ScorchClan/Roleplay/Archive 10

Scorchflame didn't notice Tigerheart. Meanwhile, Wispheart and Cinderfire returned to camp. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   22:40, November 20, 2015 (UTC)

Aspenfern was testing Eaglepaw; the tom was due to be a warrior very soon. "I hope  you understand.   I want   to understand.   I'm   sorry."   -Peridot, Steven Universe  22:43, November 20, 2015 (UTC)

(Melll we need to do some Pebble X Rye action <3) Pebblefrost flattened his ears, gazing back at the camp as he trotted away. ''I hope to StarClan Rye will be okay... Please don't let Squire hurt her or our Clan... '' 22:53, November 20, 2015 (UTC)

Tigerheart approached Scorchflame and meowed, "Hello." He cringed, hoping his severely deep voice didn't frighten her. (I'm a big cat now! Sorry lol) --- Lionclaw spotted Tigerheart and eyed him through narrowed eyes. Things never hap pen the same way twice.  23:14, November 20, 2015 (UTC)

corchflame jumped, and turned around to see Tigerheart. "Oh, hi..." she mewed, feeling embarrassed. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   23:18, November 20, 2015 (UTC)

Tigerheart was also embarrassed. "Sorry if I scared you..." he straightened himself and said, purposely trying to be loud, "Could you help me gather herbs?" (nudge nudge) Things never hap  pen the same way twice.  23:24, November 20, 2015 (UTC)

"Um, sure." Scorchflame shrugged, rising to her paws and shaking her fur out. "I need the exercise." -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   23:25, November 20, 2015 (UTC)

Robinsong sat beside Cheetahspirit, grooming his fur and trying to make himself look more handosme. Cheetahspirit shifted away awkwardly, her ears flattened. ''....I wonder how Silentwhisper is doing. He was isolated from the Clan quite some time ago... '' 23:28, November 20, 2015 (UTC)

Tigerheart led the way out. "I need to talk to you." he started. Things never hap pen the same way twice.  23:40, November 20, 2015 (UTC)

"Mmm'kay," Scorchflame muttered, her head lowered. "...What about?" -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   00:44, November 21, 2015 (UTC)

"I can't stop thinking of you," he said softly. Things never hap pen the same way twice.  02:09, November 21, 2015 (UTC)

Bloompaw lefted her tail high in the air. She was a very cheerful cat, not matter what was going on. She often looked for gifts for her fellow denmates. She padded into the apprentices den, face filled with pride as she softly set a shiny shell down on each of the apprentices nests. ''I hope they like my gifts! ''she thought and left the den. She scanned camp, making sure no one needed help. Everything looked fine so she grabbed a small mouse off the fresh-kill pile and sat by herself and ate. Her Clanmates acted like she was always too happy, but Bloompaw didn't care. 🍁Patch   feather🍁   03:09, November 21, 2015 (UTC)

Rubblelegs wanted to go hunting really bad and was hoping someone would invite her on a patrol

Bloomaw scratched her ears after eating her meal. She curled up and pretended to sleep, she enjoyed springing to life when a cat called for her. 🍁Patch   feather🍁   18:10, November 21, 2015 (UTC)

Windpaw lay on his side with a bored look, rolling a stone with his paw. He was sick of waiting to be a warrior, his ceremony was long overdue. 18:19, November 21, 2015 (UTC)

(we could make wind and ivy warriors when alder and coast become apprenticed??? eagle's becoming a warrior apparently as well so~) Scorchflame nodded, her gaze softening at Tigerheart. She purred softly as a reply. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   19:04, November 21, 2015 (UTC)

Coastkit loped over to her father, her ears pricked. "Daddy, daddy, are we going to be apprentices soon?!" 19:07, November 21, 2015 (UTC)

Smokeash looked up in his moment of distraction, Alderkit taking this opportunity to leap onto his father. "Yeah, not long, Coastkit -" He grunted when Alderkit slammed into his side. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   19:09, November 21, 2015 (UTC)

Bloompaw stared at Windpaw from under her tail. Go look in your nest... she yowled to him silently. Well, they'll find the gifts soon. She got up and yawned. She looked around. She wanted to do something. 🍁Patch   feather🍁   20:46, November 21, 2015 (UTC)

(shooooooooooot I forgot about Furyclaw she needs to die...) Tigerheart knew she felt the same way. "...I love you, Scorchflame..." Things never hap pen the same way twice.  03:41, November 22, 2015 (UTC)

Piperflight and Fawnpaw walked into camp. Piperflight's jaws were clasped around the base of a pheasant's spine, while Fawnpaw proudly led the way while hanging onto its neck. With how much the smaller apprentice had grown the past moon, she had easily surpassed most of her denmates, and now was up to Piperflight's chin. The Abyssinian molly guided her friend to the fresh-kill pile, dropping her half of the massive bird onto the ground with a thud. Piperflight did the same, all while puffing out his chest in pride when he caught the eyes of a few older clanmates.

"Wow! I can't believe I caught this," the warrior beamed, shooting Fawnpaw a smirk. The apprentice immediately dropped into a defensive crouch, flattening her ears. "Excuse you? If it wasn't for me, you would've never figured out how to catch it," she retorted while batting at his leg. Piperflight laughed, crouching to meet her gaze. "I was the one who grabbed it."

"Well I was the one who told you how," Fawnpaw sneered. A few minutes of bickering brought the two to a brief tussle, and Piperflight backed off, laughing. Fawnpaw went after him, managing to shoulder him, and Piperflight took this as his chance to fall to his side, landing right on top of the apprentice and squishing her. "Get off, you big oaf!" Fawnpaw squeaked, kicking at him playfully.

From across camp, Oakpaw watched the two through narrowed eyes, but she didn't dare speak up. How could she, when she was expected to love her sister? Lingering on the thought, Oakpaw shook her head softly. How could she even love her sister? She made the popular friend, she became popular, she was the subject of affections, she didn't have their parents' accents. The slender molly knew she was getting too worked up, and quickly shook the thoughts from her head. She couldn't let anybody know about her feelings towards Piperflight and Fawnpaw, and she had to remain in good public light to possibly stand a chance in the clan. 01:58, November 23, 2015 (UTC)

Windpaw's hetero-blue-brown eyes quickly flickered up as he felt someone starring into his pelt, causing the silver tabby to grow uncomfortable. His gaze trailed over to Bloompaw, watching as the molly rose to her paws before looking around, deciding that she had been the one gazing at him. ''Did I do something wrong? Is my fur all messed up?'' Shifting about, the leader's son tried to look at his body, and decided that he was perfectly fine. Probably needs something from me. He concluded at long last, laying back down with his head on his paws. 02:12, November 23, 2015 (UTC)

Elmpaw jogged up to Oakpaw. "Still moping, eh?" he asked, swishing his fluggy tail back and forth. He settled down next to the sorrel she-cat. "He's not all that, my friend or not. Fawn's a jerk for letting you be alone like this." he said, shamelessly trashing his friends. "I'm obviously better tahn her anyway," he said, standing and strutting around the smaller apprentice. Noticing she was still staring in the direction of the warrior and apprentice, he stood in her line of sight. "Let's go out. Like, hunting. Or some crap to get you off your fuzzy tail," he said. He constantly teased the little she-cat, hoping she'd crack and tell him what was the real issue. 02:22, 11/23/2015

Oakpaw snorted when Elmpaw jogged over and settled down against her. His weight almost caused her to be knocked over, but with a quick readjustment of her stance, the bitter apprentice remained upright. "'ee's nut my issue," Oakpaw murmured quietly, glaring moreso at the couple across the camp. Elmpaw's obnoxious behavior and jumping around eventually caught her eye, however, and when he jumped right in front of her face she had no choice but to finally address him. "Oh, fine. You're fery annoying, yew know sat, right?" she grunted, standing up and batting him over the head with a paw. 02:48, November 23, 2015 (UTC)

Bloompaw felt overly excited about her gifts, every time she got them, she always got way more excited then she should. She didn't really know if they even knew it was her who put the shells in their nests, along with not knowing if they even liked them. 🍁Patch  feather🍁  04:20, November 23, 2015 (UTC)

Scorchflame couldn't help but feel excited by Tigerheart's reply to him. However, she also felt nervous. He souldn't be doing that.... right? That was what made her nervous... "That's.... cute," she replied, purring. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   06:48, November 23, 2015 (UTC)

Willowstar walked back into camp, calling to Pebblefrost, "Go to FlaneClan, they're leaving tomorrow. Bring Redcloud with you." She then proceeded to walk over to her den to rest. (warrior/apprentice ceremony in my next post; willowasp and leopardash kits + eagle) "I hope  you understand.   I want   to understand.   I'm   sorry."   -Peridot, Steven Universe  10:36, November 23, 2015 (UTC)

Tigerheart knew she was hiding it. "I know you feel the same way, Scorchflame. You can't hide it from me; I see you from the inside, out," he meowed. Things never hap pen the same way twice.  19:45, November 23, 2015 (UTC)

Redriver watched the cats leave and yawned slightly. A quest, is that what it is?. Well, it didn't matter. Blazefire could take care of herself. The tabby lay out on her side, soaking in the newleaf sun and sneezing as a thick pink blossom landed on her nose. G r y f f i n d o r  22:07, November 23, 2015 (UTC)

Willowstar called the Clan together, flicking her tail for Windpaw, Ivypaw, and Eaglepaw to join her. "ScorchClan cats, we are missing a few warriors, but today we will regain!" She stared down at her kits with pride in her signature brown eyes. "Ivypaw, Windpaw, Eaglepaw, step forward." (whiskers, give me wind's warrior name and choose the mentors for the leapardash kits) "I hope  you understand.   I want   to understand.   I'm   sorry."   -Peridot, Steven Universe  22:16, November 23, 2015 (UTC)

(whiskers put wind's warrior name on the ceremonies page already, stormver) Alderkit squirmed in excitement while Smokeash lapped at his pelt. "Stop squirming, your fur'll be all ruffled," Smokeash mewed, annoyed, at his son. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   18:29, November 26, 2015 (UTC)

(any preferences on mentors?) Willowstar flicked her tail. "Windpaw," she proceeded, "you will now be known as Windstorm. Eaglepaw, you will be adressed as Eagletalon. And ladtly, Ivypaw, you will be known as Ivyshade." The leader looked down at her kits, a purr rumbling in her throat. I  cou ld  ev en  lea rn  how   to   L  O  V  E  13:20, November 27, 2015 (UTC)

(I think i'd like redriver to mentor alder c:. also, ivyshade is a cute name <333) Smokeash finished grooming Alderkit, and he quickly leaned over to smooth out a tuft of fur that had poked up on Coastkit's pelt. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   19:44, November 27, 2015 (UTC)

Tigerheart waited for Scorchflame to say something. Surely she had /something/ to say? Things never hap pen the same way twice.  01:21, November 28, 2015 (UTC)

Scorchflame sighed. "Okay, fine, you've got me," the gray-and-ginger cat sighed, lowering her head. "I do like you, Tigerheart..." Her voice trailed away. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   02:30, November 28, 2015 (UTC)

Tigerheart purred as the truth finally came out. "We can't have anyone know," he said. "Let's collect those herbs." Things never hap pen the same way twice.  02:34, November 28, 2015 (UTC)

"'kay," Scorchflame mewed, shifting slightly as she followed the medicine cat. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   03:13, November 28, 2015 (UTC)

Tigerheart nodded to some (insert random herb idc) and told her how to pick it. Things never hap pen the same way twice.  03:38, November 28, 2015 (UTC)

Duskheart gazed at the newly made warriors with pride in his eyes. Although he hadn't spoken to any of them nor had he ever known them, it was still a big deal to watch them grow into warriors. He remembered his own ceremony wistfully, it was something that would not leave his head for days after.

"You get all emotional over the smallest things." The voice he heard from behind him was teasing, almost like the other cat was begging for a rebuttal. Duskheart shrugged, turning to face the white tom. "Don't you remember our ceremony? It was all you could talk about for days after. They're going through that same thing right now, it's a monumental moment."

Lightningclaw rolled his eyes. "You're such a sap." Nonetheless, he padded around so he was sitting right next to Duskheart, and pressed into his side. "How are we going to fit in here, Ash? We're not like any of these cats, the only thing we have in common is that we hunt and fight the way they do."

"We don't need to fit in," Duskheart replied, his voice sounding sort of distant, far away and clouded. "We just need to survive. And we couldn't do that as loners." 16:11, November 29, 2015 (UTC)

Scorchflame nodded, and picked the herb. (nudgenudgeapprenticeceremonynudgenudge) -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   17:44, November 29, 2015 (UTC)

Tipcloud shook her head. ''Of course he leaves again. What a useless lump of cat, she thought, stacking leaves in her'' den. "Still smells like him. Perhaps I'll fetch some mint leaves from that garden near the abandoned twoleg place," she decided. She stacked the marigold leaves, then moved on to putting all the juniper berries in her stores in one little alcove, with a leaf in front to block them from rolling. She noticed her poppy seeds were a little low... Best gather those very soon. She sighed once more. As much as she said hated being a medicine cat... She really rather enjoyed it. 22:12, 11/29/2015

Redriver began to groom herself. G r y f f i n d o r  22:13, November 29, 2015 (UTC)

Pebblefrost headed out of camp with the other cats to the quest. 22:13, November 29, 2015 (UTC)

Bloompaw sighed boredly. 🍁Patch  feather🍁  00:24, November 30, 2015 (UTC)

Redriver suddenly let out a tremendous sneeze. She groaned as her throat burned. Spring was irritating her sinuses: what with all that pollen, she could probably sneeze herself to death. Bad-tempered, she got up and stumbled into Tipcloud's den. G r y f f i n d o r  21:11, November 30, 2015 (UTC)

Leopardclaw rolled her eyes and shook her head. Redriver's sneezing could be heard across the camp, loud and irritating. She only hoped that Tipcloud would be able give her something to soothe the sinuses, or Leopardclaw thought she might go mad from everyone sneezing all spring. 21:02, December 2, 2015 (UTC)

(stormver, can you please finish off the apprentice ceremony, I am getting quite annoyed at how long it's taking now) Alderkit fidgeted impatiently as he waited for his name to be called for his apprentice ceremony. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   05:56, December 3, 2015 (UTC)

Coastkit bounced on her paws. Windstorm continued to purr, pleased with his warrior name. 02:53, December 4, 2015 (UTC)

"Alderkit, you will be known as Alderpaw, with your mentor as Redriver." Willowstar flicked her tail. "Coastkit, you will now be known as Coastpaw. Since I have no apprentice, I will take you on myself." I  cou ld  ev en  lea rn  how   to   L  O  V  E  03:02, December 4, 2015 (UTC)

Poppyfern lifted her muzzle towards Alderpaw. "Alderpaw, Coastpaw!" --Moss

(yaY) Alderpaw bounced in excitement, before skittering across the ground to meet Redriver, touching his nose to the dark ginger she-cat's. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   23:59, December 4, 2015 (UTC)

Astonished and delighted, Redriver rose to meet her apprentice. " I will make you the best warrior, ever," she said fiercly. G r y f f l e p u ff  00:06, December 5, 2015 (UTC)

Poppyfern's eyes flashed with something more than friendship, and she ducked, embarrased that she had giver away her feelings to Alderpaw. -- Moss

Dawnfeather looked at Redriver with amusement in her gaze. "Of-course you will, Redriver," she purred. -Moss

(Moss, you can roleplay two cats in one post, it's fine). Redriver was surprised to find Dawnfeather close enough to hear her quiet words, but she replied all the same. " You know I will, Alderpaw will be the best when I'm done with him." G r y f f l e p u ff  00:58, December 5, 2015 (UTC)

Dawnfeather's gaze turned serious, though the warmth remained. "I'm sure you will. ScorchClan needs strong and loyal warriors like you," she mewed pulling her kits closer with her tail. --Moss (Dawnfeather and Poppypaw aren't in the Clan List, and I can't edit it, do you know what i should do?)

(I'll add them for you). "Thanks. Alderpaw, d'you want to go train now?" G r y f f l e p u ff  01:04, December 5, 2015 (UTC)

(Why can't you edit it? It's not protected...) While Pebblefrost was out of camp on the quest with the other cats, Cheetahspirit sat in camp, her sleek well-groomed cream pelt standing out. 01:09, December 5, 2015 (UTC)

Dawnfeather swept Blossomkit closer with her tail, and lay her muzzle on her paws. -- Moss

(omg poppyxalder yesyesyesyesssssssss) Alderpaw nodded eagerly. "Yeah, let's train!" he mewed excitedly to Redriver. Meanwhile, Smokeash cheered his kits' names, the gray tom's eyes bright. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   03:26, December 6, 2015 (UTC)

(red is gonna be such a fail mentor, just watch). Her green eyes bright, Redriver guided her apprentice to the barrier. " So... do we hunt first? Or fight? Or tour the territory?"she mused, half to herself. G r y f f l e p u ff  03:33, December 6, 2015 (UTC)

Willowstar was slowly feeling old age, feeling sick and unusually tired. ''StarClan, are you taking me soon? Am I on my last leg?'' I   cou ld  ev en  lea rn  how   to   L  O  V  E  16:24, December 6, 2015 (UTC)

Dawnfeather shot a worried glance at Willowstar. -- Moss

Windstorm had an itch to go hunting as he stood tall beside Waspflight. Coastpaw flipped, full of excitement as she raced to her father. "Dad, dad, i got Willowstar as my mentor!" 17:03, December 6, 2015 (UTC)

Dawnfeather padded up to Windstorm. "Do you think Willowstar is ok?" -- Moss

Windstorm nodded. "Yeah, my mom's fine, cats aren't considered old until they're between seven and ten years,i believe she's only five." 17:13, December 6, 2015 (UTC)

Dawnfeather nodded and padded back to the nursery. -- Moss

"Privately, I think you can see as much of the territory as you'd like without a tour. Though if you want one, I'm sure I could give you one," the pretty tabby continued, tail swishing across the earth. G r y f f l e p u ff  17:37, December 6, 2015 (UTC)

(when do the questing cats return to their clans?) 17:48, December 6, 2015 (UTC) (not for a while. three weeks tops, I believe). G r y f f l e p u ff  17:50, December 6, 2015 (UTC)

Turning on his heels, Windsong marched over to the fresh kill pile for a bite to eat. 19:00, December 6, 2015 (UTC)

Poppyfern was grooming herself near the fresh kill pile when she saw Windstorm pad up. "Hi!" she said brightly, -- &#123;&#123;SUBST:Tempalte:Mossfire121/Sig&#125;&#125; (talk) 21:18, December 6, 2015 (UTC)

Windsong peered up at the molly, blinking his hetero-blue-brown eyes calmly. "Oh, hello." 03:07, December 7, 2015 (UTC)

Bloompaw ran outside camp to hunt. 🍁Patch  feather🍁  21:53, December 8, 2015 (UTC)

Dawn feather rolled over by the nursery, her belly swollen with unborn kits. -- Moss

Bloompaw came back to camp and ran up to a group of warriors. "Can we go on a patrol?" she asked eagerly. 🍁Patch  feather🍁  20:10, December 11, 2015 (UTC)

Poppyfern walked up to Willowstar. "Is there hunting patrol I can join?" M o s s  23:52, December 11, 2015 (UTC)

Bored, Leopardclaw wandered over. "I'll join a hunting patrol too, if we're going on one." 11:40, December 12, 2015 (UTC)

"Go with Aspenfern and Ivyshade," Willowstar suggested. (Hmm, considering something...) I   cou ld  ev en  lea rn  how   to   L  O  V  E  11:48, December 12, 2015 (UTC)

(Oooooooh what's the idea?) Poppyfern gave a nod. "Alright." She padded toward the direction of the camp entrance M o  s s  13:48, December 12, 2015 (UTC)

Leopardclaw followed Poppyfern, nodding her head once to the leader. 14:03, December 12, 2015 (UTC)

Bloompaw raced after the warriors. "I'm coming too!" she stated, looking wild. 🍁Patch  feather🍁  15:49, December 12, 2015 (UTC)

Cheetahspirit stretched her jaws into a wide yawn, and began to stroll out of camp. Robinwing raced after her, his tail held high. Cheetahspirit paused, leaving Robinwing to continue walking and slam his head into a treetrunk. 16:21, December 12, 2015 (UTC)

Dawnfeather stepped out of camp. She really loved hunting alone, in the breeze... The she-cat sprinted toward a stream. The water refreshed her, and she jumped in. Brrr! It was cold. Slowly padding toward a mouse, she forgot how soaked she was, and the pitter patter of water droplets gave her away. "Mouse-dung!" she spat indignantly, watching her prey leap into its burrow. Suddenly, the ground started to shake. Dawnfeather stepped back. A pebble scampered past her. What was going on? Suddenly, rocks, larger and larger began to cascade down the slope. The molly's scream was cut of as a boulder catapulted into her, followed by another, that crashed into her head. Dawnfeather let out a breath and fell. It was the last breath she ever made. M o s s  22:57, December 13, 2015 (UTC)

Redriver snored. G r y f f l e p u ff  23:38, December 15, 2015 (UTC)

Alderpaw was daydreaming about Poppyfern. Over the past couple of moons, the two cats had been becoming close... and as a result, Alderpaw now had a crush on the young warrior. ''She's very pretty... hmmm...'' -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   01:12, December 17, 2015 (UTC)

(He's got a think for torties, huh XD) Poppyfern gazed back at the young tom, admiring his broad shoulders and muscular body. He's perfect..... she dreamed. M o s s  01:13, December 17, 2015 (UTC)

(hehe) Alderpaw lay down and stared at the sky, still daydreaming about his crush. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   01:21, December 17, 2015 (UTC)

Suddenly, Poppyfern felt full of energy. "Want to hunt?" she said to Alderpaw. "Unless your to tired to get up," she teased, her green eyes showing all her emotions. M o s s  01:23, December 17, 2015 (UTC)

"Yeah, sure," Alderpaw mewed, looking up and sneezing at the same time. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   04:00, December 17, 2015 (UTC)

"Well then get up!" called Poppyfern, calling to the tom. M o s s  23:49, December 17, 2015 (UTC)

"I'm getting there," Alderpaw grunted, as he rose to his paws. Smokeash looked at his son with narrowed eyes, sensing that something was up between him and Poppyfern. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   23:53, December 17, 2015 (UTC)

Poppyfern gently nuzzled Alderpaw, oblivious to Smokeash. "I- I kind of want to talk to you..." she murmured. M o s s  23:55, December 17, 2015 (UTC)

Alderpaw flicked his tail. "Sure, just not here, my father can be little protective of me," he whispered, so that only Poppyfern could hear. Scorchflame was out of camp. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   23:56, December 17, 2015 (UTC)

When they were safely out of earshot, Poppyfern pressed her muzzle against his. She was only slightly bigger than Alderpaw and not much older. M o s s  23:58, December 17, 2015 (UTC)

Alderpaw purred as Poppyfern pressed her muzzle against his. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   00:00, December 18, 2015 (UTC)

"I love you Alderpaw. From the moment I became a warrior, I loved you...." Poppyfern spilled out her heart to the cat that she trusted with her life. M o s s  00:01, December 18, 2015 (UTC)

(young loooooove <333) Alderpaw's shoulder's sagged, and his eyes closed as he heard Poppyfern's words. In reply, he just purred loudly, yet inside, he was bursting with joy. ...She likes me? -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   00:04, December 18, 2015 (UTC)

"How are you going to tell Smokeash?" said the she-cat. M o s s  00:06, December 18, 2015 (UTC)

Alderpaw paused. "Uhhh..." he mewed, a little lost for words. "Uhhh..... I won't say anything. He'll never know if I don't say anything," he added quickly. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   00:08, December 18, 2015 (UTC)

"I'm not ashamed of us," murmured Poppyfern. "You should tell him..." M o s s  00:09, December 18, 2015 (UTC)

"I don't know what to do..." Alderpaw shook his head. "He hasn't been so sure on love as he used to, especially since my mother died kitting me and my littermates in FlameClan..." He sighed. "I don't know about Coastpaw, but Smokeash..." He sighed. "He'll think that falling in love early is a bad thing, like it happened to him." -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   00:12, December 18, 2015 (UTC)

"I see." Poppyfern looked away. "Shall we hunt?" M o s s  00:14, December 18, 2015 (UTC)  (Ooooh maybe Smokeash can catch them in the forest???)

(yessssss) Alderpaw nodded. "Sure, that sounds nice." -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   00:27, December 18, 2015 (UTC)

The tortoiseshell padded into the forest. M o s s  00:34, December 18, 2015 (UTC)

Alderpaw followed. Wispheart and Cinderfire were sharing a squirrel. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   21:10, December 22, 2015 (UTC)

Poppyfern nuzzled him and closed off all her senses. She only wanted Alderpaw. M o s s  21:11, December 22, 2015 (UTC)

Alderpaw let the older cat embrace him, relaxing more the longer Poppyfern nuzzled him. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   21:15, December 22, 2015 (UTC)

('...older cat embrace him...' lol) Poppyfern curled around him and pushed her muzzle into his stomach. (Smokeash?) M o  s s  21:17, December 22, 2015 (UTC)

(yes) SMokeash was hunting near where Alderpaw and Poppyfern were. Alderpaw purred. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   21:18, December 22, 2015 (UTC)

Poppyfern slowly fell asleep, curled up with Alderpaw around her. Giving herself away to the cat she loved. M o s s  21:21, December 22, 2015 (UTC)

Alderpaw fell asleep beside his love. Smokeash picked up his son's scent, as well as Poppyfern's. Were they sneaking out of camp again...? -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   21:23, December 22, 2015 (UTC)

Poppyfern breathed into Alderpaw's belly fur. M o s s  21:24, December 22, 2015 (UTC)

Smokeash tracked the two cats' scents until he found them curled up together, asleep. The smoky gray tom snorted. Oh, why does he have to be so interested in love already...? he thought. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   21:27, December 22, 2015 (UTC)

Poppyfern lifted her head sleepily. "Hi..." M o s s  21:28, December 22, 2015 (UTC)

Alderpaw opened one eye to see his father over him. He rolled over. ''...Great. My father's here... ugh.'' -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   21:29, December 22, 2015 (UTC)

Poppyfern had gone back to sleep, her head resting on Alderpaw's shoulder. M o s s  21:31, December 22, 2015 (UTC)

Elmpaw twitched his whiskers. "If I patiently awaited your attention, Oakpaw, I'd never be acknowledged. You watch over your sister so intently, not even a fox gnawing your tail off would bother you," he laughed, circling around the Abyssinian she-cat, putting a paw on her tail as he returned to her left side, settling down with his paws under his chest. 23:37, 12/22/2015

Oakpaw snorted, curling down to her side so she could roll onto her back while Elmpaw circled her. "'see's nut my issue, eisir!" the apprentice exclaimed, laughing. She reached forward and batted at Elmpaw's feet until he sat down, and quickly scooted away before he landed on top of her. "Yew pain me, Elmbaw. Yew wound me," she meowed, swaying her head back and forth to add drama to her tone. With a mighty lurch forward, Oakpaw tumbled over Elmpaw's broad shoulders, and stopped so she was resting across them.

Meanwhile, Fawnpaw and Piperflight departed. Fawnpaw went off to the apprentice's den, while Piperflight went back out of camp. The tom sped up to a trot, knowing if he was going to go for one more run, he had to get it in now, before any of the other cats noticed he was free for labor. 00:16, December 23, 2015 (UTC)

Elmpaw grunted as the she-cat landed on his shoulders. "I wound you!?" he huffed. "You're lucky you're small, otherwise I'd be flatter than a Thunderpath!" he exclaimed, turning his head as far to the side as he could, trying to see the she-cat's face. "Of course, I had plenty of time to move, but I was too lazy." He stretched his forelegs out so they weren't under his chest anymore, but made sure not to knock Oakpaw off his back. "You know, as much as this isn't comfortable for me, it can't be comfortable for you either," he moaned. 00:38, 12/23/2015

Ivyshade went hunting with Eagletalon, both warriors avoiding the other's gaze. Eventually Eagletalon asked, "Is everything okay?" I  cou ld  ev en  lea rn  how   to  L O  V  E    02:20, December 26, 2015 (UTC)

Poppyfern ran up to Alderpaw with scared eyes. "I'm expecting kits," she whispered. M o s s  01:57, December 28, 2015 (UTC)

(new sig! this is very long and i'm very sorry in advance - it took me forever to finish it but i'm heck proud!) Ivyshade let out a sigh. "Yeah...I just think my life could use a little excitement." T r y    t o     b e     a   '''R A  I  N  B  O  W         i n     s o m e o n e' s    c l o u d   02:15, December 28, 2015 (UTC)

Windsong lay on his side, glancing across camp at his mother and father. Deep down, the tom was wondering if he'd get any younger siblings anytime soon. Coastpaw was bored out of her mind, and feeling...like, half of herself. After all, her twin was dead. 05:56, December 30, 2015 (UTC)

(I have a feeling that coast is gonna die soon) Alderpaw pressed his head against his now-mate at the news she'd just told him. "That's... wonderful." -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   06:16, December 30, 2015 (UTC)

(yeeep) Resting her head on her paws, Coastpaw closed her eyes. Maybe...maybe she was somehow still alive, out there somewhere? She highly doubted this was true, and her attempts to raise her own spirits failed. 06:21, December 30, 2015 (UTC)

Poppyfern purred and lay down, her belly bulging out abnormally. She stumbled but regained herself. M o s s  12:02, December 30, 2015 (UTC)

(don't forget to plan out kits!) Willowstar was feeling...weird, as it seemed to her. She knew she was fine on the outside, but on the inside, she was determining her diagnosis...''Is this what I think it is...? Am I expecting kits?'' She shook her head and went over to Waspflight. "There's something you need to know," she whispered in his ear. "I'm expecting kits." T r y    t o     b e     a   R A  I  N  B  O  W        i n     s o m e o n e' s     c l o u d   14:08, December 30, 2015 (UTC)

Poppyfern glanced at Willowstar. The she-cat seemed to have the same abnormal wobblingness that Poppyfern had herself. "Are you expecting as well?" whispered the tortoiseshell M o  s s  15:18, December 30, 2015 (UTC)

(yaaaas more willowwasp kits <3) Alderpaw watched his mate move off to Willowstar. Wispheart and Cinderfire looked at Alderpaw suspiciously. Could their grandkit be... Impossible. His mate couldn't be expecting his kits as an apprentice, couldn't she...? Thankfully, Smokeash was out of camp, blissfully unaware about all this... for now. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   20:04, December 30, 2015 (UTC)

Willowstar gave the queen a small nod before flicking her tail. She wanted to spend some time alone with her mate. T r y    t o     b e     a   R A  I  N  B  O  W        i n     s o m e o n e' s     c l o u d   20:11, December 30, 2015 (UTC)

Oakpaw snorted. "I may be small, but I am strung," she meowed, twitching her whiskers out of amusement. She found it amusing when Elmpaw tried to turn and see her, so the apprentice reached forward and gently pushed his face back with her outstretched arm. "Lazy? Yew, lazy? You're finally admeeting it? Aboot time." Oakpaw managed to stay on his back while he moved, and rolled her eyes at his statement about comfort. "It's fine, really," she commented, but in that moment, she finally rolled off and landed next to him. 01:56, December 31, 2015 (UTC)

Willowstar pressed herself against her mate, shifting before running her tail down his back. "Love can be tragedy, but it is also a wonder." T r y    t o     b e     a   R A  I  N  B  O  W        i n     s o m e o n e' s     c l o u d   02:28, December 31, 2015 (UTC)

Poppyfern lay down next to her mate and nuzzled him gently. F l o     r i a       T o s      c a    09:28, January 1, 2016 (UTC)

Alderpaw nuzzled his mate back. He sould've really been preparing for his final assessment... oh well, that didn't really matter right now. Scorchflame was out of camp, staring beyond the Clan's territory. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   20:09, January 1, 2016 (UTC)

Willowstar shifted away from her mate. "Alderpaw's due for his warrior ceremony.." With that, the leader slowly climbed onto a large rock. "ScorchClan cats! Today we will be making one of our apprentices a warrior. Alderpaw, please step forward." T r y    t o     b e     a   R A  I  N  B  O  W        i n     s o m e o n e' s     c l o u d   16:41, January 4, 2016 (UTC)

Alderpaw, whose gray-and-brown fur was neatly groomed, stepped forward. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   19:44, January 4, 2016 (UTC)

(Coast will be a warrior, give her a random warrior name) 20:45, January 4, 2016 (UTC)

(*is totally not at school in the middle of english*) Alderpaw hadn't done well in his assessment, but Redriver didn't care. She stared at him, eyes glowing in pride. Lost souls in  r e v e r i e 20:48, January 4, 2016 (UTC)

(bet alder was too busy worrying about his mate in his assessment...) Smokeash's eyes beamed: his two kits in his Clan were becoming warriors... -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   21:17, January 4, 2016 (UTC)

WAspflight gently rested his broad head on his mate's, closing his eyes and purring deeply, only to pull away and look at Willowstar grimly. "I'm very happy to have another litter, however, I fear for their safety. I'm afraid we have a traitor among us...Blazefire, when me, Pumapaw, 'n Lilacsong were down, she just watched...She watched them die. I was going unconscious, could barely feel my legs, but I saw her, I saw her do nothing." 23:55, January 7, 2016 (UTC)

Suddenly, Poppyfern screamed. F l or i a T o sc a 00:17, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

(DRAMA) Alderpaw, at the sound of his mate screaming, started to dance on his paws as he waited for his warrior name. He had to get to his mate... this wasn't a great time at all. ''Oh, StarClan. Great, great, great, great, great....'' -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   00:19, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

Coastpaw flopped in surprise. Waspflight muttered to any cat that passed, telling them of Blazefire's doings. She was a traitor, and she had to go. 00:22, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

"The kits," wailed Poppyfern. F l or i a T o s<span style="color:rgb(167,8,8);">c <span style="color:rgb(140,4,3);">a 00:25, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

Alderpaw - inside - was going beserk. Scorchflame, who was out of camp, trailed over the border. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   00:37, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

Poppyfern's breath came in short gasps, but she staggered into the nursery. Later, there was a call from the nursery. "Two toms and a she-cat!" <span style="color:rgb(39,97,25);">F <span style="color:rgb(31,115,22);">l <span style="color:rgb(23,134,19);">o<span style="color:rgb(15,153,16);">r <span style="color:rgb(7,172,13);">i <span style="color:rgb(0,191,11);">a<span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;"> <span style="color:rgb(250,20,23);">T <span style="color:rgb(222,16,18);">o <span style="color:rgb(195,12,13);">s<span style="color:rgb(167,8,8);">c <span style="color:rgb(140,4,3);">a 00:51, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

Alderpaw tried to relax, but it was hard when your kits had just been born. He sent a silent plea to Willowstar: Give me my warrior name so that I can see my kits... Meanwhile, in the nursery, one of the toms - who was a brown tabby - mewled as he tried to beat his littermates to Poppyfern's belly for milk. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   03:21, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

Blazefire stepped into camp, a bit cautiously-- Redriver was pleased with the new kits. Lost souls in <span style="font-size:25px;color:#990000;font-family:brush script std;font-size:25px;text-shadow:0px 0px 2px #990000"> r e v e r i e 03:22, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

"Alderpaw..." called Poppyfern happily. <span style="color:rgb(39,97,25);">F <span style="color:rgb(31,115,22);">l <span style="color:rgb(23,134,19);">o<span style="color:rgb(15,153,16);">r <span style="color:rgb(7,172,13);">i <span style="color:rgb(0,191,11);">a<span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;"> <span style="color:rgb(250,20,23);">T <span style="color:rgb(222,16,18);">o <span style="color:rgb(195,12,13);">s<span style="color:rgb(167,8,8);">c <span style="color:rgb(140,4,3);">a 03:23, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

Waspflight spotted the returning journeyer in the corner in the eye. The whites of his eyes showing, the tom bared his fangs, leaping onto a boulder and pointing a paw at Blazefire. "There! That's the traitor! She watched Lilacsong and Pumapaw die, and she didn't help me while I tried to help them!" He screeched at the top of his lungs. 03:24, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

The shock of his words sent tremors up her spine. Previously she might have broken down, but Stormstar had healed her. The tabby straightened, eyes flashing. " After all I've done for this Clan, you dare call me a traitor? The deaths were terrible, and I know I could have done more. But that does not make me a traitor!" Lost souls in <span style="font-size:25px;color:#990000;font-family:brush script std;font-size:25px;text-shadow:0px 0px 2px #990000"> r e v e r i e 03:26, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

Oh, whatever, she'll check on them first. Alderpaw thought as the questing cats came into camp. I'll just see my kits quickly and be back... He then raced off to the nursery. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   03:27, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

"You watched them die!" The silver tabby warrior's voice shook with rage, sinking his claws into the ground like an eagle sinking its cruel talons into its dinner. "You could've saved them, but you didn't. How do we know that you didn't set us up?!" 03:29, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

Smokeash narrowed his eyes at Waspflight, unsure whether to believe the tabby warrior or not. Alderpaw burst into the nursery, and his eyes lit up at the sight of his kits. "...Poppyfern, they're beautiful...!" -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   03:38, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

One of Poppyfern's sons, a grayish brown tabby, mewled loudly. 03:39, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

"Grarkit..." whispered Poppyfern. <span style="color:rgb(39,97,25);">F <span style="color:rgb(31,115,22);">l <span style="color:rgb(23,134,19);">o<span style="color:rgb(15,153,16);">r <span style="color:rgb(7,172,13);">i <span style="color:rgb(0,191,11);">a<span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;"> <span style="color:rgb(250,20,23);">T <span style="color:rgb(222,16,18);">o <span style="color:rgb(195,12,13);">s<span style="color:rgb(167,8,8);">c <span style="color:rgb(140,4,3);">a 03:44, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

Alderpaw's gaze shifted to one of his sons - the one that had a more grayish pelt. "Graykit? I like that name." -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   03:46, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

(Foxkit) "You name the ginger one," Poppyfern said. (Everyone in the clearing is like-- wut...) <span style="color:rgb(39,97,25);">F <span style="color:rgb(31,115,22);">l <span style="color:rgb(23,134,19);">o<span style="color:rgb(15,153,16);">r <span style="color:rgb(7,172,13);">i <span style="color:rgb(0,191,11);">a<span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;"> <span style="color:rgb(250,20,23);">T <span style="color:rgb(222,16,18);">o <span style="color:rgb(195,12,13);">s<span style="color:rgb(167,8,8);">c <span style="color:rgb(140,4,3);">a 11:29, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

(Ik, Alderpaw just like casually ditched his own ceremony to see his kits xD) Alderpaw thought for a moment, his tail flicking, before he finally settled on a name. "...Foxkit." The unnamed kit mewled. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   19:52, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

(c'mon peeps, we gotta drive blaze out so she can go to FC...!) Waspflight yammered on about Blazefire being a traitor. 21:00, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

(Can Shimmertail do it?) Shimmer tail's ice blue eyes gleamed. <span style="color:rgb(39,97,25);">F <span style="color:rgb(31,115,22);">l <span style="color:rgb(23,134,19);">o<span style="color:rgb(15,153,16);">r <span style="color:rgb(7,172,13);">i <span style="color:rgb(0,191,11);">a<span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;"> <span style="color:rgb(250,20,23);">T <span style="color:rgb(222,16,18);">o <span style="color:rgb(195,12,13);">s<span style="color:rgb(167,8,8);">c <span style="color:rgb(140,4,3);">a 21:42, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

(i don't mean run her out of camp, rather rise up against her...i believe she's leaving on her own) The silver tabby warrior continued to rant. Windsong sat alone, muttering to himself that his father was a an old dolt, simply going insane. Coastpaw gazed at Willowstar, her gaze dull as usual. Her pelt, despite her ceremony currently going on, was matted and very much ungroomed, her ribs showing through. She hadn't eaten in days. 21:51, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

"Yeah, Blazefire. Get out traitor." Shimmer tail's eyes were filled with contempt. <span style="color:rgb(39,97,25);">F <span style="color:rgb(31,115,22);">l <span style="color:rgb(23,134,19);">o<span style="color:rgb(15,153,16);">r <span style="color:rgb(7,172,13);">i <span style="color:rgb(0,191,11);">a<span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;"> <span style="color:rgb(250,20,23);">T <span style="color:rgb(222,16,18);">o <span style="color:rgb(195,12,13);">s<span style="color:rgb(167,8,8);">c <span style="color:rgb(140,4,3);">a 21:54, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

(she will, but she'll talk to Willowstar about it first 'cause she's Blaze). Blazefire's stomach wrenched. Cool fire flared in her eyes as she looked at Shimmertail. " I did nothing. You are the one picking a fight."--- Redriver heard Waspflight and slowly emerged from the crowd. Lost souls in <span style="font-size:25px;color:#990000;font-family:brush script std;font-size:25px;text-shadow:0px 0px 2px #990000"> r e v e r i e 22:17, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

Shimmer tail's eyes blue eyes blazed back. <span style="color:rgb(39,97,25);">F <span style="color:rgb(31,115,22);">l <span style="color:rgb(23,134,19);">o<span style="color:rgb(15,153,16);">r <span style="color:rgb(7,172,13);">i <span style="color:rgb(0,191,11);">a<span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;"> <span style="color:rgb(250,20,23);">T <span style="color:rgb(222,16,18);">o <span style="color:rgb(195,12,13);">s<span style="color:rgb(167,8,8);">c <span style="color:rgb(140,4,3);">a 22:18, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

"Mother," Blazefire said, trying her hardest to keep the desperation out of her voice. " Tell them. You know I wouldn't do anything, don't you?"--- Redriver stared back evenly. " It's simple. If you didn't do it, you didn't do it. It doesn't matter if I believe it or not." Lost souls in <span style="font-size:25px;color:#990000;font-family:brush script std;font-size:25px;text-shadow:0px 0px 2px #990000"> r e v e r i e 22:20, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

Pebblefrost padded out of his den, his ears flat. He wearily gazed at Blazefire, his eyes round. Furious yet confused, he raced over, puffing out his chest. "What in StarClan is going on here?"  sticks and stones may break my bones but words just might kill me. 22:25, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

"And what about this last one?" Alderpaw's gaze shifted to the brown tabby. Wispheart and Cinderfire both scowled, the senior warriors unsure as well. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   22:29, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

Poppyfern nudged Alderpaw toward the last kit. "And?..." <span style="color:rgb(39,97,25);">F <span style="color:rgb(31,115,22);">l <span style="color:rgb(23,134,19);">o<span style="color:rgb(15,153,16);">r <span style="color:rgb(7,172,13);">i <span style="color:rgb(0,191,11);">a<span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;"> <span style="color:rgb(250,20,23);">T <span style="color:rgb(222,16,18);">o <span style="color:rgb(195,12,13);">s<span style="color:rgb(167,8,8);">c <span style="color:rgb(140,4,3);">a 22:40, January 8, 2016 (UTC) 22:40, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

Alderpaw thought of another name off the top of his head. "...Eaglekit." He then purred. "Eaglekit, Foxkit, and Graykit." -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   22:42, January 8, 2016 (UTC)

"They're perfect," purred Poppyfern. <span style="color:rgb(39,97,25);">F <span style="color:rgb(31,115,22);">l <span style="color:rgb(23,134,19);">o<span style="color:rgb(15,153,16);">r <span style="color:rgb(7,172,13);">i <span style="color:rgb(0,191,11);">a<span style="font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:14px;"> <span style="color:rgb(250,20,23);">T <span style="color:rgb(222,16,18);">o <span style="color:rgb(195,12,13);">s<span style="color:rgb(167,8,8);">c <span style="color:rgb(140,4,3);">a 22:51, January 8, 2016 (UTC)