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Posted by littlewing on Nov 11, 2023 2:30:11 GMT
M U D D Y B U G
POPPYCLAN WARRIOR
Warmth. Muddybug’s pelt was bathed in sunlight, a soft blanket of New-Leaf rays tucking her in sweetly. Her small form was mostly obscured by tall grass, the feathery green waves brushing along her sides, along her cheeks, rising and falling with each of her quiet breaths. She had meant to attend to the plants here— some patches didn’t receive rainwater as equally as others, and every bit of flora was important to maintain. As she was searching for the proper water-carrying vessel (hopefully something more substantial than a large leaf), the sweet afternoon sun had lulled Muddybug into letting her guard down, comforting golden licks that eventually convinced her to curl up and take a nap. A short one wouldn’t hurt, and no one would notice that she was gone. The morning stretched into the afternoon, clouds whisked away to lands the clans have never walked, the sun inching across the sky until it beamed directly atop her, too strong a brightness for closed lids. Her head rose slowly, eyes blinking in drowsy confusion. How long has she been out? Long enough where dandelions have collected on top of her, the little white patches of fuzz carried by the wind. She yawned and her paws stretched forward, claws grasping at the cushioned, fertile earth. Muddybug’s ears stood straight up when she remembered what she was doing. Looking for some sort of water-container-thingy….. water the dry patches… Maybe if she’s lucky, she’ll find a curved piece of bark around here.
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Posted by STRAY on Dec 18, 2023 5:34:18 GMT
BEETLESTAR Another solo hunt to clear a weary mind. How nice it must be, they thought, that FogClan had nothing to worry about when it came time to plan when and where to hunt. The river was a boon... and unfortunately, both PoppyClan and RidgeClan were loathe to learn the skills or acquire the taste to partake. But envy was not what they had come out here for, and so they pushed on.
Beetlestar scented the air, but nothing in particular caught their nose. Except--no, there was a familiar scent on the wind. PoppyClan was nearby. Usually, they avoided the patrols as much as they could, preferring to be left completely alone unless urgent. Only one of their Clanmates was nearby at the moment, though... and it couldn't hurt to talk to another warrior outside of their usual duties. Right?
Right, they reassured themselves. It wouldn't be good to face every inconvenience with isolation.
The scent trail led Beetlestar further into the meadow. They kept their pace brisk and walked silently when possible. Eventually, they peered through the tallgrass to find the dandelion-peppered fur of Muddybug, one of PoppyClan's newer warriors. Must've dozed off, the way she moved lethargically. The faintest of smiles flashed on Beetlestar's face as they moved forward and made their presence known.
"Hell of an ambush to take a warrior so off guard," Beetlestar said, tilting their head as they looked over the small clumps of white fuzz on Muddybug's pelt. Their eyes squinted in a show of lightheartedness.
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Posted by littlewing on Jan 5, 2024 19:04:28 GMT
M U D D Y B U G
POPPYCLAN WARRIOR
Muddybug startled at the sound of another’s meow, her pelt fluffing out until she was as round as the dandelions dotted atop her. She turned around with wide eyes. Fear melted to familiarity as she recognized her leader, then transformed into slight embarrassment. She must have looked so frazzled; the fur on her cheeks flattened from a nap, the rest of her body covered in various plant bits… Well, maybe the latter wasn’t so embarrassing, as the texture of her pelt seemed to catch all sorts of burrs and leaves no matter how much she groomed. “Beetlestar!” She exclaimed, catching her breath. “I was looking for—“ she paused, the tips of her canines poking out as her mouth hung slightly open. Her tongue moved faster than her mind, which was still in the process of waking up. The she-cat’s brows creased in thought. “—Bark!” Muddybug completed her thought with a nod. “I noticed some dry spots in the field. I thought it might be a good idea to maintain them while water is still plentiful,” she explained her plan in the hopes that her little break would be forgotten, or at least excused. Poppyclan territory received plenty of rain during the later moons, though Muddybug noticed that whatever was dry tended to get a bit drier as the weather grew colder. She had trained with Beetlestar a few times as an apprentice, always appreciating the jack’s easy-going nature and guiding paws, though quickly fell into a routine as a newly-appointed warrior, one that kept them at a rabbit’s length apart. It was easy to stick to the deputy’s schedule of hunting and patrolling, and it was something Muddybug was all too eager to fall into after those six moons by her mentor’s side. All things considered, Muddybug was happy to see Beetlestar again, even if the circumstances could have painted her in a less slack-off light.
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