Poppyburst - RiverClan Warrior
The Collector [ Perm. Active ]
Chill of Death [ Perm. Active ]
Kitty Softpaws Tier 2 [ Perm. Active ]
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Curled ears perked up at the sounds of rustling, and Poppyburst suddenly shot through the undergrowth. There was a squeal of terror - most likely from a squirrel, and it was cut off abruptly. A few heartbeats later, the tortoiseshell reappeared with her catch - a squirrel, indeed - clamped tight between her jaws and her green eyes sparkling.
♤ Goldfish ♤ ♤The Ace of Spades♤ Go With The Flow | Agatha Kitty | Primal Instincts [Climbing] ____________________
First came Poppyburst jogging up, without question. Hm. Goldfish nodded to her as she approached, eyes appreciative. Next thing she knew over came Floodsight, who did indeed ask questions. “I don’t have a clue. Saw something out of the corner of my eye. But her scents leading that way. Thanks to the both of you for showing up. Now come on, time is of the essence.” Professed the feline, as she jerked her head n the direction of the faint, soft kitten scent smudged as the child must be aging. The Ace of Spades made a sharp whip around, and began to follow the scent with her head bowed at a quick pace, strides spread apart and nose occasionally brushing the feathery grass blades. It was strong, fresh, which was a good sign. Goldfish hadn’t kept track with if her patrol mates were following, too intent of searching for the runaway child. Go, go, go. No time to spare. Scenarios spin through her head at the speed of light but Goldfish plucked out the rash, unlikely ones. Her calm demeanor hadn’t left the scarred feline’s expression as she walked, but there was also a focused, intense look about her that showed she was acting purely on logic. No time for instinct. Thoughts were whirling through her head in an endless loop.
Punishment? Okay, injured? Dead, alive? Which kit? Her kit? Unlikely. But it still was a thought. In a matter of what felt like longer than what it was that blurred time she found a scent growing stronger, and- there. There, there they were! The kit was submerged in mud and a wave of the uncanny urge to lunge into the mud herself swept over the Ace of spades. “Hey, I found them!” she would shout, motioning with one paw toward the mud, but pushing that leg out to the side to alert the felllow rescuers not to come closer. ”Its slick. They sank down. If we fall in, that’s one more cat we have to rescue.” Goldfish growled, golden hues fixated on the slight indentation and slide marks that indicated that the child had fallen in. “We need a plan. Fast. Hey! Hey, it’s okay! We found you. Can you hear me?” She shouted, fur on her dappled spine rising slightly as she stared down. Her own paws were sliding where she stood now, so she took a step backwards, although she wanted to go forward it was clear that would be idiotic. Glancing around, Goldfish found her eyes settling on a tree with a branch hanging over the area… she could climb, but how or scoop the kit out without falling in herself..?
She gave a pause in order to give her patrol mates the chance to come up with something. But they needed to move quickly, so internally Goldfish was going over possible plans to rescue the child in time. What if she were to climb the tree with a stick.. a long one,, laying n the branch and hold the stick in place? Then one cat could hold on with their paws or jaws while grasping the kitten then pull it up. ”We need a branch, whatever happens. Poppyburst, go find a long stick. A really long one, nice and sturdy enough to support a large cat’s weight. Floodlight, you’re with me. Are you comfortable being dropped down there? From.. a tree?” Goldfish didn’t know if anyone else could climb so she didn’t want to risk it with anyone being unable to properly climb up and hang on while dragging a cat’s weight. But her voice was polite and quick, offering a choice. Floodlight seemed quite lightweight, so she would be a good choice. ”I won’t drop you.. if you don’t let go.” A wry attempt at keeping hopes high. But the whole time she would glance back over where Starrykit had sunken. Come on.. come on..
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《RowanMane》
Male | 41 Moons | RiverClan Warrior | Apprentice: RainingPaw | Posts: 86
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“Uh-…” he watched as RedMire started towards the exit. What the hell just happened? He looked, meeting SedgeFlakes gaze and nodded as to indicate he noticed the change too. He didn’t know what the topic switch was over…it was odd. “Yeah—I want to feel safe in the clan I’d risk my damn life for. ” he huffed in agreement, keeping a steady pace as he took in the fresh air.
He feels like it may have gotten worse since he got his leader name and lives…perhaps having more power? Or that’s simply when RowanMane noticed it. He understood the difficult work or being leader though, he was trying his best to keep his clan to like him and keep them in check at the same time…DuskLion would be a great better, even she seemed to disagree a bit.
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Poppyburst - RiverClan Warrior
The Collector
Chill of Death
Kitty Softpaws Tier 2
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[ NOTICE: This post takes place after Poppyburst´s interactions w/ Dusklion and Goosestrike. ]
With a nod, Poppyburst took off, her tail flashes of black and ginger in the wind behind her. Kits these days. Leaving camp without permission and climbing up trees. Green eyes narrowing down to slits, the tortoiseshell emerged into a part of RiverClan´s territory known for its leaf-littered ground being covered with broken branches - and other tree parts.
Eyes landing on a thin branch, Poppyburst examined it. She grasped it between her jaws and bit down, the wood splintering in her mouth almost instantly. Spitting out the splinters of tree bark, Poppyburst´s ears twitched. Well, that didn´t work. It had been too old and rotten.
Spotting a much younger, thicker branch nearby, the RiverClanner padded over to it. She placed a paw on it, letting it trace the edges.
No splintering. Good.
Grasping it between her teeth, Poppyburst bit down, relieved that the branch refused to budge. This one was perfect, and it was nice and long. Green eyes filled with approval, Poppyburst raced back through the bushes and stopped beside Goldfish. ´´Here,´´ She mewed, slightly breathless. ´´It was on the ground. The first one I found was too rotten and splintered the moment I bit down on it to test it. This one is perfect, though. It´s nice and long, and it didn´t give way under pressure.´´
The warrior´s green eyes rounded with sympathy, then alarm as she recognized the silver tabby pelt of the kit. ´´Hey, Goldfish...´´ Poppyburst paused, her gaze never leaving the familiar fur. ´´Isn´t that Starrykit?´´
As acornleaf stumbles down the hill by her house, he comes across a familiar face. "Hey! How's things going? Since the exile, things been pretty rough, so I though I'd come stop by." He walked towards them, as he prepared for a long talk.
Floodsight ✦ RiverClan | 21 moons | Mind Reader ; Beefed Up T1 ; empty slot
A kit? There they were, a small little thing stuck sinking in the mud. They had to act fast.
She'd listened to Goldfish's plan and it sounded pretty straight forward. All till... she wanted to support Floodsight on a stick? A little stunned. Sure, by all means to save the little one. Not going to lie, the silver warrior thought she'd suggest to prop the stick on the rock to act as a sort of seesaw to lift the kit out of the mud from a safe distance. But if this is was the Lionheart had decided on, then she'll follow. The silver molly wasn't going to take chances on switching a different plan, not when there's a kit's life in danger.
Floodsight glanced at the Lionheart, skeptical but she'll trust her clanmate. She gave the tortoiseshell molly a confident look before nodded, "I could, I will."
It didn't take to too long for Poppyburst to come back with a long stick. So it's on.
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Their willingness to follow was only mildly relieving. The fur on the back of Redmire's neck prickled as they left camp and entered open space.
"It's just one thing after another." Hopefully they knew what she meant - the lack of freedom to think or speak, the threats of exile and execution constantly held over their heads for even the smallest slip, an absence of any sort of reliable justice after that nightmare of a meeting, and (she didn't know if Rowanmane had picked up on it this yet, but) the strange disappearances, too, that came with their leader's rule.
"I'm tired of it. All of it. It feels like things have just gotten worse since we've come back from the mountains. Something has to change. You said we were just minnows in the ocean; easily lost." She tossed Sedgeflake a look as she repeated his words and then glanced to Rowanmane. "What if we could be sharks instead?"
"Don't you know, us being near the other Clans just means we need to be subjugated further?" It was sour, admittedly - Sedgeflake was frustrated he felt a prisoner or expendable in what should have been their own home, their Clan. Sure, he wasn't a Lionheart - he didn't padlick like some of the others did, but he ought to matter. Red and Rowan, too.
A pause, a careful eye on Redmire as she spoke. "What... are you suggesting?" Like yeah, he got the concept - be big and vicious - but how! "... to be like him?"
♤ Goldfish ♤ ♤The Ace of Spades♤ Go With The Flow | Agatha Kitty | Primal Instincts [Climbing] ____________________
First came Poppyburst jogging up, without question. Hm. Goldfish nodded to her as she approached, eyes appreciative. Next thing she knew over came Floodsight, who did indeed ask questions. “I don’t have a clue. Saw something out of the corner of my eye. But her scents leading that way. Thanks to the both of you for showing up. Now come on, time is of the essence.” Professed the feline, as she jerked her head n the direction of the faint, soft kitten scent smudged as the child must be aging. The Ace of Spades made a sharp whip around, and began to follow the scent with her head bowed at a quick pace, strides spread apart and nose occasionally brushing the feathery grass blades. It was strong, fresh, which was a good sign. Goldfish hadn’t kept track with if her patrol mates were following, too intent of searching for the runaway child. Go, go, go. No time to spare. Scenarios spin through her head at the speed of light but Goldfish plucked out the rash, unlikely ones. Her calm demeanor hadn’t left the scarred feline’s expression as she walked, but there was also a focused, intense look about her that showed she was acting purely on logic. No time for instinct. Thoughts were whirling through her head in an endless loop.
Punishment? Okay, injured? Dead, alive? Which kit? Her kit? Unlikely. But it still was a thought. In a matter of what felt like longer than what it was that blurred time she found a scent growing stronger, and- there. There, there they were! The kit was submerged in mud and a wave of the uncanny urge to lunge into the mud herself swept over the Ace of spades. “Hey, I found them!” she would shout, motioning with one paw toward the mud, but pushing that leg out to the side to alert the felllow rescuers not to come closer. ”Its slick. They sank down. If we fall in, that’s one more cat we have to rescue.” Goldfish growled, golden hues fixated on the slight indentation and slide marks that indicated that the child had fallen in. “We need a plan. Fast. Hey! Hey, it’s okay! We found you. Can you hear me?” She shouted, fur on her dappled spine rising slightly as she stared down. Her own paws were sliding where she stood now, so she took a step backwards, although she wanted to go forward it was clear that would be idiotic. Glancing around, Goldfish found her eyes settling on a tree with a branch hanging over the area… she could climb, but how or scoop the kit out without falling in herself..?
She gave a pause in order to give her patrol mates the chance to come up with something. But they needed to move quickly, so internally Goldfish was going over possible plans to rescue the child in time. What if she were to climb the tree with a stick.. a long one,, laying n the branch and hold the stick in place? Then one cat could hold on with their paws or jaws while grasping the kitten then pull it up. ”We need a branch, whatever happens. Poppyburst, go find a long stick. A really long one, nice and sturdy enough to support a large cat’s weight. Floodlight, you’re with me. Are you comfortable being dropped down there? From.. a tree?” Goldfish didn’t know if anyone else could climb so she didn’t want to risk it with anyone being unable to properly climb up and hang on while dragging a cat’s weight. But her voice was polite and quick, offering a choice. Floodlight seemed quite lightweight, so she would be a good choice. ”I won’t drop you.. if you don’t let go.” A wry attempt at keeping hopes high. But the whole time she would glance back over where Starrykit had sunken. Come on.. come on..
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Wavebreaker
|43 Moons|
With no cats having come promptly to the warriors aid Wavebreaker did not bother wasting precious time sitting in the center of camp, not while Starrykits life was in danger. As soon as he realized backup was not on the way he had torn out of camp with all haste. His black form streaking through reeds and trampling the marshy grass under paw. I Hope Goldenwing was able to track her. The thought passed fleetingly through his head, he tried his best not to waste energy on worrying about why or how the kit had run from him. But it was difficult. All they had done was bring the snow colored kit some prey, aside from Wavebreaker saying a few gentle words to her of reassurance. As his large body thundered on, his long spiral tail angled behind him to keep his balance in the muddy conditions.
With his mouth open, even through hard breaths he managed to keep track of Goldenwings scent markers. And there seemed to be others too. The speckled warrior skidded to a halt just before the marsh deepened, his deep blue eyes glimpsing what had begun to unfold at a rapid pace. He couldn't see Goldenwing, but Wavebreaker did notice Starrykits small grey spotted pelt wrestling underneath the mud of the marsh. His heartbeat pounded quickly, as his mind bounced to images of his former apprentice Shrewpaw. Her small grey white body, shivering and breathless until the very light had faded from her eyes on the banks of RiverClans own camp. No I won't let that happen again! All his muscles flexed urging him to jump into the muddy abyss but the dark warrior resisted.
He took a breath. Poppyburst, Goldfish and Floodsight seemed to have some sort of plan in motion. He wasn't sure how they had found out about the kits escape, perhaps they saw her racing by while on patrol? Either way it was comforting to know others were there to render swift aid. They were making for a tree just on the edge of the shore overhanging the kits position. So what I can do know is.."Starrykit stay calm." The tom spoke loud and clear, his rolling voice bereft of anything but placidity. He needed her to be relaxed, so he knew he must appear the same. He let his fur lay flat, and controlled his breathing before speaking again. "Lots of warriors are here to rescue you, but I need you to do one thing for us. Stay still... The more you move the faster you will sink. I need you to be brave and trust us." He let his voice out over the marsh, hoping his presence would reassure the other three cats as well. If their attempt failed he would go in after Starrykit. He was one of RiverClans strongest swimmers. After all their was a reason he was named Wavebreaker. He would stake his life on that name, to clean up the mess he had somehow created.
Poppyburst - RiverClan Warrior
The Collector
Chill of Death
Kitty Softpaws Tier 2
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[ NOTICE: This post takes place after Poppyburst´s interactions w/ Dusklion and Goosestrike. ]
With a nod, Poppyburst took off, her tail flashes of black and ginger in the wind behind her. Kits these days. Leaving camp without permission and climbing up trees. Green eyes narrowing down to slits, the tortoiseshell emerged into a part of RiverClan´s territory known for its leaf-littered ground being covered with broken branches - and other tree parts.
Eyes landing on a thin branch, Poppyburst examined it. She grasped it between her jaws and bit down, the wood splintering in her mouth almost instantly. Spitting out the splinters of tree bark, Poppyburst´s ears twitched. Well, that didn´t work. It had been too old and rotten.
Spotting a much younger, thicker branch nearby, the RiverClanner padded over to it. She placed a paw on it, letting it trace the edges.
No splintering. Good.
Grasping it between her teeth, Poppyburst bit down, relieved that the branch refused to budge. This one was perfect, and it was nice and long. Green eyes filled with approval, Poppyburst raced back through the bushes and stopped beside Goldfish. ´´Here,´´ She mewed, slightly breathless. ´´It was on the ground. The first one I found was too rotten and splintered the moment I bit down on it to test it. This one is perfect, though. It´s nice and long, and it didn´t give way under pressure.´´
The warrior´s green eyes rounded with sympathy, then alarm as she recognized the silver tabby pelt of the kit. ´´Hey, Goldfish...´´ Poppyburst paused, her gaze never leaving the familiar fur. ´´Isn´t that Starrykit?´´
♤ Goldfish ♤ ♤The Ace of Spades♤ Go With The Flow | Agatha Kitty | Primal Instincts [Climbing] ____________________
First came Poppyburst jogging up, without question. Hm. Goldfish nodded to her as she approached, eyes appreciative. Next thing she knew over came Floodsight, who did indeed ask questions. “I don’t have a clue. Saw something out of the corner of my eye. But her scents leading that way. Thanks to the both of you for showing up. Now come on, time is of the essence.” Professed the feline, as she jerked her head n the direction of the faint, soft kitten scent smudged as the child must be aging. The Ace of Spades made a sharp whip around, and began to follow the scent with her head bowed at a quick pace, strides spread apart and nose occasionally brushing the feathery grass blades. It was strong, fresh, which was a good sign. Goldfish hadn’t kept track with if her patrol mates were following, too intent of searching for the runaway child. Go, go, go. No time to spare. Scenarios spin through her head at the speed of light but Goldfish plucked out the rash, unlikely ones. Her calm demeanor hadn’t left the scarred feline’s expression as she walked, but there was also a focused, intense look about her that showed she was acting purely on logic. No time for instinct. Thoughts were whirling through her head in an endless loop.
Punishment? Okay, injured? Dead, alive? Which kit? Her kit? Unlikely. But it still was a thought. In a matter of what felt like longer than what it was that blurred time she found a scent growing stronger, and- there. There, there they were! The kit was submerged in mud and a wave of the uncanny urge to lunge into the mud herself swept over the Ace of spades. “Hey, I found them!” she would shout, motioning with one paw toward the mud, but pushing that leg out to the side to alert the felllow rescuers not to come closer. ”Its slick. They sank down. If we fall in, that’s one more cat we have to rescue.” Goldfish growled, golden hues fixated on the slight indentation and slide marks that indicated that the child had fallen in. “We need a plan. Fast. Hey! Hey, it’s okay! We found you. Can you hear me?” She shouted, fur on her dappled spine rising slightly as she stared down. Her own paws were sliding where she stood now, so she took a step backwards, although she wanted to go forward it was clear that would be idiotic. Glancing around, Goldfish found her eyes settling on a tree with a branch hanging over the area… she could climb, but how or scoop the kit out without falling in herself..?
She gave a pause in order to give her patrol mates the chance to come up with something. But they needed to move quickly, so internally Goldfish was going over possible plans to rescue the child in time. What if she were to climb the tree with a stick.. a long one,, laying n the branch and hold the stick in place? Then one cat could hold on with their paws or jaws while grasping the kitten then pull it up. ”We need a branch, whatever happens. Poppyburst, go find a long stick. A really long one, nice and sturdy enough to support a large cat’s weight. Floodlight, you’re with me. Are you comfortable being dropped down there? From.. a tree?” Goldfish didn’t know if anyone else could climb so she didn’t want to risk it with anyone being unable to properly climb up and hang on while dragging a cat’s weight. But her voice was polite and quick, offering a choice. Floodlight seemed quite lightweight, so she would be a good choice. ”I won’t drop you.. if you don’t let go.” A wry attempt at keeping hopes high. But the whole time she would glance back over where Starrykit had sunken. Come on.. come on..
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Floodsight ✦ RiverClan | 21 moons | Mind Reader ; Beefed Up T1 ; empty slot
A kit? There they were, a small little thing stuck sinking in the mud. They had to act fast.
She'd listened to Goldfish's plan and it sounded pretty straight forward. All till... she wanted to support Floodsight on a stick? A little stunned. Sure, by all means to save the little one. Not going to lie, the silver warrior thought she'd suggest to prop the stick on the rock to act as a sort of seesaw to lift the kit out of the mud from a safe distance. But if this is was the Lionheart had decided on, then she'll follow. The silver molly wasn't going to take chances on switching a different plan, not when there's a kit's life in danger.
Floodsight glanced at the Lionheart, skeptical but she'll trust her clanmate. She gave the tortoiseshell molly a confident look before nodded, "I could, I will."
It didn't take to too long for Poppyburst to come back with a long stick. So it's on.
With no cats having come promptly to the warriors aid Wavebreaker did not bother wasting precious time sitting in the center of camp, not while Starrykits life was in danger. As soon as he realized backup was not on the way he had torn out of camp with all haste. His black form streaking through reeds and trampling the marshy grass under paw. I Hope Goldenwing was able to track her. The thought passed fleetingly through his head, he tried his best not to waste energy on worrying about why or how the kit had run from him. But it was difficult. All they had done was bring the snow colored kit some prey, aside from Wavebreaker saying a few gentle words to her of reassurance. As his large body thundered on, his long spiral tail angled behind him to keep his balance in the muddy conditions.
With his mouth open, even through hard breaths he managed to keep track of Goldenwings scent markers. And there seemed to be others too. The speckled warrior skidded to a halt just before the marsh deepened, his deep blue eyes glimpsing what had begun to unfold at a rapid pace. He couldn't see Goldenwing, but Wavebreaker did notice Starrykits small grey spotted pelt wrestling underneath the mud of the marsh. His heartbeat pounded quickly, as his mind bounced to images of his former apprentice Shrewpaw. Her small grey white body, shivering and breathless until the very light had faded from her eyes on the banks of RiverClans own camp. No I won't let that happen again! All his muscles flexed urging him to jump into the muddy abyss but the dark warrior resisted.
He took a breath. Poppyburst, Goldfish and Floodsight seemed to have some sort of plan in motion. He wasn't sure how they had found out about the kits escape, perhaps they saw her racing by while on patrol? Either way it was comforting to know others were there to render swift aid. They were making for a tree just on the edge of the shore overhanging the kits position. So what I can do know is.."Starrykit stay calm." The tom spoke loud and clear, his rolling voice bereft of anything but placidity. He needed her to be relaxed, so he knew he must appear the same. He let his fur lay flat, and controlled his breathing before speaking again. "Lots of warriors are here to rescue you, but I need you to do one thing for us. Stay still... The more you move the faster you will sink. I need you to be brave and trust us." He let his voice out over the marsh, hoping his presence would reassure the other three cats as well. If their attempt failed he would go in after Starrykit. He was one of RiverClans strongest swimmers. After all their was a reason he was named Wavebreaker. He would stake his life on that name, to clean up the mess he had somehow created.
Cats... meows... high-pitched voices... and the slimy, sticky sensation that wanted to drag her down, down, down.
She could hear, but couldn't understand any voice. So many blurred pelts in front of her, and she couldn't stop kicking and pawing at the mud and the air with heat and rush, whining like the small kit she was.
Oh, Starrykit was young, but there were few kits of her age so small in size. And that definitely helped the devil drag her away from her clan, her clanmates, but... not her family. Because she didn't have a family anymore... right.
Suddenly, she slowly ceased her movements and stopped shrieking. The others were telling her just to do that, but no one was understanding what her hollow gaze was bringing into it.
Now that she noticed it, the slimy sensation was warm... almost hugging her, promising to bring her to a peaceful place where she could hopefully meet Elderkit again. She had decided she didn't need Mistyshard anymore, but she still missed her sister because she'd been her whole world her entire life.
She watched and finally brought the warriors into focus. One was starting to climb a nearby tree, carrying a long branch in their mouth. A little part of her was curious about what they were going to do, but she didn't really care as she should've done.
She raised her head to the sky, letting the rain fall into her blue eyes and into her ears. It didn't annoy her anymore.
Starclan? Was it the place she was going and she would be reunited with Elderkit? Did it count even if she didn't know whether this place truly existed? What had become of her dear sister? Her bones rested in a place... a place called Sleepy Thicket. Oh, how sorry she was that they wouldn't rest together. Because the darkness that was welcoming Starrykit now was like nothing else.
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