Floodsight ✦ RiverClan | 21 moons | Mind Reader ; Beefed Up T1 ; empty slot
Floodsight's blue gaze fell upon the scar that stretched across the hind leg. It looked like a painful one. One that probably reminded the older warrior everyday of the battle that took place. She knows hers does, the history behind both of the scars on her chest had reminded on two very important things. Be weary of others and to never mess with foxes. And it stained her so. The moons after felt like her chest was on fire and the scar ached like no others. Every step she took felt like she was on pins and pricks to the point even just sleeping was hard.
[ Mind Reader Activated ]
'Was he really going to get it checked out? Or was he just being nice to lessen my worries?' Because it wasn't working. It just made her all the more worry. How much times did Blizzardoak miss a check up just to not worry others? With concern written all over her face, Floodsight insisted, "I could go with you to see Berry when we get back. Would that be alright?"
She offered but if the older warrior refused, there was nothing she could do and she rather not push further and make him feel uncomfortable. Floodsight would just have to trust that he knows what he's getting himself into. With a small sigh, she picked up her pieces of prey and signal to the two of them. "Come on, let's go."
The warrior had finally got his claws on his second mouse, first if he didn’t count the example he had set with WisteriaWren. He was surprised at himself for being able to hunt in the first place. When he was given the opportunity to spend more time with WisteriaWren assist WisteriaWren in learning to hunt, he leapt at it gladly despite his lack of an ability to bite hard enough to kill any prey. He was patient as they went on to discover more prey. Every cat had to learn somewhere, yeah? And he couldn’t imagine how one could even begin hunting without claws. He couldn’t blame her one bit. Instead he went along with it.
Perhaps all the time in the territory made him sick, or a piece of kill did…or even worse—Wisteria was sick and passed it onto him? He didn’t know what he had wrong with him, but whatever it was, he felt nowhere near right. His paws felt squirmy and clammy, his heartbeat felt rapid, but he couldn’t put his paw on this emotion. It’s not something he had felt before…odd, huh? He tried to go along with it, brushing the disease aside so he could put his full attention on pushing WisteriaWren to her full potential.
He simply grinned back, a mighty, hearty grin, shrugging off the she-cats mistake as it was nothing. “Ay, tha’s okay! I’m still learnin’ how t’ hun’ myself withou’ bein’ able to bi’e” he offered, trying to make light out of the situation and be as relatable as possible. His gaze watched as she went a few feet to a…flower? This caused even more of a sappy surge of happiness through him, which isn’t common at all since the raid, and he nuzzled her appreciatively. “Thank you—n’ ey’, no stress on huntin, alrigh’? It takes time…especially difficul’ when ya can’t claw em immediately.” he gently took the wildflower, holding it carefuly, as he scanned it. A pretty little yellow and slightly orange (at the base) flower with longer stems. He’ll cherish it. (AKA he’ll never get rid of it and always go to find the same flower to keep in front of his ear and eventually give WisteriaWren a bunch as well, along with showing her the dead, rotted original one)
@Rose —playing around with formatting for posts so uh…my bad for possible chaos
@Idiotic.Bean101
Ya know, Raccoonsun was just going out.
Maybe grabbing prey, getting some air from that stuffy twoleg den.
Normal stuff.
And then boom, she spots two cats.
One was Rowanmane, mister-avoiding-her.
And the other... Wisteria... something.... Wisteriaaaaa.... wren! That was it, Wisteriawren.
She heard it at a meeting, if she remembered right.
But remembering also is not her forte.
Now for social interactions.
Should she butt in on whatever is going on here?
Looks like two friends just hunting together.
But, Raccoonsun has been trying to specifically bother Rowanmane now that she's taken note of him avoiding her, for whatever reason.
Now, the approach!
How does one normally start a conversation?
Hmmmm.
Maybe she should just say hi, like any normal cat.
Yup, that's what she'll do.
She padded over, and once she was sure they could see her, she spoke.
"Uh, hi." She greeted, though her tone definitely came off a bit awkward "How's it goooooiiiin'?"
She could feel them. Against her will. The countless butterflies that welled up inside of her when Rowanmane nuzzled her. She froze, her face turning a flustered, pink hue with blush, ear tips turning warm. The warrior all but melted at Rowanmane’s understanding. Her eyes had brightened significantly, her face flushed. “Thank you,” she purred, pressing her cheek to his shoulder to relay her gratitude. “Rowanmane, I wanted to—“
A new voice out of the blue was what caused her to cut off, startling slightly and almost hitting the top of her head against Rowanmane’s chin. The warrior turned around, eyes wide with surprise. This was… Raccoon..something? Oh dear, how long had she been standing there??? Wisteriawren hadn’t even noticed. “…Hello.” She offered, smile a tad sheepish as she scooted a few inches away from the Tom at her side.
[ Sorry for the delay :sweats: my computer restarted and I lost all my open tabs/pending replies ]
《RowanMane》
Male | 40 Moons | Posts: 101
large midnight charcoal agouti tabby tom with bright blue eyes, many scars, messy medium-length fur, underbite
Purrks: None
Interaction For: @Rose @Idiotic.Bean101
“Of course.” he responded to his thanks, perking his ears up as she started to speak again. His head snapped and eyes widened as the new cat made themself known. Oh…just RaccoonSun. Was the worse or better. He moved his head up just enough so Wisty didn’t hit her head…then she moved away a bit, and that detail didn’t go unnoticed by the…warrior? Lionheart?
“Uh…yes?…” he wasn’t sure how to function. His daughter who had 0 idea they were related, and his future love interest but he didn’t know that, all in one place.
Oh, wow, she was really just a big interruption at the moment.
But, no turning back now!
"Sorry for interrupting your... outing?" Raccoonsun said "Just got a bit... uh... bored, by myself, I guess?"
If she could gain social skills, that would be fantastic.
It was evident that wasn't happening soon, though.
The dilute tortoiseshell continued to stand there awkwardly for a moment. "Are you guys hunting?" She then decides to ask.
very large, muscular, & scarred light brown tabby tom with stark blue eyes and a torn ear; killer aptitude 3 | just a scratch
[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 54 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, yet thoughtful; loyal to a fault ]
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Stagheart arrived in Sleepy Thicket with Amberflare, pausing to catch his breath from the jog over. He scented the air, his piercing blue eyes narrowing a bit in concentration. He did his best to shrug off the lingering chill in the air he always seemed to feel in this place, and especially as the graves were moved, it felt more... eerie. Maybe that was just the kithood stories getting to him yet again, the spooky ones his fellow young apprentices had liked to spread around as well back in the day.
"Alright... seems there's some prey trails headed that-a-way," he mused, flicking his tail towards the east. "Then some over here. I'll head this way." Then he flicked his tail to the west. "We catch as much as we can, 'n meet back here at sunhigh. Don't want Stormstar waitin' too long. Good huntin'," he wished, giving Amberflare a curt nod, as if confirming the assignment. Then he was off, doing his best to pick out a single good trail amidst the mixture of prey scents and fresh leaf-litter as the orange, brown, red, and yellow leaves littered the forest floor.
Hmm... he detected the scent of a vole up ahead. Dropping into a crouch, Stagheart prowled through the bushes, coming up on the small critter. Alright, with a wriggle of his haunches, the lumbering tom launched into the air and...!
[ Roll: 17: Success! ]
Gotcha! His claws successfully snagged the vole and he flung it down to stun it before nipping its neck, quickly finishing the job. He scraped some leaves over the prey to hide for now, continuing his journey through.
Stagheart heard a robin nearby after that, and began following the sound... and soon found his bounty. Dropping into his typical hunter's crouch, the warrior slunk along through shadows and branches until..!
[ Roll: 9 | Fail! ]
Starsdangit. He'd never been the most graceful hunter. With his stocky stature, Stag ended up rustling some leaves, sending the bird flying away. Grumbling to himself (and all the more grateful that no one was watching him), he continued on, not letting it deter him.
Amberflare hummed subconsciously as the pair travelled to Sleepy thicket. A shiver ran down her spine as they finally arrived, nervously glancing about. This place always creeped her out. Maybe it was the fog...or scary stories...she wasn't fond of sticking around for long. Curling her fluffy tail, she gave a grateful nod at Stagheart's helpful words. What a gentleman! "Best of luck to you as well, sir." she purred and with that she took off towards the east.
Her pink tongued flicked out to taste the air as she strolled across the leaf littered ground. Autumn scenery always lifted her spirits- no time to dawdle, though! Sifting through the incoming scents flooding her senses, the pretty flame point selected one that tickled her fancy: squirrel! A delicacy in her opinion, although some of her clanmates may disagree. Sometimes they just couldn't appreciate a wider menu.
Fluidly, she dropped into a hunting crouch, wincing at every step taken as warm hued leaves crunched softly beneath her gentle paws. She hurridly followed the trail, it's scent hanging thickly in the air, until she came across a soft shuffling noise in the bushes. Ears flicked around towards the sound simultaneously as pale blue eyes catched a glimpse of greyish brown fluff. 'There you are..!' Excitement tugged at her chest, yet Amberflare made sure to keep composure, pushing down her childish emotions. Bunching up her haunches she gave a mighty leap and-
[Amberflare rolled a 20!]
Bullseye! Bone white claws had the startled rodent trapped against the damp ground. It's panicked squeaks silenced by a quick bite to the throat. Pleased by her catch, the pretty molly buried under the sea of crimson coloured foliage and continued her hunting. Such a fine huntress she was! Honestly she was quite proud of herself for her impressive leap and clean kill. Maybe one day she'd be recognised for her fantastic hunting ability, wouldn't that be marvelous.
[Amberflare rolled an 11!]
However, the fluffy warrior's pride was damged by the next sloppy catch she made. A mouse which had almost escaped due to her poorly timed pounce and the quickness of the small creature. Somehow she managed to catch it by the tail and make a rushed killing bite around it's body. Not her best...better thatn nothing she supposed..
Satified by her catches and a little bit unnerved by her near faliure, Amberflare decided that she had caught enough for today and trotted back to the meeting point. Her pair of prizes hung limply from her jaws as she arrived, giving a quick scan of the perimeter for any sign of Stagheart. He wasn't here yet..it would be fine. Settling down, she places her prey between her crossed forelegs and studies it in discomfort. In an attempt to hide her messy work- and distract herself from the mild jumpiness in her stomach - she nosed the mouse's brown fur flat over the untidy puncture holes in it's flank so it was barely visible. 'This ought to do it...'
Riftpaw arrived very quickly, Marigoldpaw wasn’t far behind although she apologised for being late. "You aren’t late, it's alright." Duskleaf said in response. Right, both apprentices were here, it was time to go. Sticks and borage, didn’t seem that difficult, although the use of sticks he was still confused about. As he walked out, curiosity got the better of him and he had to ask the two apprentices if they knew. "I know basically nothing about medicine cat remedies, do either of you know what Cobwebfern needs sticks for?"
Arriving then in Sleepy Thicket, Duskleaf looked around to see what was there. Sticks were everywhere, they wouldn’t be hard to source. Borage would have to actually be found. He decided he'd start with borage, that way he could just pick up some sticks on the way out. "Right, I'll be 'round about here if you need me. I don't mind if you both look for it on your own if you want, but just don’t go too far."
"You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road
And I'll be in Scotland before ye
Where me and my true love shall never meet again
On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond!"
Riftpaw arrived very quickly, Marigoldpaw wasn’t far behind although she apologised for being late. "You aren’t late, it's alright." Duskleaf said in response. Right, both apprentices were here, it was time to go. Sticks and borage, didn’t seem that difficult, although the use of sticks he was still confused about. As he walked out, curiosity got the better of him and he had to ask the two apprentices if they knew. "I know basically nothing about medicine cat remedies, do either of you know what Cobwebfern needs sticks for?"
Arriving then in Sleepy Thicket, Duskleaf looked around to see what was there. Sticks were everywhere, they wouldn’t be hard to source. Borage would have to actually be found. He decided he'd start with borage, that way he could just pick up some sticks on the way out. "Right, I'll be 'round about here if you need me. I don't mind if you both look for it on your own if you want, but just don’t go too far."
Marigoldpaw
She, Her\Apprentice\11 moons\Riverclan
"There will come a poet whose weapon is his word."
Purrks: Dreamwalker [ACTIVE] Chill of Death [ACTIVE]
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The apprentice walked into Sleepy Thicket, hazle eyes wide in curiosity. She remembered this being a gravesite before being eventually replaced by something else. Marigoldpaw couldn't shake the eerie vibe the place gave her, which was a shame. She always wanted to see the beauty in things, but that was kinda hard when fear made her jittery. Okay, sticks and borage, uh, should be easy!
Curled ears turned to Duskleaf as he spoke, questioning what sticks were used for. The apprentice paused and her steps faltered for a moment as she thought. "Eh, I'm just as uh stumped as you are." She gave her boney shoulders a shrug. "But it uh doesn't hurt to ask, does it?" She then offered the tom a quick smile before they were politely shooed away to go find the herbs... Were sticks herbs?
Nonetheless, she needed to find borage, so that's exactly what she'd find! Upon seeing some in the milky fog, the apprentice scent a prayer of thanks to Starclan before hoping that she didn't mess this up terribly.
[marigoldpaw rolled a 20! harvest complete!]
[marigoldpaw rolled a 15! completely intact!]
+1 borage
[marigoldpaw rolled a 1! harvest failed]
Ack! Okay, that's was fine... She could only carry so much anyways.
[marigoldpaw rolled a 1! harvest failed]
Oh stars above... Maybe she didn't prey hard enough?
[marigoldpaw rolled a 20! harvest complete!]
[marigoldpaw rolled an 11! perfectly intact]
+1 borage
Okay. One more, just one more! That's all, then she could look up sticks for the rest of the patrol.
[marigoldpaw rolled a 20! harvest complete!]
[marigoldpaw rolled an 11! completely intact!]
+1 borage
Okay, she might've hit a few bumps, but all in all, that was pretty good! Nothing catastrophic happened, which was more than nice.
very large, muscular, & scarred light brown tabby tom with stark blue eyes and a torn ear; killer aptitude 3 | just a scratch
[ riverclan warrior | tomcat | 54 moons | gruff & battle-hardened, yet thoughtful; loyal to a fault ]
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It wasn't too long before Stagheart had picked up the trail of a second vole, doing his best to recover from his most recent fumble. With the sunrays filtering in through the multi-colored trees, he did his best to ease his tense muscles. If only hunting came as naturally to the large tom as fighting; but at least he'd seen enough leaf-bares by now to know a thing or two about tracking and technique. Every catch was precious, especially as the weather started to cool.
Finally, he saw the vole up ahead. Slinking along the undergrowth, Stagheart eventually came within pouncing distance, standing still for a moment to gauge the small creature's movements. Within a few heartbeats, it paused to grab a seed off the grass, nibbling it; now was his chance. Wriggling his haunches, he built up power in his back legs, and...
[ Roll: 19 | Success! ]
A near perfect catch! He seamlessly glided through the air, only alerting the vole for a half-second before he slammed his paw down to stun it and prevent its hasty escape. With a careful nip of the neck, it was over. Silently thanking StarClan for its life and the ability to feed his Clan, Stagheart decided to carry the creature in his jaws on the way back.
...And on the way, he'd spotted a squirrel as well. In line with Amberflare's thinking, he amusedly considered how his Clan wasn't always fond of the fluffy-tailed vermin, often playing them off as ThunderClan prey. Of course, this was only social and dissipated the moment they needed anything to feed their hungry bellies in leaf-bare. It didn't stop him from quietly setting the vole down and slinking his way through the undergrowth, towards the squirrel.
[ Roll: 16 | Success! ]
Oh, yeah. Three pieces down. Stagheart had successfully jumped and snagged the tail of the fleeing critter, yanking it back towards him and performing the killing bite. Satisfied, the tom padded with the two pieces of prey in his jaws, headed towards where he'd buried the last vole. With his prey altogether, he started to pad back to their meeting place, when... a mouse scurried right past his paws.
[ Roll: 1 | Natural Failure! ]
In what was supposed to be an instinctive flash of claws to snag the critter, Stagheart's hurried reaction (a bit off balance by the weight of three pieces of prey in his jaws) made him stagger, and in a moment he'd lost his balance, dropping his prey in the process. All the while the mouse had gleefully scampered into the shadows of some tree roots, disappearing from sight. It let out a squeak as it went, almost like mocking laughter to the tom's ears.
The duality of his near-perfect catch from earlier to this excuse of an attempt was nearly comical, if he weren't so frustrated. "Ahh... ya darn fool," he groaned to himself.
Letting out a huff of annoyance, the warrior quickly scrambled to his paws, pelt burning like fire. No one saw that... right? Nope, he was all alone. Well, their meeting spot was close by, but the odds that Amberflare had been looking perfectly to where he'd been through the trees to see such a blunder were low. Right? Mhm. No one saw it. Nope. Just him and StarClan (he could practically hear his father sneering mockingly at him now).
Recovering from his initial self-embarrassment, the battle-hardened tom forced his stoic expression back to normal, though the tips of his ears still burned. Finally approaching Amberflare, he glanced down at her catches, giving a nod of approval. Her covering of the sloppy kill was luckily glossed over and unnoticed, because he was a bit too distracted by mentally cursing himself for his rare clumsiness. And found himself trying to assess the pretty she-cat's face for a moment, as if registering if she'd seen that or not. Surely not. Right? Why did everything feel so hot?
"Ah... nice catches," he noted casually, nodding his head with his tone gruffer than usual, blissfully pretending the possibility was actually impossible. The scarred tabby only seemed a bit distracted, but was otherwise just his typical self. "Looks like we got a good haul. Let's get goin' back." Picking up his prey, and trying not to remember the way he'd let himself fall to the forest floor like some newborn kit, he led their way back to camp.
[ @Morrigan - amberflare - for funsies since stag rolled the unlucky nat 1. feel free to have amberflare notice from the distance or not xD up to you hehe. next post in patrol place ]
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*despite everything, it's still you.
Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat!
she and Cobwebfern have a semi-closed den policy.
-‘๑’- RIFTPAW | 7 MOONS | HE/HIM -‘๑’- split half solid black, half brown tabby with icy blue eyes
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Riftpaw shrugged at his mentor’s question, unsure of what sticks would be used for himself. However, he quickly busied himself with looking for what he would deem “the perfect sticks”. Marigoldpaw had seemingly been successful in finding the actual herb requested, so it only made sense for him to do the other half of the request. ”Stick time.” He whispered to himself as he scoured the thicket for the best branches.
[ RIFTPAW ROLLED A 4 ]
’Aha!’ The young tom tugged at a branch in a bush, tumbling backward when it broke loose…it had splintered. This was unusable! Maybe he should stick to looking for ones that are already on the ground
[ RIFTPAW ROLLED A 16 ]
After a bit more scouring under some bushes, Riftpaw had managed to find two straight sticks that didn’t seem to have many, if any, little twigs sticking out on the side. Hopefully these would be useful. Picking them up in his jaws, he trotted over to Duskleaf. ”Like dis?” …Of course it was muffled as he didn’t drop his small haul.
Re: Sleepy Thicket
Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat! 
