ScorchClan/Roleplay

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(while Racer's inactive, I'm talking over Dovestream. Racer has stated this, and Flame has given me permission.) Now that she was between a quarter and a half-moon from kitting, Cinderfire stretched out tiredly beside Wispheart, grimacing as one of her kits kicked her side. Meanwhile, Dovestream padded out of the medicine den, going to check up on Cinderfire's condition. "How are your kits today?' she asked as she approached the she-cat, and then she crouched down, and placed a paw on the dark queen's belly. -- Th er e's   ai n't no   moun ta in       hi gh   en ou gh,   to ke ep   me fr om   ge tt in g   to yo u,   ba be  05:17, May 21, 2015 (UTC)

(Yeah, saw the discussion on the ban game) Tigerheart followed Dovestream. "Argh, I can't remember what poppy seeds are for!" Tigerheart scowled. Lionclaw was grooming himself. He looked up at the sky, hoping that FlameClan would not be an enemy, but rather, a friend. He wished he had a cat to confide in. He was respected, but not necesarily trusted. Cats thought he was as bad as his ambitious brother, who he obviously couldn't confide in. Thun der  heart  13:14, May 21, 2015 (UTC)

Dovestream looked up. "They're to help cats sleep, Tigerheart..." she mewed softly, as she turned back to Cinderfire. Looking at the gray she-cat, she mewed: "Okay, I'd guess that your kits are between a quarter and a half-moon off coming. Don't come out here too much okay - Wispheart can bring you prey." From beside Cinderfire, Wispheart himself puffed out his chest as the medicine cat spoke. "About the kits... I'd guess two - there's definitely at least that much in there - but I wouldn't rule out the opportunity that there's possibly three there." -- Th er e's   ai n't no   moun ta in       hi gh   en ou gh,   to ke ep   me fr om   ge tt in g   to yo u,   ba be  01:45, May 22, 2015 (UTC)

Tigerheart sighed. "I should never have become Medicine Cat Apprentice," Thun  der  heart  01:52, May 22, 2015 (UTC)

Dovestream sighed. Mewing a farewell to Cinderfire and Wispheart, she padded up to Tigerheart. "StarClan chose you," she whispered to the tom. "Thy chose you to become a Medicine Cat Apprentice. You have to believe that you have the ability, Tigerheart, and I believe in you." The medicine cat finished her speech, staring softly at her apprentice. -- Th er e's   ai n't no   moun ta in       hi gh   en ou gh,   to ke ep   me fr om   ge tt in g   to yo u,   ba be  04:25, May 22, 2015 (UTC)

Tigerheart sighed. "I know," he meowed, a strange softness in his voice. He envied his brother so much. Thun der  heart  12:21, May 22, 2015 (UTC)

Dovestream nodded. "You have to believe, Tigerheart. One day, I will be gone, and you will have to help the Clan." She brushed her tail over the young tom's spine. Meanwhile, Cinderfire purred as Wispheart gently stroked her belly with his tail. -- Th er e's   ai n't no   moun ta in       hi gh   en ou gh,   to ke ep   me fr om   ge tt in g   to yo u,   ba be  20:46, May 22, 2015 (UTC)

Tigerheart nodded. "I know," he echoed. Thun der  heart  20:51, May 22, 2015 (UTC)

Dovestream stood by Tigerheart, continuing to calm down. Meanwhile, Cinderfire grunted as one of her unborn kits kicked her, and Wispheart - having his tail on her belly at the time - felt it as well, and his tail moved back in surprise. "I felt it kick!" he announced triumphantly. -- Th er e's   ai n't no   moun ta in       hi gh   en ou gh,   to ke ep   me fr om   ge tt in g   to yo u,   ba be  20:54, May 22, 2015 (UTC)

"Wait -" Robinsong hissed, "Maybe somone does." Cheetahspirit looked over at Robinsong curiously. "What? How? None of us were even around when this Clan was made. Unless Willowstar knows and was forced to keep quiet." Flame star22  20:59, May 22, 2015 (UTC)

Dovestream shrugged. "Even the medicine cat - the one before me - didn't say anything," she mewed, speaking to Cheetahspirit and Robinwing. "We could ask Willowstar if she knows anything." -- Th er e's   ai n't no   moun ta in       hi gh   en ou gh,   to ke ep   me fr om   ge tt in g   to yo u,   ba be  22:01, May 22, 2015 (UTC)

Tigerheart went back to the medicine den to see if he could remember anything. Thun der  heart  22:32, May 22, 2015 (UTC)

"I suppose so," Cheetahspirit meowed, exchanging a confused look with Batsong. Meanwhile, Batsong groomed her oddly colored pelt. Pebblefrost walked into Willowstars' den, wrapping his tail around his broad paws. "I need to speak with you." Flame star22  22:35, May 22, 2015 (UTC)

Cinderfire grunted, heaving herself onto her paws. "Yes, Wispheart..." she mewed softly, and then the dark gray she-cat purred. "Be happy that you're not the one with kits kicking your belly every two seconds." She felt a small ripple of pain as she headed back into the nursery, but she ignored it. -- Th er e's   ai n't no   moun ta in       hi gh   en ou gh,   to ke ep   me fr om   ge tt in g   to yo u,   ba be  22:59, May 22, 2015 (UTC)

"Pebblefrost? Why do you need to speak with me?" Willowstar had been remembering about the wounded, defeated FlameClan shecat that she had run into, back when she was just known as Willow. "They left me. Maybe I should have died moons ago." The queen's words came back to Willowstar's mind. ''Where are you now, FlameClan? Are you still where you were several moons ago? Or back at your camp?'' (IDEA: Willowstar ventures into FlameClan territory and meets the Clan, reunites with Stormwillow, talks a little with Birch and then leaves?) When given  the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  11:01, May 30, 2015 (UTC)

(Sounds good to me) Pebbelfrost flattenend his ears, his teeth clenched. "It's about our past leader. Do you know of him?" Pebblefrost knew Willowstar wouldn't answer easy to this, but it seemed like everyone needed to know. Robinsong watched as Silentwhisper walked into camp, fresh-kill in his jaws. "Maybe this time you weren't out doing something stupid!" He he yowled, glaring at Silentwhisper madly. Flame star22  11:38, May 30, 2015 (UTC)

"I-It...H-He...." Willowstar sighed. "Umm..." Gosh, how am I going to get this out? "Pebblefrost, there's secrets built upon our past leader. His name...it was Scorchstar, hence ourClan's name. I was one of his first warriors, and the one he trusted the most. He made me deputy, but he killed my brother, so I killed him. I knew it was right, but I recruited the rest of you...but I met a FlameClan warrior..…" When given  the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  11:54, May 30, 2015 (UTC)

Pebblefrost stayed silent. "Do you know his name before he made this Clan? A long time ago, I heard that a cat had tried to kill another before and was never heard from again." Pebblefrost then stopped, narrowing his eyes. "You met a FlameClan Warrior? When? Who?" Flame star22  11:57, May 30, 2015 (UTC)

"Yeah, her name was Stormwillow." Willowstar licked a paw. "I didn't know his name before he founded ScorchClan." When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  12:11, May 30, 2015 (UTC)

(Hehe.. take a wild guess, Stormver :)) Pebblefrost stood silent for a moment. "When we went to see FlameClan, she was expecting kits, as well as the leaders' mate." Pebblefrost gazed blankly up at the drifty blue sky. "Well, I suppose it's not that important, but.." His voice trailed off. Flame  star22  12:31, May 30, 2015 (UTC)

(SCORCHCLAW :D) "In a way, it's important to know our neighbors." Willowstar stood and stretvhed for a moment. "In fact, how 'bout I go see what's up with them. While I'm gone, you're in charge, Pebbefrost." She calmly walked out of her den and out of camp, sighing as she trekked into the other Clan's territory. When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  12:42, May 30, 2015 (UTC)

(......CORRECT!) Pebblefrost nodded and watched his leader disappear. Flattening his ears, he continued to gaze up at the blank blue sky. Flame star22  12:47, May 30, 2015 (UTC)

Waspflight was staring at the sky until he was struck by lightning. (He needed a post, ok...)  Sil    ver    st    ar   18:47, May 30, 2015 (UTC)

Cinderfire gave a loud hiss as she collapsed into her nest. Another few spasms rippled her stomach. ...Oh, no... Am I kitting?? She yowled in pain. "Dovestream!" she cried, before she yowled from yet another spasm. -- Th er e's   ai n't no   moun ta in       hi gh   en ou gh,   to ke ep   me fr om   ge tt in g   to yo u,   ba be  23:40, May 30, 2015 (UTC)

Willowstar walked inside camp, aware of Cinderfire's kitting, but continued walking towards her den, frustration clouding her gaze. She entered her den and looked out over camp. When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  14:01, June 9, 2015 (UTC)

A small voice whispered Willowstar's name, seemingly familiar to her. "Willowstar," The she-cat began, her starry pelt shining. "Storm and Willow shall form together, bond, and fullfill a great destiny. But great trouble lies beneath the stars." Flamestar whispered. Flame star22  03:17, June 10, 2015 (UTC)

"What? Wait! Explain!" Willowstar started pacing around her den, worried. When given the choice  between  being  right  or  being kind,  choose kind.  03:24, June 10, 2015 (UTC)

Flamestar looked down at Willowstar thoughtfully, almost frowning. "Remember your destiny, and do not let the stars cloud not only your path, but yet your judgement." With that, Flamestar faded away, being nothing but a dim sparkle in the sky. Flame star22  03:33, June 10, 2015 (UTC)

Dovestream hared into the nursery, hearing the queen's cries, while Wispheart started to panic wildly. Coaxing a stick into Cinderfire's mouth, the medicine cat watched over the queen, Wispheart pacing outside. Eventually, two kits were born - one a smoky gray tom with a black undercoat, and a gray-and-ginger she-cat. After the kitting, Dovestream left, so that Wispheart and Cinderfire could enjoy time with their new kits in peace. After some arguments, the couple named their kits: Smokekit for the tom, for his smoky gray-coloured pelt; and the she-kit was named Scorchkit - not for the Clan, but for Wispheart's dead sister, whose name was Scorch. Later on, Cinderfire dozed, Wispheart still watching over his mate. Smokekit was pummelling his mother's belly with small paws, while Scorchkit was curled in a ball, her small gray-and-ginger flank rising and falling softly. Quietly, Wispheart whispered about his kits: "...They're perfect." -- No w I 'v e s ti ll   go t a   lo t o f f ig ht   le ft   in me  05:41, June 10, 2015 (UTC)

Waspflight remained a burnt pile of fluff, waiting for someone to pick him up and take him back to camp to be healed. If not, he'd die.  Sil    ver    st    ar   15:55, June 10, 2015 (UTC)

Pebblefrost walked through camp, his tail-tip flicking. Lifting his head to inhale a breath of fresh air, he scented only a pile of dusty ashes. ''What's that? ''He remained calm, but continued to pad forward to figure out where or who the scent was coming from. "Waspflight!" He screech, looking at his burnt, dried, ashy pelt. "Hurry, somone get the medicine cat!" Flame star22  16:03, June 10, 2015 (UTC)

Smokekit mewled, and batted Scorchkit lightly with a paw. In reply, Scorchkit mewled at batted her brother back, before she wriggled out of her brother's reach, causing Smokekit to yowl angrily. -- No w I 'v e s ti ll   go t a   lo t o f f ig ht   le ft   in me  05:27, June 11, 2015 (UTC)

(Can somone please post? This hasn't been roleplayed on in a while..) Blood  doesn't  always  have  to  mean  death  02:52, June 14, 2015 (UTC)