Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 42 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
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[Grousepaw - @redshiftreign ]
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Mistlewhisker glanced around, noting the setting sun. It seemed as though Glowingpaw was not going to show up. Mistlewhisker stood, flexing her shoulders in a stretch before turning to Grousepaw. “We need to head back. Patrols will be reporting to you.” Mistlewhisker moved towards camp, then paused. What was she to say? Glowingpaw would turn up? With all the missing cats and attacks recently, she doubted that statement. It was clear Grousepaw was hesitant. The deputy sighed internally, moving towards Grousepaw. “We have a duty to the clan.” She murmured, meeting their gaze. “That duty comes before anything else.” They had to go.
GROUSEPAW THE TRAILBLAZER
⋆˖ The Fool ˖⋆ SILVER TONGUE - JUST A SCRATCH - BURN, BABY, BURN
"now i'm pretty sure there isn't gonna be some little fix, the game wasn't rigged by accident."
grousepaw did not want to leave. frantic, amber eyes flickered across the landmark desperate and hungry like fire to dry kindling. he had spent the past few moons swallowing down the spit-fire coals on his tongue, and they were burning him alive from the inside out. all that smoke had to go somewhere, and it made him dizzy.
don't panic. don't panic. don't panic. grouse was good at keeping his head on his shoulders, but he couldn't help the panic that bubbled up, frightened and suffocating like the smoke in his lungs. like the ire he swallowed down.
that one phrase. . . pissed him off more than any slight could. it made him want to wretch up every stifled flame and burn the whole world down in a flood of fire and fury. the clan? that's what she's worried about? the stars-damned clan?
but she had a point, grouse conceded. through gritted teeth and bristling fur, he swallowed hard like hot stones.
but how he yearned to shed that responsibility he had so fervently agreed too and parade through the forest hunting for his kin, yelling profanities about the absurdity of this mortal coil, futile subjugation under a tyrant. imposed ideals and notions that held no real bearing. he hated it. he hated all of it.
he wanted his brother.
he was overreacting.
"okay." he said, with a non-negligible amount of tired resignation. glowingpaw knew his way around the territory. . . he could. . . they could find their way home.
grouse hoped. and had his doubts. and felt dread curl into his chest.
he turned wordlessly and streaked with long, purposed strides towards camp, eyes equally firey and devastated. our duty to the clan comes first? what a joke.
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grousepaw is shadowclan's medicine cat apprentice
they and mossfreckle have a semi-closed den policy.
Just when she thought she could sleep. Boom, herb patrol. She would've grunted in protest if her paws still felt the irritation of the stinging nettles, but they didn't. A miracle, Mudslide would've chewed off her own paws if that pain carried on any longer. Rookfire was taking her out to Evergreen Grotto, and Mudslide still felt oddly unsure of the name of the area. It was a short walk, and her long legs allowed her longer strides. She kept her eyes focused on whatever was infront of her and avoided Rookfire's gaze entirely unless she was spoken to, but the same couldn't be said for Rookfire himself.
He just kept looking at her and it made her want to bolt ahead of him or turn right back around and run for camp. She felt his gaze on her pelt, and she took the opportunity to once again curse her unfortunate genetics. Why couldn't she just be insignificant? Just another cat in a large and overly crowded clearing. But nooooo, life just hated her too much for that. So, she padded on, her oriental ears flicking every once in a while or whenever a bird chirped overhead.
Shouting distance? Mudslide internally winced. She couldn't shout, she could barely talk. She slowed her pace and offered the enforcer an acknowledging nod. Holding his gaze was far harder compared to other cats, especially since she saw herself in his features, like an oddly distorted mirror. It was creepy, new, it gave her hope, and she didn't like it. She ducked away from him as soon as she could, not even giving him a second glance. Quiet paws rustled between blades of grass as she kept her head low and searched for moss. It took her twenty seconds.
ROLLING FOR HARVESTABILITY... MUDSLIDE ROLLED A 20
(harvest complete!)
ROLLING FOR CONDITIONS... MUDSLIDE ROLLED A 14
(slightly damaged, but usable)
[+1 moss]
ROLLING FOR HARVESTABILITY... MUDSLIDE ROLLED A 20
(harvest complete!)
ROLLING FOR CONDITIONS... MUDSLIDE ROLLED A 13
(completely intact!)
[+1 moss]
mudslide remained silent, rookfire was growing uncomfortable. he liked quiet companions, not silent. stars had he rather said goodbye to his pride and begged mossfreckle, who he was quite sure would not step foot out of camp with rookfire alone, to tag along instead.. though tragically, not was too late so he just turned to get to collecting. now, the bad thing was (besides mudslides complete and utter silence) that between all the thoughts and discomfort, the specific herbs he had come here for had slipped his mind, or maybe his roleplayer simply forgot to assign specific herbs for this particular one. after a bit of mindless wandering trying to get his head straight, both regarding the lingering confusion around mossfreckle and the very much still present discomfort around mudslide. he shouldnt be acting like this, rookfire was an enforcer after all, and with a murderer still roaming the forest, he ought to focus on more than the way mudslide reminded him of his mother and mossfreckle made him feel weird sometimes. a sign escaped rooks maw and he almost (focus on ALMOST) stumbled over a thick stick. 'might as well' there was no battle in the foreseeable future, but cats managed to break their limbs all the time..
for simplicities sake, rookfire decided to just collect chervil, he had spent an awful lot of time just wandering around and at least he knew where he could find that around here. chervil was collected easily enough, it wasnt his favourite herb for no reason, and he was back to thinking about something else to collect.
[ rolls: 3x for chervil: 13, 15, 18. open slots: 4 ]
[ collected: 1 sturdy stick, 3 chervil ]
mudslide remained silent, rookfire was growing uncomfortable. he liked quiet companions, not silent. stars had he rather said goodbye to his pride and begged mossfreckle, who he was quite sure would not step foot out of camp with rookfire alone, to tag along instead.. though tragically, not was too late so he just turned to get to collecting. now, the bad thing was (besides mudslides complete and utter silence) that between all the thoughts and discomfort, the specific herbs he had come here for had slipped his mind, or maybe his roleplayer simply forgot to assign specific herbs for this particular one. after a bit of mindless wandering trying to get his head straight, both regarding the lingering confusion around mossfreckle and the very much still present discomfort around mudslide. he shouldnt be acting like this, rookfire was an enforcer after all, and with a murderer still roaming the forest, he ought to focus on more than the way mudslide reminded him of his mother and mossfreckle made him feel weird sometimes. a sign escaped rooks maw and he almost (focus on ALMOST) stumbled over a thick stick. 'might as well' there was no battle in the foreseeable future, but cats managed to break their limbs all the time..
for simplicities sake, rookfire decided to just collect chervil, he had spent an awful lot of time just wandering around and at least he knew where he could find that around here. chervil was collected easily enough, it wasnt his favourite herb for no reason, and he was back to thinking about something else to collect.
[ rolls: 3x for chervil: 13, 15, 18. open slots: 4 ]
[ collected: 1 sturdy stick, 3 chervil ]
Mudslide
She, Her\Warrior\15 moons\Shadowclan
"I miss the yellow. I miss the yellin' and the shake downs."
Mudslide was more than happy that Rookfire hadn't decided to fill the air with useless and uncomfortable conversation, it was probably one of the best things about this outing. The wet soil in the area was probably the closest Shadowclan would ever be to getting back in there marshy territory. It's not like she missed it, but feeling a wet undertone to the ground made her oddly nostalgic. It was weird but not entirely unwelcome?
Since Mudslide already had two clumps of moss in her jaws, she decided to give herself something a bit more interesting to look for. The only herbs she knew of were limited to three, including moss, and she had no idea what any of them did. Mudslide had never been inside of the medicine den, let alone treated, so she wouldn't know. That was unless Roachflare got injured in someway, then she'd be in there was much as that weird smelling Mossfreckle would let her. Which should be constantly, but Mudslide didn't make the rules, and she didn't want to, not clan rules anyways. That just gave cats a reason to question her, the last thing she wanted.
The she-cat lingered around the bases of cedar trees, her blue eyes wide in her tireless search for anything remotely interesting and comfortably new. Then she saw something, tall and stalky and leaves that fanned out like a feather. Er... More like a tail. It was green and perhaps smelly enough to be considered a herb. Weirdly enough, it was somewhat sweet to her nose, a genuine surprise. Mudslide wasn't about to yell to get the enforcers attention, she just couldn't. So, she kneeled down and readied herself for success or failure.
ROLLING FOR HARVESTABILITY... MUDSLIDE ROLLED A 20
(harvest complete!)
ROLLING FOR CONDITIONS... MUDSLIDE ROLLED A 17
(completely intact!)
[+1 horsetail]
As all herbs, this one tasted absolutely horrible, so Mudslide tried her best to keep the herb as far away from her tongue as possible. "Rookfire..." Mudslide whispered, her voice barely audible with the bundle of herbs in her jaws. Just encase the enforcer couldn't hear her (he was missing a whole entire ear, she couldn't imagine hearing would be easy) she raised a paw and nudged his good shoulder, and she did it twice. Goodness, she felt like a kit.
[Inventory - 2 moss, 1 horsetail]
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❝And the cats kill one by one!❞
- Hartebeest by Yalokre
Birdpaw
ShadowClan
she/her | 8 moons | 57/100
[Blue-grey tabby with dark blue overcoat, white underside and amber eyes] Purrks: Lyrebird's Lullaby [PERMANENTLY ACTIVE]
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Fool ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Burningnight - @redshiftreign ] [Bitternpaw - @silver. ] [Wispypaw - @Kix ]
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Birdpaw would have been getting worried about the warrior for their patrol not showing up had she had the capacity to worry at all. Birdpaw was more interested in the little bug crawling over her paw than whether or not they would go on patrol.
But once Burningnight appeared, Birdpaw leapt up (sending the bug flying) and grinned. "Hooray! Let's go!" Without waiting, the small, newly 8 moon old apprentice (who only just turned 8 because of back aging to fit in the Ark family dynamic) trotted into the territory with everyone not far behind her.
She didn't stray too far (she was stupid, but not dumb) and soon enough everyone was at the Grotto. Birdpaw immediately jumped into scenting for prey, excitement making her paws tingle.
Catching the scent of a mouse, Birdpaw dropped into her hunter's crouch and skittered across the forest floor towards her prey. Leaping in a big, rather unecessary arc, Birdpaw slammed down onto the mouse and killed it with a swift bite.
[Birdpaw gained +1 mouse!]
Burying that, Birdpaw sought out her next victim. She quickly caught the scent of a bird--a bird! Hey, she was a bird!--and stalked along the scent line until she heard tweeting coming from a patch of tall grass. She could see the brown and grey feathers as the bird hopped around and pecked at the ground. For a moment, Birdpaw studied the creature she was named after. Oh, to have no worries and only repeatedly slam your face into the ground to find worms. What a life.
The bird died swiftly, Birdpaw snagging it with her claws and killing it with a bite to the neck. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a sparrow. Cool!
[Birdpaw gained +1 sparrow! 2/5 carrying capacity filled] [I've given us an extension until august 12th :thumb up: ]
Mudslide was more than happy that Rookfire hadn't decided to fill the air with useless and uncomfortable conversation, it was probably one of the best things about this outing. The wet soil in the area was probably the closest Shadowclan would ever be to getting back in there marshy territory. It's not like she missed it, but feeling a wet undertone to the ground made her oddly nostalgic. It was weird but not entirely unwelcome?
Since Mudslide already had two clumps of moss in her jaws, she decided to give herself something a bit more interesting to look for. The only herbs she knew of were limited to three, including moss, and she had no idea what any of them did. Mudslide had never been inside of the medicine den, let alone treated, so she wouldn't know. That was unless Roachflare got injured in someway, then she'd be in there was much as that weird smelling Mossfreckle would let her. Which should be constantly, but Mudslide didn't make the rules, and she didn't want to, not clan rules anyways. That just gave cats a reason to question her, the last thing she wanted.
The she-cat lingered around the bases of cedar trees, her blue eyes wide in her tireless search for anything remotely interesting and comfortably new. Then she saw something, tall and stalky and leaves that fanned out like a feather. Er... More like a tail. It was green and perhaps smelly enough to be considered a herb. Weirdly enough, it was somewhat sweet to her nose, a genuine surprise. Mudslide wasn't about to yell to get the enforcers attention, she just couldn't. So, she kneeled down and readied herself for success or failure.
ROLLING FOR HARVESTABILITY... MUDSLIDE ROLLED A 20
(harvest complete!)
ROLLING FOR CONDITIONS... MUDSLIDE ROLLED A 17
(completely intact!)
[+1 horsetail]
As all herbs, this one tasted absolutely horrible, so Mudslide tried her best to keep the herb as far away from her tongue as possible. "Rookfire..." Mudslide whispered, her voice barely audible with the bundle of herbs in her jaws. Just encase the enforcer couldn't hear her (he was missing a whole entire ear, she couldn't imagine hearing would be easy) she raised a paw and nudged his good shoulder, and she did it twice. Goodness, she felt like a kit.
[Inventory - 2 moss, 1 horsetail]
ROOKFIRE
the mindless wandering continued, mind equally drifting off to float aimlessly in thought whilst also being annoyed that he was losing focus this easily. another stick joined the collection and rookfire thought about goldfish for the first time in moons since he had arrived here. he was searching for the flare in emotion, expecting a clench of his heart or maybe the dull feeling of guilt to wash over him, but. well, there was nothing.. goldfish was no different than any other riverclanner. whilst fadingsun still stood at the forefront and made up the primary source and direction of his anger, the rest of riverclan had melted together and merged into one mass that represented no more than what he lost. who betrayed him. who was worth sinking claws into..all except one. stars it had been month and he felt like a different cat entirely, but marigoldkit he still held close to his heart. two poppies joined the collection and he returned to where the two of them had split to look for something there.
before he was ever able to properly think about his next move (though it was probably to search the trees for cobwebs), mudslide had approached him from behind, rasping his name around the herbs in her maw and nudging his shoulder twice. the touch wasnt necesarry, the ear that hadnt been torn off was still working properly thank you very much, but accepted without complaint. "everything okay? nice horsetail you got there" he nodded in the vague direction of the bundle of herbs held securely between mudslides jaws. impatiently waiting for a response and hoping to be able to return to camp soon because his roleplayer really wants to mark this as finished.
the mindless wandering continued, mind equally drifting off to float aimlessly in thought whilst also being annoyed that he was losing focus this easily. another stick joined the collection and rookfire thought about goldfish for the first time in moons since he had arrived here. he was searching for the flare in emotion, expecting a clench of his heart or maybe the dull feeling of guilt to wash over him, but. well, there was nothing.. goldfish was no different than any other riverclanner. whilst fadingsun still stood at the forefront and made up the primary source and direction of his anger, the rest of riverclan had melted together and merged into one mass that represented no more than what he lost. who betrayed him. who was worth sinking claws into..all except one. stars it had been month and he felt like a different cat entirely, but marigoldkit he still held close to his heart. two poppies joined the collection and he returned to where the two of them had split to look for something there.
before he was ever able to properly think about his next move (though it was probably to search the trees for cobwebs), mudslide had approached him from behind, rasping his name around the herbs in her maw and nudging his shoulder twice. the touch wasnt necesarry, the ear that hadnt been torn off was still working properly thank you very much, but accepted without complaint. "everything okay? nice horsetail you got there" he nodded in the vague direction of the bundle of herbs held securely between mudslides jaws. impatiently waiting for a response and hoping to be able to return to camp soon because his roleplayer really wants to mark this as finished.
Mudslide didn't respond, she merely nodded before trotting off again. Horsetail huh? Funny name. Its not what she would've called it, but why would she want to name a plant of all things? The warrior then turned up to the sky, her eyes landing on the high branches of the cedar tree. Ha. Ha ha. What would she name it? If she could, might as well right? Try it out? Feel important? No. No. Not important. She wasn't important. She didn't want to be. Maybe she was lonely? No, no, no. She wasn't that either. She didn't.... She wasn't... Ugh, she was naming a tree. She was insane. Something was obviously wrong with her, just like they said. They were right. She stuck out. She bled, she was uselessly useless. And even.... Mudslide twisted her face up into a scowl. "Lies." She managed, her words more chocked than she would've liked, more raw. Today was the day mother came to haunt her, gripping at her neck and making her eyes sting like so long ago. I am hidden, I am safe, nocat knows what I will do. Nocat knows my thoughts, that makes me safe. But they do see her. They hate her.
"Going." Mudslide rasped, breaking into a haste gallop, only stopping when she realized how small the enforcer had become as she ran farther and farther away from him. Mudslide pressed her paws against moist ground, nearly slipping, and her face still held the oddly horrified and resentful expression, twisted up into ugly knots. She couldn't settle her face, she couldn't wind down. They were onto her. Again. She should've stayed in bed, should've beckoned Rookfire away from her mossbed so that nocat would have to see the absolute mess she was.
She flicked her long tail behind her and stared at Rookfire until he caught up with her, if he ever did. She needed time to think anyways, he could take all day and she wouldn't care. It would take moons to sort out all of this.
[Inventory - 2 moss, 1 horsetail]
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❝And the cats kill one by one!❞
- Hartebeest by Yalokre
Okay. Time to hunt. As much as he wanted to question the warrior that they were sent out with, he decides it's better to just focus on the task at hand. So he does.
[ Bitternpaw rolled a 15 to hunt. ]
Almost immediately he catches a whiff of something nearby. Mouse, it smells like. And just as Birdpaw sets off, so does he, lowered into a crouch and slowly moving forward toward the trail that he had started upon. Soon enough he comes across not one, but two, mice amongst the foliage. It seems as though they are oblivious to his arrival, continuing to nibble at what he can only assume is some kind of herb. Stupid rodents... Shadowclan needed those herbs more than they did! They weren't for eating!
Frustrated by the waste of resources he pounces at one of the mice, pinning it beneath his weight. Before the other one can get away his front paws shoot out to stop it, claws hooking into it's flesh. One by one he bites down to kill them, a purr of approval rolling from his throat as he looks over his haul so far.
[ Bitternpaw rolled a 13 to continue hunting. ]
Wait a second... Is that another mouse he smells nearby? They sure seemed to like this spot on Shadowclan territory. An ear flicking in the direction he can hear scurrying, he quickly moves to bury his kill before returning to a hunter's position and moving toward the movement.
This one seems more aware, much to his dismay. Perhaps it smelled the blood of it's kin not too far off. But no matter-- it would join the others. Coming upon it, careful not to step on anything as he moves, he watches it scurry to and fro. As if it were looking for something. His head tilts in confusion, wondering what it was looking for, but maybe this was the distraction he needed. It's a bit far away but with some practiced stealthing and patience...
He lunges at the rodent, getting it by the tail. That one, too, is ended quickly and he trots back to where the others are buried to retrieve his previous catches. Surely this would be enough for now? If not, he could always track down more but until he is told otherwise he will wait for the rest of the patrol to regroup.
Wispypaw I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere
But you can't catch me now + she/her + No purrks
Wispypaw didn't say a word as they followed after the other two, the warrior with them probably following behind them. They had questions for the adult but right now wasn't the time. Hunting was more important at the very moment for now they'd focus on that and then ask later. Or they may have to answer to the deputy either way it wasn't their current task. With a sneer on their face that probably could kill a cat, the blind paw went off in their own direction with a sniff of the air. Like natural they kept an ear out to listen for other sounds and if the others in the patrol called for anything.
[ Rolled a 13 ]
Right away they caught the scent of a small prey animal, maybe mice or a vole. Wispypaw couldn't tell since it had a different scent to it and they couldn't physically see what it was. Honestly, they didn't care what it was, as long as it was edible and not something bigger than them. Going down into a hunter's crouch like they were taught, they inched forward slowly. Once they've noted the scent getting stronger and the sounds of rustling becoming clear they stopped moving. All it took was a quick moment for them to lung and slam their paws down on this small creature, snapping its neck in one sitting. Even with it in their mouth they couldn't tell what kind of prey animal it was, oh well it was food now. Letting out a huff Wispypaw stashed away their first caught prey in a safe spot to come back to later.
[ Rolled a 15 to continue ]
Like they were just going to go back home with one measly little prey, that wouldn't do in their eyes. Once more they sniffed the air for a whiff of another creature for them to snatch. It didn't take long for them to catch a new scent, this one with an earthly smell to it, so something that messed with the dirt below. They dropped down into the crouch again and slowly slinked forward, feeling to avoid small obstacles on the forest floor. This time it didn't take long for the paw to come upon the small animal, oddly they could tell it was low-lying. With quick action they rushed forward, paws slapping down on a long slim tail and feeling it writhe below their feet. This thing was a snake, weird to feel it wriggling around but oh well more food for them. With a bite to its head, Wispypaw picked its limp rope-like body up and hid it with the other caught prey.
Tufted ear twitched at the sound of scuttling around the grass and fallen leaves, the paw didn't have to go searching. The stupid creature wasn't even trying to hide its presence, that was sad, reminded them of a few of their clanmates. There ought to be some dark places around this forest, there always were, and that is what they used to slink their way towards the noise maker. Once it was obvious by the prominent scent and the fact that its noise making was a bit louder, they stopped and readied to lung. Like countless times before with the leap and a quick but harsh pin to the ground, Wispy had the squirrel's head in her maw before snapping it. With a lash of their tail, they picked up the limp body before they went to collect the rest of their catch.
Three pieces of prey felt pretty good in their eyes, it made up for the late start so all should be good. Wispypaw would have tried for more but they would not push their luck, it only went so far before it would run out. For now, they had a blank face as they collected the other two dead bodies and went to join both their sister and the other apprentice. Now they had to wait for the warrior who had shown up late.
BURNINGNIGHT THE AFTERMATH
he/they/it | shadowclan warrior | 19 moons
lyrebird's lullaby, the collector, shadow fiend
@Mica @silver. @Kix
dizzy. tired. dizzy. hot. it's scorching hot out here, isn't it? scorching hot, burning beneath ash-coloured fur right to the heart. suffocating.
it's suffocating.
he's burning alive. the sun paints down on dark fur like an oven, cooking him inside his dark pelt. burningnight has given his name true meaning today, withering away to nothing but cinders on the breeze.
honestly, he wasn't even paying attention much. he turned and split off from the patrol to hunt, mind solidly filled with only the thought of his misery.
he nosed through the underbrush for prey, exhaustion in every step.
[burningnight rolled: 19, 9, 3, 9, 20, 17, 3, 5]
his luck was abysmal today, fumbling over prey left and right. normally, he was a good hunter. not today, it seemed.
in the end, he turned up with nothing but 2 mice and a sparrow to show for his effort.
returning to the group, he swayed slightly on long limbs and nodded for them to follow back to camp.
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grousepaw is shadowclan's medicine cat apprentice
they and mossfreckle have a semi-closed den policy.
Re: Evergreen Grotto
