reese
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Posted by reese on Sept 6, 2023 23:26:54 GMT
violetstar no tag
✦ a more observant fogclan warrior might notice a pattern within violetstar's patrolling habits - her paws never dare to stray too far north of camp, lest she encounter the serpent's run. a more observant fogclan warrior might have noticed, too, that despite her evident voracious appetite for work, she had yet to assign herself an apprentice. it would not be wrong to say, then, that she had been avoiding the serpent's run ever since the death of her kits - however, it would be wise to not make any comment on it at all, should any member of fogclan value having a tongue to speak with.
the reedy wetland that stretches across fogclan's southern territory is a far more forgiving terrain to poor swimmers like herself, or to her haunted mind each time she thinks of those crashing waters. the water here is much shallower, calmer, and clearer. it has become her latest thinking spot, weaving through the reeds, watching the glimmer of fish scales beneath the surface of the water, frogs that leap out from their hiding places in lilypads.
it all opens up into a vast expanse of clear space, the bountiful plain, a meadow of herbs and wildflowers, a sanctuary of untouched prey lands. sun shines down upon the field of tall grass. violetstar has no doubt that green-leaf is another story, with the sun blazing upon the open air, not a spot of shade in sight, for even the berry bushes are thick and twisted with brambles that dare not share their haven from the sun. still, she sees no reason why poppyclan would not stake their claim on such fruitful land. it seems a waste. at least she can appreciate it from here, lurking in the shallows, water dripping from her sheen, ruddy fur.
open thread to poppy and fog kitties!
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Posted by plagueparchments on Sept 8, 2023 20:00:39 GMT
SHADESPLASH - FOGCLAN DEPUTYNot a spot of shade in sight, except for the large black cat that was approaching. He didn't exactly have the most graceful walk, trouncing upon whatever grass happened to be in his way. He held his head and tail high, a pleased expression on his face, for he had found a new flower to wear on his head like the head-pelts some of the humans would wear. Shadesplash saw a spot in the distance-- a fellow cat? He started to bound over, almost falling over himself when he discarded that maneuver for a more "sneaky" one. His heart had pounded further when he had noticed that it was the leader of his Clan, his only superior, Violetstar. She looked... lonely. A little sad, maybe. All of a sudden, he hatched an idea, turning back towards the bush where he had procured his most recent flower. It wasn't far from his leader, he could even make her out a little from the bush if he tried hard enough. After gently tugging at the stem of the bush, he was able to carry the flower with his mouth. He figured that putting it on another cat would be much easier than putting it on his own head, should she choose to accept it. After that whole ordeal, Shadesplash came bounding back towards his leader. She most definitely heard him before she saw him, his large paws crashing against the ground. "Hello there!" Shadesplash cried out in a muffled tone, moving in closer and closer.
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Posted by STRAY on Sept 11, 2023 3:06:35 GMT
BEETLESTAR A solo hunt did wonders for the mind and body. Whenever Beetlestar needed a moment to themself, either because they needed to think or they simply wanted a break, they quietly meowed a word to their deputy and to the healer and slipped out of camp. They never went unnoticed, of course, but patrols that happened to pass by would leave them alone with nothing more than a "good hunting".
Today's hunt brought them close to the Bountiful Plain. Warriors past and present have always been tempted to hunt beyond the borders—and technically, they're allowed to—but generations of leaders have warned against it. A skirmish with a passing loner could bring an entire colony to their borders. Beetlestar eyed the wind chimes decorating the trees as they passed by. They'd tell the next patrol to check them; Leaf-bare frost often formed brittle cracks, and silent chimes meant no one was home.
A scent on the wind caught their attention, but it wasn't prey. Cats, they quickly realized. Ah. That's right, FogClan also borders the plain. Though they usually kept to their side of the river... so it shouldn't be anything to worry about. Still, it'd be quite rude if they didn't make themselves known. If they could smell FogClan, they could probably smell PoppyClan. They followed the scent, staying within PoppyClan's borders the whole way.
And they were right to assume. They spotted the figures of two cats off in the distance amongst the reeds. Was that...? With a squint, they realized it was FogClan's leader and deputy, Violetstar and Shadesplash, two newer contenders within the territories (they realized, with a wrinkle of their nose, they were older than the both of them). Would they be intruding upon a conversation...? No, they thought, as they watched Shadesplash noisily bound over. Violetstar had probably been having herself a think, much like they were.
With a sigh, Beetlestar shook their head and veered towards the river's edge, conscious of their borders and of the fact they have no prey in sight.
"Good hunting!" Beetlestar called across the river. They'd considered the fact that'd be scaring off prey nearby, but neither FogClanner seemed to be tracking anything. They put on an easy-going face and narrowed their eyes to show they bore no ill will. Their tail waved in greeting, an effort to make themself obvious.
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reese
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Posted by reese on Sept 17, 2023 16:41:53 GMT
violetstar ✦ it is not that she is hunting anything, per se, but the crunching of heavy paws against sand that preludes the sound of reckless splashing in the shallows behind her send the flashes of silver minnows scattering from where she had been watching them, as if she were mesmerized (really, it was just the spot she was looking when she got lost in thought). her ears swivel in the direction of the sound before her head does, chartreuse eyes landing on the clunky shape of shadesplash as he practically barreled towards her. something hangs loosely from his jaws - not prey, she realizes with a minor twitch of annoyance, but a flower.
"shadesplash," violetstar greets with significantly less enthusiasm, wondering what such luck would land her quiet walk out with perhaps one of the loudest cats in the clan. before she can say more, the wind carries a distinct scent past her, and her body tenses instinctively - poppyclan. she turns away from him, eyes narrowed as her gaze searches the slope of poppyclan territory that greets the river. movement splits the long strands of grass and tall wildflowers, before finally, a lone cat emerges. beetlestar. violetstar's fur relaxes before her mind does.
"and beetlestar," she continues. "should i expect your deputy to come tumbling out of the weeds as well? arrange a mini-gathering? ridgeclan might take offense to not having an invite."
local mean girl trying to sit in her feels puts up walls again around others. who would have guessed
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Posted by plagueparchments on Oct 3, 2023 12:43:31 GMT
SHADESPLASH - FOGCLAN DEPUTYShadesplash's jaw opened, the flower fluttering to the ground. "I... I take it you don't want the flower?" he asked, blinking slightly. Truth be told, he was a little scared of his leader. She never seemed to be... friendly towards him? What did he do wrong? He shook his head. Better not to get lost in thought.
"That's... that's okay!" he exclaimed, bending down to pick up the flower again. He set his focus to Beetlestar. He felt much more warmth from the jack than he ever had from his own leader, but maybe warmth was not the FogClan leader's thing. And that was okay!
"Beetlestar!" he exclaimed, flower in mouth. "Would you like a flower?"
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Posted by STRAY on Oct 9, 2023 3:47:59 GMT
BEETLESTAR With a discerning look and a tilt of their head, Beetlestar eyed the large black tom (well, large for FogClan standards, anyway) as he seemed to shrink away from his leader. How... strange that those prickly forest cats managed to produce one with his temperament. They shook their head, keeping a small but easy smile. "No thank you, Shadesplash. StarClan knows we've plenty on our side of the river."
Their gaze shifted to Violetstar, eyes crinkling at her remark. And how strange that FogClan's leader tended to refrain from the usual polite euphemisms and metaphor-laced speech the forest cats seemed oh-so fond of. Both so young in their leadership roles, and both proving again and again to be more... interesting than Beetlestar initially thought. They briefly thought back on the previous FogClan leaders and deputies--three, if they could recall, who had passed and been succeeded by another in their lifetime. The elders used to claim FogClan was gripped by some kind of curse. But as far as Beetlestar knew, they were all just aging.
Perhaps this time, the calico jack mused, there will be stability for many moons to come.
"Not unless my deputy has decided to disobey my orders," Beetlestar responded, again, with a shake of their head. Tail held high, they continued, "I decided to hunt alone. Easy way to let go of some of one's troubles, don't you think? Though I hadn't counted on running into the two of you."
tags: reese plagueparchments word count: 250 notes: there will not, in fact, be stability for moons to come
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