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 Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 1:44 pm
Look around you.
The Medicine Cat Den is also located on the same hill as the Nursery, but in the other side. The reason for the two dens to be located near each other is because the medicine cat can attend to any sudden emergencies of birth, injuries of kits, etc. The den is also steep as an opening. Once you enter there is two small cave-like openings that is dark unless if you enter. The right passage way leads to a large room. In this room are the patients that lay in their comfortable nests. The other opening leads to the medicine cat's bedding and herbs. In this room, the medicine cat is the only one to enter, where she organizes her herbs and rests.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 4:33 pm
Hauntednight
The living nightmare ~=============================================~ [Hauntednight turned his burning amber eyes to his nephew, surprised by the way he sounded. He may be a senior warrior, but Trapflight was thinking like one. All he did was yowl like a scared little kit for the medicine cat to show up and tend to their beloved leader rather than first think of the best way to get him comforted. A quiet sigh shook his flank.] Snowcherry has raised him well... [Hauntednight nodded, already seeing that the medicine cat was here and getting Galestar in a moss nest.]
[He could just see a glimpse of his leader's face. His dull blue eyes appeared to show dismay and doubt. Hauntednight tried to tell himself that what Galestar did was just a clumsy act. Even a grown warrior could have made that mistake. But he was getting old, he was getting less focused. Maybe. Hauntednight eyed Galestar one last time, uncertainty knotting the pits of his stomach. The black tom was never used to change, even when he first came to Breezeclan and was given his warrior name...he still didn't feel right.] Let's just hope he makes it... [With that last thought, he padded out of the warrior's den and seated himself near the fresh kill, keeping a watchful orange eye on his leader.] ~=============================================~
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 8:59 pm
C o m e . . . a n d . . .  f l y . . . w i t h . . . m e !   XX╣XG A L E S T A RX╠╣XB R E E Z E C L A NX╠XX XXX█████ ███ █XXＲＥＬＥＡＳＥXＹＯＵＲXＴＲＯＵＢＬＥＳXXX█████ ███ █XXＲＥＬＥＡＳＥXＹＯＵＲXＦＥＡＲXXX█████ ███ █XXＯＰＥＮXＹＯＵＲXＨＥＡＲＴXXX█████ ███ █XXＫＥＥＰXＹＯＵＲXＬＯＶＥＤXＯＮＥＳXＮＥＡＲone day my W I N G S will grow and I will S O A R through the S K I E S ｉｆ ｗｅ ａｌｗａｙｓ ｌｉｖｅ ａｓ ｉｆ ｗｅ ｗｉｌｌ ｄｉｅXX
ｔｈｅｎ ｗｅ ｗｉｌｌ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｌｉｖｅ ａ ｄａｙ ａｌｉｖｅXX FOR WHAT IS IT TO DIE═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════ (( Quoting you just cuz I thought you should know he's in med den :C <3 ))
[Galestar opened his eyes to slits, peering into the dim medicine den. His head still throbbed when he moved it so he stayed precariously still, as frozen as a rock. Ice-ears constantly monitoring him, her eyes glowing with worry.
She was getting very old. He could see the tiredness echoing in her gray hairs and droopy eyes, the way she shuffled her feet.
So much trauma after so many moons can age a cat quickly... he thought softly.
And what a clumsy old coot he'd been! Falling down an abandoned den. That was a mistake apprentices made...but leaders?
A good leader doesn't make simple mistakes, he thought sadly. So much suffering has happened during my leadership. How can it not be that I am responsible for at least some of it?
He always had that insecurity. That he was not a good leader; that he never was. Outwardly, he tried to be calm and precise, confident and sincere- but inwardly, he feared the worst. And his recent accident only fortified his doubt.
Frostclaw must be furious, he thought tiredly. What wrenches of worry I put her through!
He tried shifting in his bed as his shoulder became sore and a searing throb of pain made him hiss. Ice-ears was instantly at his side, but he shood her away with mumbles that he was fine.
As he settled back down, he couldn't help but wonder how his kittens were doing. I must be worrying them, too, he thought unhappily, wishing he could see them again.
He heard a drip drop of rain and he opened his eyes again, glancing at the entrance of the den. A light drizzle of rain had just started, lightly splattering the camp. Soon the ground was slick with water as the light rain passed through, spraying the earth with a crisp freshness.
However, the sound was more like torture for Galestar, whose sensitive hearing picked up each splatter; his head throbbed at any noise, and thus throbbed endlessly in the rain.
He moaned unhappily and soon accepted another poppy seed from Ice-ears- the last he'd be able to eat for some time to avoid overdosing- and slowly wrapped his paw over his ear, trying to muffle the noise.]
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 4:03 am
D i a m o n d k i t ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████ [The little kit constantly sniffed the air, calling out to her mother in fright. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to leave that hole. But what good was it to stay lazy in a den that contained nothing but the same, ordinary routine? And besides, this smell intrigued her. But why was this smell so similar to hers? That's the mystery she wants to unravel.
Her brilliant ice, blue eyes blinked in curiosity as it lead her to a cave-like entrance. She tilted her head to the side, gazing at the strange den. Why was the smell leading her here?
Drip. Drop. Plop!
A small bomb of water landed on her nose. It frightened the small being, causing her to flinch at first, and then shiver. Diamondkit twisted her gaze around her surroundings, hoping to find the source of that drip. Her eyes grew wide in confusion. What was that?
Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! Plip! Plip! Plip! Plip! Plip! Plip! Plip! Plip! Plip! Plip! Plip! Plip!
The sound started to get louder, as if angered at something. And then a forceful shower batted at the ground. The water...it was awful! Also frightening, for the she-kit is being introduced to the rain for the first time. And the shower's first impression isn't impressive.
She squealed out to her mother, trying to communicate to her to signal that she is ready to go back. But the soften ground started to drool out a strange, thick, brown substance. It tangled into the kit's drenched fur and refused to leave.
Those blue eyes peered around the camp in hope to find any assistance. Any! Her little body vibrated from the cold and frightening events. Why couldn't she be obiendient and just stay with her mother? Her eyes just bloomed today, so why not just wait till she gained more skills?
But then something assisted her. In a very warm and loving fashion. A stream of scent entered her tiny nostrils. Everything but her eyes were covered in mud. However those ice, blue orbs stayed lit and innocent as ever; now that she caught the scent at its strongest point. Again, it was similar to the one in her own fur...that now smells like soggy mud. But this scent, it covered her body with its warmth and would whisper comforting words if it had the ability to. Of course scents don't do this, but that's what Diamondkit believes.
Many scents were looming in this camp; however this is the specific one she loves and adore. It's as if this smell was settling itself in the role of her guardian, just like her mother. But it seems more...like a protective type. It plays a role of a strong, protective guardian who will use its best effort to help his fellow friends. But will focus on his own safety, only so he can return to his litter in one peace. And refuse to let that bad news of his death from existing and shed a single tear from his kit's delicate eyes. Diamondkit couldn't find the word for that moving description, but she knew what this scent was leading to. Already, her mind started to work and realize the importance of smell. But now what?
She noticed that the source of this smell was slightly mixed with another. The other scent was minty, like plants. And the source of these smells was only coming from a specific direction. Her eyes lifted to the dark, cave-like entrance. Was it there? But why is it coming from there? Why is this scent that she loves so dearly in there? She knew that being stubborn and leaving her sibling's presence only led her to this mess. Preventing that from happening again, she followed suite and allowed the scent to guide her.
Her fur started to perk as soon as it felt that warmth it desired. Every strand started to rise, making her look puffy and fluffy. Her constant stumbles and trips caused her snout to dip in the mud, staining it into a siamese marking.
She closed her eyes as a unpleasant feeling rushed through her nostrils. Bending her head back, she allowed it to reach its climax. And with a simple crack foward, she sneezed loudly. It was squeaky and cute. But to her, it was a sense of annoyance. Her eyes trailed off to the side of the den, as a line of different plants were shown. She crawled over to the herbs with innocent curiousity. Rougly, she batted her small paws at the plants and mixed them together. Diamondkit, not learning any morals, doesn't realize that she committed a rude act.
But she decided to take a sniff of it. She concluded it contained a refreshing scent. However soon enough, the herbs caused her to bend her head back and sneeze twice in a row. This wasn't the smell, but now she knows what's causing her to sneeze.
Her eyes trailed off to the other side of the den, noticing a much larger body resting upon a mossy bedding. She tiled her head to the side, in hopes to wonder what that cat wasn't out playing?
Those two little fore paws stretched out and used its small nails to stab in the soft ground. Once she had a stern grip, she pulled herself across the ground, only a short distance. Diamondkit repeated this process until she reached her destination to the larger body. He had brown markings on his snout, ears, paws and tail. He looked just like her siblings!
Diamondkit ended up crawling a bit too far, slamming her snout into the large Siamese's nose. She shook her head and shut her eyes in dismay, squealing from the unpleasant shot of pain. Gradually, her eyes opened to its initial glory. Big, bright and blue. (TRIPLE B! LOL)
She starred at the larger companion with interested eyes. Eyes that resembled Frostclaw's, and can easily be mistaken. Then her gaze curved in a worried frown, noticing the Siamese in distress. Really rare of a kit to approach an unknown individual who could possibly kill her. But then her eyes snapped open.
This giant yet handsome creature was the source of the smell!
Her lips instantly opened to mewl and squeal at the individual in front of her, demanding that comfort the scent has promised her! Then she saw a blotch of thick, mud, dangling on his nose. He must have got it when Diamondkit confidently bumped her nose into his. She assumed it was from one of his great fights and wars. How impressive! No one came back with a muddy nose except for him, which resembled his honour as a fighter!
But Diamondkit didn't want to see her guardian as a fighter. The thought of violence can engrave injuries in his perfect skin. Seeing the apprentices fight outside on her way here, she had a faint understanding of what violence was. It looked painful! And she will not dare a single scratch to touch him!
She struggled but managed to place her paw on his snout, as if trying to pull it closer. Then hesitantly, she started to lick away the blotch of mud. The first taste caused her to flinch and wince, finding it revolting! But alas, she licked away. Only if she started learning new words like her siblings, but she couldn't speak a word. As if her vocal chords refused to.
There, all clean! But she was hungry. Her belly rumbled furiously, scolding her for not providing any food. Diamondkit heaved herself onto the warm nest and took a moment to embrace it. Once gaining enough warmth, she scurried over to her male guardian's body. Her mother's milk was sweet and yummy! But let's see what her other guardian has!
Diamondkit gnawed at his belly, not growing any teeth yet. There was no lump to suck on. The kit started to squeal in frustration, repeatedly batting her paws at his stomach. She used her mouth to pinch and gnaw at different parts of his skin. But no lump was found!
His scent was strong. The smell definitely resembled to the ones that her and her siblings have. This was proof, that he could possibly be her father. But why would her mother fall in love with a cat who doesn't have any milk to provide?! Diamondkit squealed furiousily as she nipped away. ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████ Keep your loved ones close.. ..but your enemies closer.
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 1:11 pm
hundredpercentasian lol who are Moonstreak and Sunstreak I don't know lol C o m e . . . a n d . . . f l y . . . w i t h . . . m e ! XX╣XG A L E S T A RX╠╣XB R E E Z E C L A NX╠XX XXX█████ ███ █XXＲＥＬＥＡＳＥXＹＯＵＲXＴＲＯＵＢＬＥＳXXX█████ ███ █XXＲＥＬＥＡＳＥXＹＯＵＲXＦＥＡＲXXX█████ ███ █XXＯＰＥＮXＹＯＵＲXＨＥＡＲＴXXX█████ ███ █XXＫＥＥＰXＹＯＵＲXＬＯＶＥＤXＯＮＥＳXＮＥＡＲone day my W I N G S will grow and I will S O A R through the S K I E S ｉｆ ｗｅ ａｌｗａｙｓ ｌｉｖｅ ａｓ ｉｆ ｗｅ ｗｉｌｌ ｄｉｅXX
ｔｈｅｎ ｗｅ ｗｉｌｌ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｌｉｖｅ ａ ｄａｙ ａｌｉｖｅXX FOR WHAT IS IT TO DIE═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════(( :{3 ))
[Galestar's eyes flew open as something bumped into him. He stared in confusion at a fluffy little kitten, his throbbing head keeping him from thinking clearly. He slowly recognized her as Diamondkit-his daughter.
Before he could react, she began to lick his nose softly, and his heart began to swell. He noticed how wet her fur was, his eyes narrowing in worry.
She crawled over to his belly, immediately demanding milk. He chuckled amusedly, raising his left forearm to allow her to crawl into his chest.]
"I apologize, little one, but I have no milk for you," he murmured softly. "Only mommies have milk. I'm your daddy, you see."
[He rested his arm over her, pulling her into the equivalent of a giant hug/snuggle. He began to groom her slowly (because of his piercing headache), drying her wet fur and warming her with fatherly love. ~<3 ]
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 5:23 pm
Hauntednight
The living nightmare ~=============================================~ [Hauntednight's amber gaze scanned the ominous gray skies. Rain like thorns, piercing his striped pelt. He swung his mighty head to and fro, looking for something he could do to help his clan. He was already set to go into the nursery and help the kits out, but he could see Embergaze was already doing that. Hauntednight remembered words he was taught when he was still an apprentice.] 'If the clan is ever flooded...gather the herbs and bring them to a dry place. Otherwise, they will be wasted.' [Hauntednight quickly made his way into the medicine den, taking the cave entrance that led to the herbs. He didn't know if the medicine cat was present, but decided to gather the carefully collected herbs, and bring them out of harms way. The dark warrior grabbed as many herbs as he could, from bitter to sweet leaves. But there was to many! He couldn't do this alone!]
"Hey! What are you doing in there!" [A voice roared over the rain, belonging to his son Siegefury.] "Help me collect as many herbs as you can and place them where the kits are. I'm sure Embergaze brought the kits to the driest place he could think of. This is where these herbs will go!" [He ordered, his words muffled by the herbs stuffed in his mouth. Siegefury nodded, his gaze burning that fiery ambition he always kept when ordered to do something important. The beige warrior collected as many herbs as he could as well. Hauntednight's belly twisted in despair, he knew they would only be able to salvage a few herbs, but this was the best he could do.]
((ooc: Hauntednight and Siegefury to the clearing)) ~=============================================~
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