Firefly Cove

[Starfall]

Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
@Cinderspirit @furrensic @dino.

Of course. Of course their only Medicine Cat had to be MIA. Was she okay? Was she alright? Those who go missing are never found again. Whether it be due to their own will, or unwillingly he'd noticed. Except those who were to egotistical, far too egotistical. Swallowing their own pride and crawling back to the Clan.

Springlight wasn't like that though. She took pride in her work, something Spiderthroat hadn't seen in moons. Seasons even. For the first time in a long while, the deputy didn't have to stress and worry about the Ranks getting their jobs done. He didn't have to babysit. Didn't have to always watch, listen, worry. It was a breath of fresh air.

Now all of a sudden it's gone. Vanished. She was young, had a life ahead of her. For Godsakes she just became the official Medicine Cat for them. Now all of a sudden she's vanished? He wouldn't put it past RiverClan. Slimy, creepy, awful, no morals idiots. They'd stoop that low and lower. They'd kiss the Dark forest's Tree roots if they could.

Anger and annoyance overcame the tom, maybe it was the stress. Tossing up moss as he hopped onto a tree stump. Tail lashing, ears pinned to his skull. "Nothing. Where could she be. Did she fall in a tunnel? Do those exist in the territory?"

[furrensic]

SUNFLARE
he/him. 28 moons. golden tabby; ginger and white markings; amber eyes, tattered right ear
[ beefed up T1, just a scratch ]

sunflare is always unbelievably optimistic – he manages to see the bright side of every situation. but this - a missing springlight with tattered herbs, strewn feathers and the sickening stench of blood - makes his blood run cold, usual smile wiped clean off his maw. what could've happened? he wonders, amber gaze landing on bumblestar once the leader gives orders.

"got it!" he nods before turning and disappearing into the undergrowth of the meadow. he keeps his jaws parted lightly in hopes he'll catch the medicine cat's scent, eyes searching for any signs of the molly. or, really anything at all. yet, there's nothing. it's like springlight's vanished into thin air or something. after a bit more searching, he decides to turn back, disappointment clear as day on his features.

"no signs of her!" sunflare reports, a frown threatening to show on his maw.

[ @dino. @Cinderspirit @Starfall ]

[dino.]

Dammit. Stars damn it all! Every hair on Bumblestar's body stood on end as she scoured the clearing alongside her Clanmates. They found nothing. All she came across was a blood trail that ended in a flurry of feathers and scraps of multicolored fur.

No signs of Springlight. No signs of life. Not even a body to take home.

She was gone.

A snarl rumbled in Bumblestar's throat, frustrated and angry and filled with grief all at once. "There's some," she rasped in response to Spiderthroat. Under the old camp, at least the one Jaystride had led she and Wolfpaw out of. "But I don't think she fell in any of 'em. This wasn't a fall, this is just- it was an attack. Owl. All those feathers..." The herbs weren't even salvageable, having been trampled and shredded.

She would have found a way to twist this whole thing around and pin it on RiverClan if they were still lurking near the borders, but she couldn't even do that to have an excuse to wreck them again and make herself feel better. This wasn't planned, or done with purpose. It was a stupid freak accident with an owl, of all things, and now Springlight was gone, leaving ThunderClan at square one for healers again.

She rolled her shoulders and clenched her jaw. "She's gone." The words rasped in the back of her throat. "Let's go back to camp. Keep a lookout for anything on the way back just in case, but don't get your hopes up."

Drizzlecloud wasn't fit for the rank any longer. Springlight was gone. She'd have to find replacements quickly so that ThunderClan wasn't left to scramble for purchase if disaster struck.

[ @Starfall @Cinderspirit @furrensic - thank you very much you three ]

[Rowan]

♡StormPaw♡
Male | 7 Moons | ThunderClan Apprentice | Mentor: Skunk’Ridge | Posts: 17/100
light gray tabby tom with fluffy cloud-like fur and stormy blue eyes. his ears have white fur tufts at the top
Purrks: None
Interaction For: @Rani + @Weekend-Wondering + @Dolomedes [sorry this had taken me a while! I’ve been a bit busy lately!]



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He bent his legs a bit more as the warrior instructed. That felt better anyways. He understood how he could get more movement through this. So Stormy. Remember. Movement is important when fighting!

At first, it just seemed like normal advice from MorningPaw. More confident?—okay, he could do that. But StormPaw just shrunk down more and more as the other tom continued talking. Pathetic?…Annoying? Those weren’t words he’d like to be in relation with. “But I—” His voice cracked and he just let it fade out. His fluffy ears drooped a bit and he kept his gaze on the ground.

Then…the other apprentice started speaking! Hopefully, he’d have some less harsh input to throw out. Specifically input that didn’t probe at and critique StormPaw's every word and move. …

Oh…

Ohhh!

The cat said they agreed with StormPaw? That was good! Another cat believed he was right! He listened to the apprentice, then it seemed he got…harsher? Then he started snapping at RosePaw. Oh. That wasn’t good! He wanted to focus, but here was a small but heated argument. And it was all his fault, wasn’t it? If he could’ve just given one stupid answer, these two wouldn’t be fighting, would they? Good job. You ruined something yet again, StormPaw. Great StarClan, how will you ever be a good warrior?

But then…oh. MudHound intervened! Hopefully, that would be the end of the fight. And the reassurance from her was nice. It put him at peace a bit, and his confidence boosted. And then Hornet said the legs were good! That made him feel a bit better as he puffed his chest out, feeling some dignity return.

StormPaw took a deep breath, letting the tension ease out of his shoulders. He focused on the ground beneath his paws, feeling the cool earth and the stability it offered. He reminded himself that he was here to learn and improve, not to dwell on mistakes. He straightened up, ready to try again, feeling a renewed sense of determination.

They had to attack the hornet now? Oh no. What if he hurt her on accident? Or messed up? He hesitated. Maybe one of his peers should go first?

[Starfall]

Originally Posted by Ladiebugg

DaylightPaw
DaylightKit, DaylightWing

15 Moons | She/Her | Bisexual

ThunderClan Warrior

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@Starfall

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DaylightPaw leads SpiderThroat out to Firefly cove. "Is hunting here okay?"
She looked around, listening and scenting for prey.

Her ears perked up when she heard a small rustling in a bush nearby. She dropped into a hunting crouch and stalked towards the bush. She dove in, dragging a vole out by the tail and killing it quickly.

+1 Vole

She looked over at SpiderThroat, purring quietly before burying the vole to come back to later.

She repeated the process a few times, catching a small crow and a mouse.

+1 Crow, +1 Mouse

"Is that enough?"

Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH

He followed wordlessly behind the former Warrior. Keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity since ThunderClan seemed to be a magnet for it. Letting out a grunt as she'd asked a question. Anywhere was good to hunt as long as you actually did it.

He made sure she was always in the corner of his eye as he slunk around. Circling the general area she was hunting in. Maybe she was still learning how to hunt. Maybe she was getting her tree legs. She definitely needed more experience. More patrols it was. He'd stick her with Mudhound.

He himself catching a squirrel as he watched. An unimpressed expression on his face as she asked the question. "No." he said simply. She'd need to put in more effort than that.

[Lightningpaw666]

Brackenclaw had managed to get Kestrelpaw to head for Firefly Cove and that was good. He didn't want to be responsible for an Apprentice that wasn't his getting hurt. Brackenclaw was grateful for the silence while they walked first off he wasn't one for talking too much and secondly it would keep prey from being scared off from the area. As they reached the destination Brackenclaw would turn to Kestrelpaw. "So do you know all the proper hunting techniques?" Brackenclaw asked his deep voice making him sound much darker and intimidating than he intended as he asked the Apprentice wanting to know if there was anything he needed to teach before they got started. @Rose

[Rose]

Kestrelpaw
She/Her | 76/100 | [ #flocklitterkestrel ]

Turquoise blue hues drifted to Mr. Claw as he asked the molly whether she knew hunting or not (or something along those lines). Cuz duhh, of course she knew hunting! She was like, the best apprentice ever!! “Yeah I do, Mr. Claw.” The mottled apprentice nodded, head moving up and down. “I know how to hunt.” And she was going to prove it. She grinned confidently up at Brackenclaw. Nothing would ever go wrong, right?

Simple to say, Kestrelpaw’s existence was just a series of unfortunate events.

See, she dropped into a hunter’s crouch, made sure to remain upwind, kept her tail above the ground and her paw steps silent as she approached the mouse. Her prey, but it seemed there was another predator also on the loose. Gunning for the same piece of prey that she was.

Long story short, Kestrelpaw pounced on the rodent, jaws clamping shut around its throat, pride rumbling through her. Her celebration lasted only a split second, though, because it was already too late to react. The second predator had changed targets upon seeing her. Needle-sharp talons dug into her back, her attacker only needing a single moment to get a grip before lifting off once more with a powerful beat of its wings. A shriek of surprise escaped her throat as the ground disappeared from under her paws, the mouse falling from her maw as she writhed and twisted in her captor’s unrelenting hooks.

Her struggling only became more frantic as the ground drew farther. “No no no, bad bird! Let me go- LET ME GO!” She yowled desperately, and then jerked in alarm when the bird screeched back. Screeched… back… damned birds.

Oh no. With another screech that in Kes’ superior opinion sounded suspiciously like the owl was cursing at her, it had apparently decided to cater to her whims and had let her go! Either that or it had gotten tired of Kestrelpaw’s struggling, and now she was free-falling. “YOU CAN’T JUST LET GO OF M— Oomph.” Leaves, tree branches, nest— nest?! Yes, she’d crashed tree - a half-finished nest sagging out of a cavity in the tree created by a woodpecker specifically - and now she was clinging for dear life to a swaying branch. If she hadn’t been so terrified of falling to her death, and if she hadn’t been scowling about the talon-shaped wounds burning and clamoring for attention on her back, Kestrelpaw would have found this situation funny.

Huffing and grumbling and gritting out unkind words about owls as she scrabbled properly onto the branch and wobbled her way over to the trunk of the tree, Kestrelpaw was too busy focusing on balancing and getting to safety that she didn’t think about the fact that there was possibly no safety… even up here.

And unfortunately for Kestrelpaw, she had pissed off two of her same kind - in name, of course - by crashing into and essentially ruining their unfinished nest. Hey! At least she hadn’t killed any babies! So it was when she began her descent that the patterned apprentice got dive-bombed. At the same time, on two different sides (they were totally aiming for her eyeballs, she swears)— “WHAT IN THE BLAZES!” She’d almost lost her footing there, and her face felt like somebody had clawed it (spoiler alert; somebody had), and, and— aaaaaAAaaAAAAAh! The beige molly was scrambling down the side of the tree for her life now, probably moving too fast for it to be safe, but she could hear the kestrels chattering (they were definitely plotting her downfall!) and she could see one preparing to dive again. Three fox tails from the ground, Kestrelpaw saw her opening the second one of the birds came into view. She leaped off the side of the tree, catching it in her mouth, teeth closing on it with a satisfying crunch as she hit the ground, stumbling a couple steps as she lost her footing for a moment.

For a moment, Kestrelpaw was frozen in shock, blood collecting on her cheeks, dripping down to her chin. And then she was giggling with glee, ignoring the stinging on her face and her spine, the joyous and half disbelieving sound muffled by the bird in her mouth as she broke into a run, rushing back in the direction of Brackenclaw. Little ones got into the oddest of scrapes sometimes.

[ @Lightningpaw666 - Brackenclaw ]