WindClan Elders' Den

[Tallstar]

Duckthroat-105 moons-

Duck throat nodded “I’ll try my best not to scratch at it he mumbled clearly wanting to scratch at it but he refrained as he watched the warrior leave his den

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[nyme]

ALL I EVER WANTED
WAS TO BE OF WILDFLOWERS

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MAGGOTKIT . 2 MOONS . IT/ITS . WINDCLAN

Maggotkit wafts in like a foul odor, thin and bug-eyed and wanting. It's not as dirty today as it usually is—it looks freshly bathed, in fact; a treat—, but it's every bit as odd as it marches itsef right into the elders' den like it's looking for its own nest. This creature is on a mission.

"Old cats, I need a story," it announces to whoever cares to hear it, not minding its manners and sticking by the mouth of the den. No, Maggotkit marches right into the hollow beneath the great stump, little tail sticking up like a flag of conquest. "Help. Lightningstorm says I need a story right now or I'll die and it's your fault."

The fibber.

[ FREE TO EITHER INDULGE MAGGOT OR SHOO THE LI'L LIAR RIGHT OUT. ]

[Alchemist Kitsune]

| Dapplebreeze |
68 Moons - WindClan Fury Lieutenant
Agatha Kitty - Active | Silver Tongue - Active | Beefed Up [Tier 3] - Inactive

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The lieutenant's polite gaze remained as more felines entered the elders' domain, yet the warmth that had glowed deep in her eyes like a cozy hearth on a blistery day was now barricaded. A glimpse of coziness that could no longer be felt through the cool, frost laden glass. The spotted molly had no qualms with the first of the felines that approached. Nightwhisper was not her sister, nor would the former queen ever judge her as such. The mention of Flowerpaw, however, was enough to irritate her, having seen the apprentice's behavior remaining much the same even after her demotion. There was an obvious attempt being made at curbing her attack first ask questions later tendencies, but as far as the fury was concerned, a feline who attacked a clanmate over a petty argument in the clearing was toeing a fine line between anger and treason.

Dapplebreeze would of course hope for the best. Assume that the cat who had been attacked had maybe deserved it in some way? Something that the senior warrior would never even dream of thinking on most days, but considering Silverfur had gone around and attacked a clanmate in the midst of battle... well... One had to wonder. Most certainly neither warrior nor apprentice a cat she would be willing to trust with anything. Not as they currently were. Not a good place to be at, considering how fundamental trust in your fellow clanmates was to the inner workings of clan life to begin with.

And speaking of the warrior... here she was. Much as she disliked the very look of her, at the very least Silverfur seemed to be using her punishment admirably. To care for the elders was of utmost importance. These were the cats who had cared for them before. Ensured the clan prospered in generations gone by. They deserved their retired moons to be as comfortable as possible.

"Well, it does appear I have overstayed my welcome. I will take the bones with me, no need to leave litter in the den while it is being cleared up. Please remember, darling, if you are ever in need of anything, the furies are just a call away," the spotted she-cat purred, dipping her head respectfully at Duckthroat before grabbing the pitiful remains of the mink she had brought along to dispose of outside.

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@Tallstar [Duckthroat] | @---Bluestar--- [Nightwhisper] | @SilverFur. [Silverfur]

[SilverFur.]

@Tallstar @dagnyme @Alchemist Kitsune

SilverFur would push her way back into the den with a mouse in her jaws. She would glance at the elder before twitching her tail. "Take a seat, where are those ticks at?" She would ask him as she dropped the mouse infront of him. "can eat this too if you're hungry, I only need the bile bit"

She would glance at the kit that just walked in. "Well I might have a story or two" She replied with her whiskers twitching amused. "the others here might want to indulge you while I play a fun game of suffocate the ticks with mouse bile"

[nyme]

ALL I EVER WANTED
WAS TO BE OF WILDFLOWERS

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MAGGOTKIT . 2 MOONS . IT/ITS . WINDCLAN

Silverfur gets a long, skeptical look. "You're not old," Maggotkit mutters, as if this somehow also means that Silverfur cannot possibly have any good stories to share. Even so, it must not be as picky as it implies because the grubby kitten steps closer, half-expectant and half-curious about that nasty stuff that Silverfur's playing with. It kinda-sorta remembers this warrior, kinda-sorta wants to know what she's doing here with the elders—do all warriors do this, and has Maggotkit just not been paying attention?—, but mostly it's concerned with getting what it came here for.

"'Stuffertate' the ticks with mouse bile." It repeats, ponderous. "That sounds like a bad game. The worst game. Are you bad at playing?" It's just sayin' things to say them right now, kicking boundaries with its little feet just to see what happens when it does. "I want...two. Two stories." Greedy thing.

@SilverFur. ; SILVERFUR

[Tallstar]

Duckthroat-105 moons elder-
Duck throat looked up at the warrior grateful “The ticks are just behind my ears and my shoulder just where I can’t reach”he said kindly he knew it was a tedious process and the foul smell that would be left behind on the cats paws.He turned his attention to the kit near his feet “two stories eh I can definitely tell two stories” he said looking down at the greedy kit hmm now what to tell something that would interest everyone yet not bore the youngun “I’ve got one want to hear a story about an apprentice?”

@dagnyme
@SilverFur.
@Alchemist Kitsune

[SilverFur.]

@dagnyme


Silverfur purrs and twitches her whiskers. She liked this kit, "No I'm just removing ticks, they are annoying and make you scratch like anything" she would inform the kit twitching her tail. She wouldn't have many stories to tell the kit but seems that this elder did. Well that was good, she could listen in as well, stories were knowledge after all.


@Tallstar

Silverfur would prepare the mouse-bile while he explained where the ticks were, wrinkling her nose at the smell. She would prick her ears as he had a story prepared. "careful this kit might be asking for more then two by the end of the day" she would purr. When she was ready she would go and groom his pelt going to look for the shoulder tick. Once she found it she would hold the mouse-bile to it until it fell off. She was well trained in tick removal only being a warrior for a moon or so, well until she was put back on apprentice duties.

"That's one down, let me go about getting the other and seeing if any are hiding" she would meow around the mouse-bile. Ugh she hoped she didn't swallow it by mistake.

[nyme]

ALL I EVER WANTED
WAS TO BE OF WILDFLOWERS

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ❀ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

MAGGOTKIT . 2 MOONS . IT/ITS . WINDCLAN

Oh yeeeees, now we're talking. A real old cat has the floor. Maggotkit lights up with interest as Duckthroat calls over with his offer, and it marches the rest of the way just to sit right down up close with no regard for Silverfur's chore.

"Okay," it says, buggy eyes fixed intently on the older cat's face. "An apprentice story is good. I'll be an apprentice someday." It says this like this isn't common knowledge. Maggotkit out here making sure everyone remembers the passage of time. "Tell me, okay?" It prompts, loafing down comfortably.

It spares another glance at Silverfur, nose crinkling. Oh, that's right; elders get eaten up by bugs sometimes. Whack. It almost doesn't say anything because just thinking about what having ticks must be like is making it itchy—but then, oh!

"Eat one!" It demands.

@SilverFur. ; SILVERFUR
@Tallstar ; DUCKTHROAT

[Tallstar]

{Duckthroat-105 Moons}
He looked down at the kit and pondered which story to tell finally he settled on one in a loud voice he started “ Once upon a time, there was a kit, who was just recently apprenticed. They were very curious about what the land looked like outside of camp, and they had only gone to train. Nothing else. So they asked their Mentor if they could go and explore. Their mentor said no, they were tired and would take them out on a border patrol later. And meanwhile, not to leave camp. The Apprentice was impatient and went out of camp anyway. It seemed fine until strange noises and scents appeared everywhere! Struggling to find their way back, they fell into a hole. That hole turned out to be a badger set! Thankfully, Starclan heard the apprentices cries for help, and brought them back to the camp. They had scratches all over themself from the badger and had to go to the medicine den. The apprentice's mentor found out and scolded them. “That's why you do what I say!” They said, And the apprentice wound up cleaning up ticks with mouse bile and fetching moss for everyone.
Story meaning: Rules are made to protect you

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@SilverFur.
Open to anyone who wants to hear a story

[SilverFur.]

@nyme @Tallstar

She would purr amused by the kits demands. "When you're called Magotstar, then I will eat one. Till then the only thing eating these ticks are the mousebile, and the kits. They rather dumb" she would twitch her whiskers amused at that.

She would finish up her task and smile at Duckthroat, "right that's all the ticks done, if you get anymore then hopefully the apprentices actually start doing their jobs properly. I blame the mentors myself, prioritising hunting and fighting" she would grumble. She would put the mousebile in the old bedding and rub her paws on the bedding to get rid of most of that stuff.

When the kit tried to get in the way she would look at it and begin to examine it's pelt. Yikes, to her high standards it was a mess. "when was the last time you groomed?" she would ask. She would sit down and start to groom the kits fur.