Stonefell - 21 moons - Warrior - Healthy - Camp - Mentions: Sootheart, Risingstorm, OPEN

Stonefell turned to the tom and flicked her ear. "Hello Risingstorm," she meowed, sitting down between Risingstorm and Sootheart. She was hoping to just get taking out Maplestream already, but she appreciated the distraction.

"What is it?" Stonefell asked, tilting her head to the side.

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Risingstorm - 27 Moons - Warrior - Healthy - Camp - Mentions: Stonefell, Sootheart, Terrastar ID, Open!

Risingstorm purred in greeting as he approached the two she-cats closer. He took note of the slight look of impatience in her eye, but didn't assign himself any typical personal flaw as he already noticed they were scheming something to do together. He could only guess it had to do with poor Maplestream still shambling around. He flashed a coy smile at the younger, newer warrior, as he recalled to himself that they had yet to speak to one another; yet he was shyly looking forward to it.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," he began, looking to and from each of the she-cats equally, "but I have something to say about the water mission. Terrastar has a change of plans, and asked me to gather as many cats as possible, of all ages. He has ordered me to seek out water at the twoleg nests instead of seeking out a new water source; I can only imagine that Aetherclan won't be willing to help with the original mission anymore."

He cast his gaze back toward the medicine cat den, ears drawn back at the thought of the story Terrastar had just told him. I still can't believe Fernstar would do such a thing...we're all so lucky Terrastar is so formidable, for his sake and ours, he quickly thought to himself.

"Would you like to come along with the first group?" he inquired, returning his gaze to them as swiftly as he had let it stray. Looking past them at Maplestream, he continued "after you're finished doing what you've set out to do, of course. I didn't mean to interrupt you." He dipped his head respectfully to the two she-cats, before continuing to offer with a steady gaze, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

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Addermask - 36 moons - Warrior - Healthy - Camp - Mentions: Risingstorm, Sootheart, Stonefell

Addermask had gotten lucky on their brief hunting expedition, quickly catching a fat squirrel as it had tried to leap onto a tree. His Aetherclan--no, his Skyclan heritage being a boon to him once again. As he returned to the clan with the prey, putting it on the formerly empty fresh-kill pile, his ears swiveled about catching onto discussion within the clan. Lots of whispers, now from the living cats. It appears the fox-hearted Fernstar had attacked Terrastar and it seemed Terrastar was going to instead send out cats to th twoleg dens to seek out water. It was a good idea, Addermask reasoned, as his thirst was only increased by dealing with the undead cats. He felt some unease about seeing his family again, wondering if they’d think he had failed as a clan cat. Of course, with his leader’s approval and the whole clan headed to get water, surely they would understand it was the drought. He could tell his mother, Mottlewing, that even the lake had dried up. Surely she’d understand they had no other choice and weren’t vying to be kittypets again.

He also felt awkward padding over to Risingstorm, eavesdropping as he talked to Sootheart and Stonefell. He felt as if he might just offend more cats if he spoke, but he did indeed want to go on this expedition. Already he remembered places that might be useful and he knew the smell of his loner family. If he could find them, they’d be able to lead them to water sources.

“I apologize for intruding,” the tom said, trying for once to be somewhat polite, “but if it’s possible, I would also like to go on the expedition to look for water. My mother and siblings still live in the twolegplace and I’m familiar with the area. I could be helpful.”

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Birchheart - 26 Moons - Deputy - Healthy - Medicine Cat Den - Mentions: Terrastar, Rainpaw ID, Dark Forest Cats, Open!

Birchheart stayed silent when her mate put his tail up. She waited patiently as Terrastar discussed his plans with others on what to do next. ‘So I guess you there will be two warrior ceremonies soon?’ She thought to herself, at the mention of Oakpaw’s ceremony. She was surprised to hear that her leader wanted to drink from the kittypets supply. Wasn’t that against the warrior code? Then again, the leader’s word was also the warrior code. She quickly pushed these thoughts out of her mind when Terrastar finally gave her his full attention.

“You’re assumption is correct! Rainpaw passed her assessment. So there is definitely a warrior ceremony in order.” She spoke, proud of Rainpaw. “We did have some, problems, with the Dark Forest Cats earlier. Other clanmates are becoming uneasy, but hopefully their unease will be put to rest when they realize that the Dark Forest cats were right about Aetherclan.” She spoke solemnly. She couldn’t believe that they were right. Was their plea for help just an excuse to get her leader vulnerable? She had so many questions, it was probably noticeable to the others around her, as her eyes became etched with worry. She shook her head, and focused her green eyes on her leader. “Is there anything else you’d want me to do? I’m willing to help. But if not, I might take Owlpaw training soon, I haven’t really had the time to do so yet.” She noted. Her eyes were trained on her leader. His eyes were intoxicating, but something didn’t seem right. She quickly pushed those thoughts away. ‘Why would Terrastar lie to me?’ She thought, happy to know that if there were any one cat that Terrastar trusted, it would be her.

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Stonefell - 21 moons - Warrior - Healthy - Camp - Mentions: Sootheart, Risingstorm, Addermask, OPEN

Stonefell swiftly regarded Addermask with a slight tilt of her chin and locked her gaze with Risingstorm. "We will gladly accompany you to twolegplace," shifting her gaze to Addermask, she added, "Addermask, you're correct. We will need your help manuvering twolegplace, so thank you for tagging along."

Sniffing, the grey shecat turned her attention to Maplestream's shuffling remains. Letting out a huff, Stonefell asked, "We need to take care of Maplestream before we leave, however—" Her voice lowered to a sad whisper—"we can't leave him like this."

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Risingstorm - 27 Moons - Warrior - Healthy - Camp - Mentions: Stonefell, Sootheart, Addermask, Open!

Risingstorm noticed Addermask's entrance back into camp, and as the tom made his approach to the small group he made sure to give him a respectful dip of his head. A small rush of...something positive flooded through him as he noticed Stonefell's primary attention on him, rather than the new male. Regardless, it filled him with such bliss to see his fellow warriors so eager and willing to work together. "But of course, Addermask," Risingstorm wholly concurred, "you should absolutely come along! The more cats, the better, and your experience is absolutely invaluable. We would absolutely accept your paws coming along."

He turned his attention back onto Sootheart and Stonefell, sighing. Stonefell was absolutely right; they couldn't just leave Maplestream in such a condition. He had already suffered enough, surely. "You're right, we should do something about him. What do the two of you think? I know you were observing him before I came over."

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Sootheart - 13 moons - Warrior - Healthy - Camp - Mentions: Stonefell, Risingstorm, Addermask


Sootheart waits patiently while Risingstorm talks. She pretends that this is the first time she's hearing about the change of plans concerning water. She's pretty sure it's frowned upon to eavesdrop here too. Some things are universal. Risingstorm mentions Aetherclan and the young warrior remembers something about a fight between the leaders while she was listening in. She gives a silent shrug. Who needs them anyway. Terraclan is strong enough to find their own water. She doesn't voice this though as the tom looks worried about this. Then he asks if he could help and Sootheart thinks he might be able to hold Maplestream down better than the two shes could. She's about to say this, but Addermask joins in the conversation. Huh. Maybe eavesdropping was acceptable here?

The ex-kittypet studies Addermask. So he's from Twolegplace too? But he didn't look like a kittypet. Sootheart remembers stories she heard from her parents about mean cats that lived by twoleg nests but not with any twolegs. Maybe he was one of them?

Stonefell accepts the invitation from Risingstorm and Sootheart adds a quick "me too," before going back to studying Addermask. If he lived in Twolegplace, had he seen her with her housefolk? Sootheart doesn't remind the group that she was a kittypet. She's trying so hard to be taken seriously as a clancat, she feels mentioning it would set her back. She hears Stonefell's voice sadden, again watching Maplestream. With how sad everyone is about his undead-news, maybe she would've like him when he was alive. Eh, too late now.

Maybe saying "Oh we were just gonna smash him," is too insensitive. But that's what they were planning on doing. Is there any nicer way to say it? Sootheart decides that thinking too much about it won't do any good and just says to Risingstorm, "We were gonna crush his head. Do you think you could help hold him down?"

Sootheart glances back to Addermask before returning her attention to Risingstorm. For some reason, he has caught her interest. She will study him more later. For now, business.

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(( I apologize for the delay! I was waiting for Stonefell or Addermask to perhaps come in, yet I don't want to leave too big of a pause between posts ))

Risingstorm - 27 Moons - Warrior - Healthy - Camp - Mentions: Stonefell, Sootheart, Addermask, Open!

The studious expression on the young, quiet warrior's face made Risingstorm's whiskers twitch with amusement as she listened to Addermask speak. He didn't know much about Sootheart quite yet, yet he guessed there was a reason she was looking at the tom with such an expression. He could always ask her about it during their travels. The fur along his back lightly bristled momentarily, however, when the young warrior turned her intense, studious gaze to him.

"C-crush his head?" he briefly stuttered, regaining his voice with an "ahem". "Sure, I can hold him down for you. Would you like to hold him down with me, Addermask?"

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Addermask - 36 moons - Warrior - Healthy - Camp - Mentions: Stonefell, Risingstorm

The tabby tom was pleased that he could be useful, even if he was unsure about the whole situation. Mind you, it wasn’t every day cats rose from the dead. With Maplestream’s burnt, pitiful body on display, he couldn’t help but be saddened as well. He hadn’t gotten to know the former medicine cat well, but he knew their skill in healing and connection to the ancestors was important.

Unlike with Stonefell’s mention however, he felt Risingstorm wasn’t quite as truthful in his happiness about him coming along. He couldn’t place the feeling exactly, but living among loners probably was just making him paranoid. He enjoyed the clan life, but it was strange still being surrounded by so many cats, especially toms that didn’t immediately want to fight him. Otherwise he noticed that Sootheart was watching him closely, which was odd, but maybe it was with a sudden sense of familiarity. He hadn’t recognized her, but maybe she had seen him at some point, his kin and him skulking around the twolegplace, hunting mice and drinking from puddles.

As is, it was probably luckily he didn’t know Maplestream, considering what had just been asked of him by Risingstorm. He looked at the former medicine cat, at how weak they appeared. It reminded him of when a cat was hit on the thunderpath, what sometimes the loners did in mercy.

“I could do that, sure,” he meowed to Risingstorm, eying the undead feline before him.

The focus was on the head, probably had to be since he couldn’t figure out how the cat was even still moving, so he used his long, strong forelimbs to his benefit. He pounced onto the undead cat’s shoulders, pinning them to the ground. The cat let out an uncanny yowl and his back legs thrashed, but his fore paws could barely twitch with his shoulders halfway to dislocation.

“Yes, that’ll work,” he mumbled.

The dead cat hissed at him and tried to bite, but it was useless--then they went back to ranting about Aethercclan.

He glanced up at Risingstorm. “If you could get his feet, I think Sootheart and Stonefell could take care of caving in his skull. Hopefully that will work.”

Hopefully too Risingstorm wasn’t too squeamish about killing a former clanmate that he could handle holding the undead tom’s legs until they stopped moving for good.

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(( Only responding so soon in order for Risingstorm to be able to hold Maplestream down ))

Risingstorm - 27 Moons - Warrior - Healthy - Camp - Mentions: Stonefell, Sootheart, Addermask, Open!

Risingstorm wasn't satisfied with the vibes he felt were coming from his fellow tom, which made his chest feel as if it would sink. They were still unfamiliar with each other, so perhaps there was still plenty of time to amend such distrust, if any distrust even existed outside of his own perception. Oh well, that was for another time. For now, they needed to first take care of Maplestream, then find the water they all desperately needed.

Before waiting for further input, Addermask pounced squarely upon the undead cat's shoulders. He watched how the ex-medicine cat slumped easily to the ground, even though he tried to fight back against the tom on his back. It didn't take long for him to start preaching the very same words that were spoken just earlier about Aetherclan and their hostile plans. This is sad...but perhaps if I had the chance to meet him before he came to be in this state, it would grieve me more than seem too macabre rather than morose.

His breath momentarily caught in his nostrils, feeling uneasy as he looked down at the charred cat. What would his flesh feel like under his pads, he wondered? Or taste, if he had to bite down to prevent him from squirming further? He shuddered, but this was no time to falter. Eyes narrowed and lips curled, Risingstorm crouched down and leaped towards the undead tom's hind legs, clutching the thickened, charred flesh between his claws. It was revolting, yet Risingstorm wasn't about to loosen his grasp; nay, he only tightened it. Now would certainly be the moment for the two she-cats to strike, and take the ex-medicine cat from his extended misery.

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Terrastar - 40 Moons - Terraclan Leader - Injured - Camp - Mentions: Oakpaw, Birchheart, Open!

Terrastar let a pleased purr rumble through him at the news of Rainpaw's successful assessment. He nodded his head as she spoke of the Dark Forest cats. "The Dark Forest watches over us, we should teach our warriors to take their warnings seriously." He commented. He looked to his mate and noticed her far-away look, nudging her gently to waken her again. "What's on your mind, sweetheart?" He questioned, a tender loving tone to his voice. He smiled a little at the mention of Owlpaw. He glanced at Oakpaw and gestured for him to ready himself for their travels to the Dreampool.

"I feel a little better now, I want to hold the warrior ceremony as soon as the undead cats are gone." He closed his eyes as fresh grief over Maplestream threatened to overwhelm him. "Maplestream will need a vigil, I want him buried now." He almost whispered. "We will sit around his grave to respect his life and everything he gave for this Clan." He went on. "Without him, I wouldn't have been able to get us to where we are now. Him and Stormstep..." He let out a shaky breath and composed himself. "I always imagined that if anyone were to train a new medicine cat apprentice, it would be him." He let out a soft laugh. "You remember how excited he was when Owlpaw first became an apprentice?" He asked, a small 'mrrow' of laughter leaving him. "And when he first saw Addermask? His first words were 'his name should be Tallfoot!'" He recalled fondly. His expressions soured a little as his heart thudded hard against his ribs. "He was my best friend."

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Owlpaw - 7 Moons - Apprentice- Healthy - Apprentice Den - Mentions: @ Oakpaw, Rainpaw[ID], Addermask[ID], Terrastar[ID], Birchheart , Open

Slitted eyes punctured his visual orbs to let in delicate photography in memoirs. Tufted ears listening to his comrade to answer his brief question. He felt a tingle grip his spine in the sheer mention of Terrastar in possible danger. He would jump to his leader's side to defend him vigorously if he could and most like die in the attempt. He followed the apprentice's gaze to onlook incoming of arriving cats but quickly took his glance away from their presence, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone at the moment. His fabricated gaze now locked onto his paws, unaware of the opposition that stirred beside them as Oakpaw added another vital statement.

His bobbed appendage tucked deeper under his hide, for he was correct. Fear here was not necessary, but weariness would be the compliment of the sort. He wanted to drift into space and recollect in another day, feeling his body crack under the earth's gravitational pull. His skull propped against Oakpaw's shoulder doubtfully noticing that the apprentice was in a mere trance, clearly fixated on something that caught his attention. To a fling of his comrade's fur on end and a shuffle, he felt his friend's body plop into the earth suddenly. Huh? Owlpaw looked down as Oakpaw had regained his physique to sit back up. A brow wanted to quirk at this sudden action, but it seemed the once surge of energy behold the tom's primitive eyes were doused and famished.

Rainpaw had approached at that same moment, and Owlpaw felt his body slink away from the pair to isolate himself yet again. Although she shared an increase nourishment for Rainpaw's company, his internal feelings muffled his mindset. He could not disappear quick enough as Addermask went to aid in Oakpaw's sudden collapse fiasco. With a quick glance at this effort, the bobbed tail tom dipped his head courteously to excuse himself. His mirrored pools dancign with each flicker of soul passing by them. All these starry figures still sparked a sense of strange in his self-being but with also wonder.

His heart pounded with a leap, hearing the frantic cry of Terrastar calling his Oakpaw and Risingstorm. His whiskers flared on end, was Oakpaw correct? He could taste the faint scribble of blood in the wind, and the sheer stench of masked Aetherclan scent highlighted the camp's air with temptation. Not to mention Mapelstream's body was mingling about causing an even greater trauma to the sight. But it seemed that his eyes were not the only who caught this, as his body was disposed of accordingly.

His tranquil sights resting on an approaching Mintwhisker, lovely as ever. He seemed surprised on his position next to Addermask again?. How did he end up back here? Maybe perhaps with such alarm, his body naturally sought the biggest thing in close range which was Addermask. He looked up at the large tom with apologetic eyes, hoping to not have disturbed him in such a manner. The invitation was a delight to distract his mind from this aroma of madness brewing under hidden doors. He nodded quietly and accompanied both noble warriors, feeling a pep bounce in his gait. He needed the fresh air, and surely everyone would relax a little more with full bellies.

As time yearned, he managed to catch a few mice that dangled sparingly in his jaws by their tails. Letting his paws reach towards the earth to cushion their fall when he dropped them into the fresh kill pile. The whispers and nonchalant conversation fluttered his canals as he weaved his way like a silent snake through the camp's heart. His gaze searching for one cat in particular that he hadn't laid them upon in quite some time; his mentor. Not seeing her meandering around caused worry but he must relax if he is to survive this trouble time.

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Birchheart - 26 Moons - Deputy - Healthy - Camp - Mentions: Terrastar, Owlpaw, everyone ID, Open!

Birchheart purred at her mates happiness with Rainpaw’s success. She blushed when he caught her thinking about something. “Oh, it’s nothing darling!” She reassured him. She wanted to head off and talk to Owlpaw. She hadn’t talked to him in a while, and she wanted to assure him that she hadn’t forgotten about him. She listened intently to Terrastar’s instructions. Rainpaw’s ceremony will be soon, same with Oakpaw. However, she was saddened by how fondly he spoke of Maplestream. She didn’t really have a great interaction with him, but she couldn’t deny that he was Terrastar’s best friend. She nodded at his sentiments, and once he was finished, she spoke. “Maplestream was a fine Medicine Cat, and I’m sure that he is proud of you now, Terrastar. I should probably go find Owlpaw, and go hunting with him.” Birchheart spoke.

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Mintwhisper - 33 moons - Warrior - Hot but otherwise Healthy - Camp - Mentions: Birchheart, Terrastar, Oakpaw(ID), Open!

Mintwhisper brushed past the medicine cat den, the red she-cat was restless but also hot. She would admit that while her pelt was great for leaf-bare it was a burden during green-leaf or maybe she was just complaining to much. She stuck to the shadows around camp and somewhat desperately wished that the water patrol would go out though by the looks of it she was not to be invited. Feeling a bit left out the white speckled she-cat padded over to where Birchheart sat next to Terrastar, Oakpaw must be thoroughly annoyed at the almost constant line of cats that had come in and out of his den.

"Hello Terrastar, Birchheart." She dipped her head in greeting, her accent a bit heavier from the exhausting heat. "I couldn't help but overhear that you were going hunting?" Her question was directed toward the deputy, her minty green eyes flicking between the two. "Would you mind if I join you? Unless there's something else I can do, just think I might go stir-crazy if I stay idle for much longer." She ended her sentence with a chuckle, a friendly smile playing on her lips.

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