• Springpaw •
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
Purrks: Herbal Knowledge - Tier 1 | The Collector [active] | Mind Reader [active]
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Springpaw’s heart ached as she heard the sorrow drenching in her leader's voice, Springpaw’s lips curling into a small frown as Bumblestar made her request. It wasn’t hard for Springpaw to tell that the leader cared deeply for the molly, and it was quite clear as ice that she was wanting to know if she was going to be alright. “Of course, I’ll make sure to keep you updated on her status.” she retorted, her tone even as she spoke. She didn’t want to say anything further about the matter for it would make the leader more upset that she already was in the given situation. Springpaw herself had already been worrying that Gentledoe was going to make a fine recovery, but it was good enough that she would be able to keep in mind that she’ll let Bumblestar know of her current status. “I’ll be sure to let her know when she wakes up that you're hoping that she pulls through, only if that’s completely alright with you.” she spoke again, her lips briefly curling upwards into a short, content smile to hopefully make the conversation more uplifted than what it currently was. The currently gloomy atmosphere could definitely use some encouragement from how it currently was.
At least the current state of gloom was uplifted when the leader showed her appreciation for the answer that Springpaw gave her, the young calico’s smile lifting up more from the leader’s offer to help around with the den in case both of the medicine cats needed it, Springpaw eagerly nodding from her offer. “Of course! I'll swing right by to come get you in case we are ever in a dire need of an extra pair of paws in the den. I really appreciate the offer, thank you.” she drifted her eyes shut with content, grinning from ear to ear. “However, if you want any ideas on some herbs that could help you out in case you are by yourself, I can offer you some that I learned! It would do you some good in case you have yourself stuck in some trouble and neither Drizzlecloud or I are able to get there in time to help you. Although, I don’t think that’ll happen quite often as far as I can tell.” she gave out a rumbled, raspy purr, whisking the white tip of her tail as she rambled on thoughtfully. She would definitely give out some herbal remedies for the leader if she wanted, and it would give her some notice of how far she is in her training. That’s something that Springpaw thought would do her leader some good.
Springpaw’s brief moment of optimism paused when the leader had begun to speak about her injuries, the calico listening on her response and slowly nodding away from her retort. Well, if Bumblestar was fine, then that was good. It meant that she wasn’t going to risk dying at some point due to an infection possibly spreading out through any of her healing wounds. Of course, if anything were to ever happen to the leader, they always had Alderstep, right? He would be able to help keep the clan in check while Bumblestar was off getting her injuries checked out or something along the lines of that. Nonetheless, at least Springpaw got informed that Bumblestar was healing up well. “Well, at least you're healing up well. I’m sure that Drizzlecloud would have already tried to drag you back into the medicine den if that weren’t the case. She did that with Alderstep and boy was she ticked off when he didn’t bother to go see if his wounds were alright. She was more angry than a badger.” Springpaw explained, silently gesturing the amount of ‘how ticked Drizzlecloud was’ with a foreclaw. It was a small line scraped along the dirt, but it was more than enough to gesture how ticked off the molly can get if no one gets into the den if they bore any crucial injuries. “That little snippet alone was more than enough to teach me to never get on my mentor's bad side.” she snorted, rolling her shoulders briefly as she prepared to tuck her paw back beneath herself.
However, the little action was paused when she noticed that the leader had subtly pushed the shrew over towards her direction, puzzlement welling up in the calico’s eyes. Her lips quivered as she felt a question abruptly rolling up her throat, only to shut her jaws when the leader had already begun to answer her succumbing questions. Blinking incessantly, the calico briefly glanced down towards the shrew before looking back up towards the leader, a smile growing among her lips, “Thanks, Bumblestar.” She extended a forepaw and grew the shrew closer to her, looking back down towards the shrew. She wasn’t going to eat it yet before she left the den. She didn’t want to make any potential messes inside of her leader’s den now, did she? It wasn’t hard for the young molly to see how potentially awkward it made the sudden situation, but she didn’t decide to mention it, only to clear her throat as she averted her eyes back up towards the direction of Bumblestar. “So… how does it feel living inside of a den like this? Does it feel comfortable? I mean, you sleep inside of a log so it has to feel like some sort of home, right? If the questions are weird, you don’t need to answer them. Just curious, that’s all.” it was a question that had been threatening to slip her mouth the moment she entered the den, but she wasn’t quite sure if it would exactly be appropriate to ask. Of course, her ongoing curiosity got the best of her, and it slipped anyways. It wasn’t like she could really help it, after all.
v-Cracklepaw-v
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Letting his large white paws guide his way back into camp, Cracklepaw dropped off his trophy in the apprentice den. Knowing Bumblestar wouldn't allow his trophy to remain, he shoved the pelt under his heap of bedding and hoped for the best. Now he could only pray his prize would remain hidden from any snitches that dare snoop around his nest. Moving on, he briefly glanced at the nursery; silently contemplating if he should tell Mapleface about his return. Though tempting, he decided against it. He was currently a bloody mess, and the sight would probably send her into a panic. He certainly didn't want that. Hmmm.. He supposed seeing his sister would have to wait... So, in the meantime he chose to speak to Bumblestar.
Padding up to the entrance, his eyes glowed in the half light. Sticking his head into the den, he let a small grin flicker across his bloody face. " Bumblestar! GUESS WHAT!" he began, not caring to check if the leader was even awake. It was obvious his news was far more important than her stupid sleep! Any sensible person would know that! The tom huffed out a laugh as he decided her guess wasn't worth his time, so generously filling her in with a proud expression, he spoke "I killed someone! But not just ANYONE, no, no, NO! I KILLED SHADOWCLAN FILTH THAT WAS TRESPASSING!! HA!" Cracking up with laughter, a bit of mania lit his eyes. " I did it ALL by myself! THEY DIDN'T STAND A CHANCE! " Shoulders shaking, he let his laughter draw on for a second or two before deadpanning a flat grin in her direction; Cackles abruptly falling quiet." So.... Are you proud of me Bumblestar?" Eyes wide, he anticipated an answer. All his hard and amazing work should, and would be appreciated! Everyone needed to know how loyal he was, and how willing he was to SHRED anyone that threatened Thunderclan!
Ghostpaw traipsed in, her muscles bunched in a slight wary pose, in case the leader's den had traps or anything to protect the valuable ThunderClan leader. She was gonna tell the Bumblestar why she could totally be a Hornet. She relaxed her pose forcibly, her brush of a tail sweeping the ground, clearly longer than her strong legs. Taking a deep breath that rustled the lynx-points of her ears, the silvery 'paw stepped forwards, and barely caught herself from tripping over her massive paws. yeesh, gotta get that fixed up, or I'll look like a dumb tottering kit finding her paws, Ghostie thought, irritation quickly tamped down.
"Right, sorry about that, Bumble...star. These paws can sometimes get in the way, though they are good for other things. I just popped in to kinda explain why I'm a good candidate for a Hornet. Permission to proceed?" the apprentice asked, her flicking ears betraying her apprehensiveness. Worry that she would be turned down. Cuz after all, she was a newcomer, right?
No. She had every right to be a Hornet as much as any Clanborn kitty. She had experience and drive, so the 'paw hoped that was good enough to be considered as a candidate.
You know, Bumblestar really couldn't decide if she liked cats just barging into her den whenever they wanted or cats who waited patiently outside more. The former was rarely surprising, she could hear whoever it was coming from a mile away if she really strained her ears, but it was also sometimes irritating; on the other paw, having a heads up was nice, but she didn't want to coax someone to step inside as if they were going to catch fire the second they pushed past the lichen.
She poked her head out through the current of vegetation to twitch her whiskers at Wolfmist. "Don't just stand out there, you doofus. C'mere, I don't wanna talk to you through a wall of leaves." Leaves. Lichen. Same thing, right? Whatever.
Doofus? That was a new one. Wolfmist would have to ask Pebbleshine, she probably knew what it meant.
When was the last time he saw Pebs?
Having been officially granted permission, the warrior padded in. “We found a shallow ravine.. but I don’t think it’s viable territory for now. There was a group of, ah, coyotes..?” At least, he thought that’s what they were. He’d only ever heard stories about coyotes, but the description seemed to match. “We didn’t want to risk the fight.” Hopefully that was the right decision - perhaps a bit more meek than what a warrior should do but he knew firsthand how nasty canines could be and he’d have to be dragged down into that ravine before he attempted to fight any of those mutts.
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Well it was nice Bumblestar could have a little mercy for the poor kicked puppy at least so Mudhound happily forgot and moved on. Dwelling wasnt their thing anyway.
The continued jabs got some poking right back, though it was intentional on Mudhounds end, the fluff for brains did not have the.... Zest? To be really pointedly sassy. Thats why the ditz's response was only sassy on accident "Thats why I want you to eat the squirrel! I think its an eating thing! Grandma always said I never stopped eating as a kit and grew like a weed so I think you didnt eat as much and stayed little! The trick is you gotta eat until your belly is super full even if youre not hungry! If you do Im sure you'll grow bigger and not be just under Dawnstars belly!" Not how it works Mudhound also an unintentional oof? Like it wasnt meant to be harmful but that was like cuttingly sassy especially when you know it was honest and meant to be advice?
It'd also explain why Mudhound, despite joining moons ago and upkeeping a rigorous warrior lifestyle kept a fair amount of pudge on their cheeks and belly. Like they werent fat or out of shape, just carrying some chub from an outsider life that obviously fed well.
"Also, whatsa shrimp? Is that what the call your" The warrior nodded to their entire body "deal thing?" Mudhound meant transgender, not knowing the word but that too could be taken as unintentionally sassy and not just brainlessly honest. Foot meet mouth but it was probably a very good thing the subject was changed.
The big and flashy comment got a giggle but the question on family got the tripod to full on perk up, eyes suddenly brighter. "You dont know Bumble-sis? Our entire family was from shadowclan, our siblings are the only ones to be born out of there in like three generations? Mom, Grandma, Grandpa, and our great grands were all born in shadowclan but like most ended up leaving later in life. Mom left as Dogpaw and became Dogspirit in thunderclan, Grandma Houndspirit or Houndsong left before even then but joined thunderclan with mom. Grandpa Bumblebelly (youre named after him) left and joined riverclan but Grandma said she didnt mind that. The great grands were bad so they dont matter."
Hornetstings 'deal had been explained to the tripod but honestly they didnt think he really mattered, he was dead and a jerk, let him be forgotten.
"I can explain more if you wanna know, its kinda interesting."
"It's not an eating thing, I'm pretty sure I just got unlucky," Bumblestar countered, ears swiveling out and back around. "Stop it with that or I'm gonna make you eat this instead of subtly suggesting it. Plus, I already murdered Dawnstar once, 'n I can do it just as easily again. Bein' smaller helps. I could just get underneath her and-"
She cut herself off. She had a feeling that describing how she could essentially disembowel a cat would make Mudhound ill, even if that cat was Dawnstar, and she didn't want to be the cause of that if she could help it. Instead, Bumblestar rolled her shoulders and cleared her throat. "Nevermind."
Mudhound's next comment made her tilt her head, eyes narrowing in confusion. "What- 'deal thing'?" she echoed, not really understanding the question. "Y'mean the being small?"
Whatever they meant wasn't really a concern to her. Her attention was dragged away from it anyways when Mudhound carried on about ShadowClan. No, of course she didn't know. How could she know? Her mother died and she could hardly remember her face; any potential father was never around, or never showed himself if he was; her siblings were either dead or gone; Mudhound was the only blood she had near her.
Her tail tapped the ground behind her. "I didn't... realize I was named after somebody." Hadn't expected it to be a RiverClanner, either. Interesting.
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Letting his large white paws guide his way back into camp, Cracklepaw dropped off his trophy in the apprentice den. Knowing Bumblestar wouldn't allow his trophy to remain, he shoved the pelt under his heap of bedding and hoped for the best. Now he could only pray his prize would remain hidden from any snitches that dare snoop around his nest. Moving on, he briefly glanced at the nursery; silently contemplating if he should tell Mapleface about his return. Though tempting, he decided against it. He was currently a bloody mess, and the sight would probably send her into a panic. He certainly didn't want that. Hmmm.. He supposed seeing his sister would have to wait... So, in the meantime he chose to speak to Bumblestar.
Padding up to the entrance, his eyes glowed in the half light. Sticking his head into the den, he let a small grin flicker across his bloody face. " Bumblestar! GUESS WHAT!" he began, not caring to check if the leader was even awake. It was obvious his news was far more important than her stupid sleep! Any sensible person would know that! The tom huffed out a laugh as he decided her guess wasn't worth his time, so generously filling her in with a proud expression, he spoke "I killed someone! But not just ANYONE, no, no, NO! I KILLED SHADOWCLAN FILTH THAT WAS TRESPASSING!! HA!" Cracking up with laughter, a bit of mania lit his eyes. " I did it ALL by myself! THEY DIDN'T STAND A CHANCE! " Shoulders shaking, he let his laughter draw on for a second or two before deadpanning a flat grin in her direction; Cackles abruptly falling quiet." So.... Are you proud of me Bumblestar?" Eyes wide, he anticipated an answer. All his hard and amazing work should, and would be appreciated! Everyone needed to know how loyal he was, and how willing he was to SHRED anyone that threatened Thunderclan!
The metallic stench of blood flooded her nose, and Bumblestar was on her feet with a curse tumbling from her lips before Cracklepaw even breached the lichen barrier. She was just about to shoulder her way out of her den when the little freak shoved his head past the vegetation. Her eyes flickered over him, taking in the blood spattered across his face. Starsdammit.
She stuck her head out past his, scanning the clearing, then quickly attempted to tug him past the curtain. "Get in here before someone sees you."
why did this have to be her problem to deal with. he was creepy she didn't want to why couldn't alderstep be here so she could pawn him off on him uGH DARN RESPONSIBILITIES
She stared at him again, eyes narrowed as she studied him. His explanation was a relief, if anything - at least it wasn't a Clanmate, or someone who had been across the border (although that was a possibility that she absolutely would believe that explanation, too, because she wasn't entirely sure what to think of this).
It took her a moment to muster up the ability to speak. "You killed a ShadowClan rat trespassing on our land," she said flatly, just to reassure herself that she'd heard him right. "By yourself." Which meant that he was out of camp alone, which was already one rule broken, which meant... oh, confound it all, she was too tired to deal with this. And, in all honesty, if it was ShadowClan, she really couldn't be inspired to care whatsoever.
Bumblestar sat back, visibly relaxing a mild amount. Spiderthroat had killed Ivysnake. Now Cracklepaw had killed some nameless nobody... which still meant one less warrior for ShadowClan. Her whiskers twitched. "Good job. Glad you were there to catch the rat, even if you aren't supposed to be out and about by yourself." A slight tilt of her head. "How'd you manage it 'n what'd you do with the body after?"
Being slightly offended at getting shoved into the leaders den, he grunted a note of defiance. Eyes refocusing in the dim light of the den, Cracklepaw surveyed the smaller than expected living space. Wow... THIS is where the leaders slept? Ugh! Why was it so pathetic? Sitting up against the walls, he thanked the gods Bumblestar was the size of a freaking rat, because if she was any bigger, they'd both be breathing down each others spines. Okay... Maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration... But still, this den was to small for his likings.
Grumbling at her stupid questions, he rolled his eyes. " No, I had a whole herd of foxes help me slay them!" he spat sarcastically, " YES! Of course I killed them by myself! Is your faith in my battle superiority that little? So naive of you to believe! But never the matter, I hope I was able to put your RIDICULOUS assumptions to rest." hoarse voice grating into a slight growl, the tom kneaded his black claws into the ground. Silently spilling his frustration, he half heartedly listen to the rest of what she had to say. Her praise was was nothing note worthy, but what could you expect from an unbeliever of his skills? How ignorant could this hairball be? ALL THIS WORK JUST SO HE COULD GET A 'GOOD JOB'!?ABSOLUTELY LUDICROUS!
Although his mood was damped by her oh-so-thoughtful thanks, he felt his spirits lift at her other questions and remarks. " I managed because I'm ME of course! My skills were far greater than the Shadowclan scum! They were so caught up in their own ditzy world, I beat them at their own game! My stealth brought the slimy shadow lurker to their knees! Pathetic creature... " giggling once more, his eyes grew distant as he recalled the battle. It was hardly even a fight! He put an end to the fool far faster than he had expected. Who knew surprise attacks were so.... Lethal. Snapping back to reality; he moved onto the next set of questions; another ugly grin pulling his lips back to reveal shining teeth. " What did I do with the body? HA! I'll tell you alright!" scooting a little bit closer as if to tell a secret, Cracklepaw looked Bumblestar dead in the eyes. " After parting the head from it's miserable shoulders, I SKINNED IT'S CORPSE! JUST LIKE THEY DO TO US! HA! And then I left the body at the border... SO. EVERYONE. COULD. SEE. IT. Brilliant aren't I!? " Biting back more laughter, the apprentice dug his claws into the earth. Surely Bumblestar would be impressed now! He had done ALL of that just to protect Thunderclan! Or... At least thats what he told her. His true intentions didn't really involve her or Thunderclan... But it was the best explanation he could give.
"It's not an eating thing, I'm pretty sure I just got unlucky," Bumblestar countered, ears swiveling out and back around. "Stop it with that or I'm gonna make you eat this instead of subtly suggesting it. Plus, I already murdered Dawnstar once, 'n I can do it just as easily again. Bein' smaller helps. I could just get underneath her and-"
She cut herself off. She had a feeling that describing how she could essentially disembowel a cat would make Mudhound ill, even if that cat was Dawnstar, and she didn't want to be the cause of that if she could help it. Instead, Bumblestar rolled her shoulders and cleared her throat. "Nevermind."
Mudhound's next comment made her tilt her head, eyes narrowing in confusion. "What- 'deal thing'?" she echoed, not really understanding the question. "Y'mean the being small?"
Whatever they meant wasn't really a concern to her. Her attention was dragged away from it anyways when Mudhound carried on about ShadowClan. No, of course she didn't know. How could she know? Her mother died and she could hardly remember her face; any potential father was never around, or never showed himself if he was; her siblings were either dead or gone; Mudhound was the only blood she had near her.
Her tail tapped the ground behind her. "I didn't... realize I was named after somebody." Hadn't expected it to be a RiverClanner, either. Interesting.
"Why were our great grandparents bad?"
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Silly Bumble-sis! Mudhound had just chatted with you about preferable skulls! You needed to learn that they werent a cat that was really bothered by much of anything. Gore and murder were whatever as long as they were morally in the clear. And Dawnstar was a meanie bully who deserved it until she left everyone alone! So that kind of murder was totally in the clear.
But its not like Mudhound could explain all that without knowing why their sister had stopped explaining in the first place. So all they did was stick their tongue out at Bumblestars snarking before cocking their head in confusion at the sudden stop of the train of thought.
It was easily moved on from anyways. "The deal thing! You know the thing! The ummmm." How to explain this without stepping on tails because for all Mudhound did not know the word the maine coon was well aware this was a sensitive subject for some cats. Not to them, the tripod just corrected people if misgendered and fully planned to have kittens once they figured out why no one ever struck their fancy as a mate (ah the joys of not knowing what demi-sexuality is.... Background confusion until you suddenly figured it out. Someone really needed to explain all this stuff to Mudhound they were way to old to be stumbling through this). Ok on topic time to be tactful in this "The now my sister thing? That thing. Is that what being a shrimp is? Because if so Im totally ok with you being a shrimp and will tell everyone whos a jerk youre a shrimp and Im proud of you and beat them up if theyre still mean." Ok not exactly tactful but that was probably the best phrasing you should expect out of the fluff-for-brains. "If you want that and stuff. You like fighting so Im in if youd rather me drag jerks to you so you can beat them up for not being ok youre a shrimp."
It was the thought that counted?
To be honest though the lack of knowledge from Bumble-sis on her heritage kinda messed with Mudhound. They werent used to being the 'knowledgeable' one and Bumblestar seemed more like the type to know or at least have an idea of things (things that werent always agreed with but things she was deadset on nonetheless). So her not knowing anything seemed..... Abnormal. Did no one in the clan even remember Dogspirits origins to tell her? Or did she not ask at all? Both were strange thoughts to the warrior and werent dwelled on for long. Not their business in a way, Bumble-sis asking now was. "Yeah you were named after Grandpa Bumblebelly! He was a nice guy who loved kits and Grandma always said they were kinda soul-mates but in a not super romantic way? It didnt make sense to me but he loved her and had kits with her but not love love because he was more tom focused? I dunno but he joined riverclan and became a queen there after leaving Shadowclan."
Mudhound wished she'd been able to meet him. They were certain they wouldve gotten along.
The question about the great-grands however earned a wince. It wasnt a bad topic just... Not a fun one. "Um ok the great-grandparents..... Hornetsting and Nightcry. Hornetsting was just a bad tom from everything Ive been told. Nightcry was better but e-na-bled him a ton." That word in particular was obviously taught and not used a lot from how the warrior sounded it out from memory. "They were Bumblebellys parents and forced him to be with his first mate Silvertear and have kits as soon as he was a warrior. She wasnt a strong cat but 'good shadowclan blood'(?) and so a 'good fit'. But their kits Hornetkit and Waspkit died and it broke Silvertear and she ran. Bumblebelly got with Houndsong after but Hornetsting was an horrible violent cruel ruler until he..... Died? I cant remember what Grandma said happened to him."
It was lucky Mudhound didnt ever meet him, it wouldve ended in a fight they probably wouldnt win.
"...... I dont think I like this topic actually.... Can we change it?" Knowing they were related to bad cats wasnt something that warmed Mudhounds heart.
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Ghostpaw traipsed in, her muscles bunched in a slight wary pose, in case the leader's den had traps or anything to protect the valuable ThunderClan leader. She was gonna tell the Bumblestar why she could totally be a Hornet. She relaxed her pose forcibly, her brush of a tail sweeping the ground, clearly longer than her strong legs. Taking a deep breath that rustled the lynx-points of her ears, the silvery 'paw stepped forwards, and barely caught herself from tripping over her massive paws. yeesh, gotta get that fixed up, or I'll look like a dumb tottering kit finding her paws, Ghostie thought, irritation quickly tamped down.
"Right, sorry about that, Bumble...star. These paws can sometimes get in the way, though they are good for other things. I just popped in to kinda explain why I'm a good candidate for a Hornet. Permission to proceed?" the apprentice asked, her flicking ears betraying her apprehensiveness. Worry that she would be turned down. Cuz after all, she was a newcomer, right?
No. She had every right to be a Hornet as much as any Clanborn kitty. She had experience and drive, so the 'paw hoped that was good enough to be considered as a candidate.
Bumblestar drew her tongue over a paw pad as Ghostpaw entered, and she lifted a single eyebrow in question. The apprentice still seemed as clumsy as when she'd first run into her.
Bumblestar cleared her throat and lifted her head fully, fixing Ghostpaw with an unreadable look. "Gonna be pretty upfront with you before you jump into things, I'm not really lookin' for brand new apprentices for the rank," she said with a flick of her tail. "Especially considering you've just joined us. But you seem eager enough, so, sure, hit me with it."
Doofus? That was a new one. Wolfmist would have to ask Pebbleshine, she probably knew what it meant.
When was the last time he saw Pebs?
Having been officially granted permission, the warrior padded in. “We found a shallow ravine.. but I don’t think it’s viable territory for now. There was a group of, ah, coyotes..?” At least, he thought that’s what they were. He’d only ever heard stories about coyotes, but the description seemed to match. “We didn’t want to risk the fight.” Hopefully that was the right decision - perhaps a bit more meek than what a warrior should do but he knew firsthand how nasty canines could be and he’d have to be dragged down into that ravine before he attempted to fight any of those mutts.
[ sorry for the late reply! ]
Bumblestar drew back to give him space to enter, and twitched an ear at the news he presented. Ugh, coyotes again? She'd thought they were done dealing with all that, but apparently not. At least they weren't near the territory this time.
"Disappointing about the location," she muttered, "but good call on your part. Don't want to get anyone hurt unnecessarily. Maybe it'll be something to check out in the future. If that's it, you're good to go. Thanks for taking the trek out there."
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