one of those warriors who taught in the kit corner from time to time. That always looks fun, and he's sure they're learning some good stuff. It's just that Peachkit sorta had his heart set on being extra brave and in-de-pen-dent and just somehow figuring out everything all by himself. He sees the flaw in that approach now. He's also, figuratively, squeezing his eyes shut real hard. Covering his ears, too. Lalala I can't hear you...
Peachkit plops down in the grass with a huff. The mouse doesn't look very appetizing anymore but he'd probably get in trouble for trying to sneak played-with prey back onto the pile, so he takes a deep breath and starts painstakingly chowing down. Whatever. Kits who eat all their food like they're supposed to grow up big and strong, says everyone, so this is for the best. That thought's almost enough to convince him that he wouldn't prefer milk, instead, right now.
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