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Post by Kibbles on Sept 19, 2015 22:10:20 GMT
Duskblaze looked around as he exited the warriors den. He breathed in the cool air as he realized he was the first to be awake in the camp. His ears perked up as he walked towards the middle of it. His broad, tabby shoulders were scarred up from fighting off a rouge the day before, but he acted as if he didn't feel the stinging from the wounds. He had to act tough, after all, he was the deputy. It was important to show that he was not weak. He knew there were cats keen on being in his position. Stagheart and Mudfang were a few of those cats.
He cleared his throat as he saw the warriors den's entrance shiver. His green eyes were met with the form of Owlfur and Stonejaw. The two toms were fine warriors, although, he noted that Owlfur was a bit friendlier with everyone. He blinked as he watched the two walk towards the freshkill pile, Owlfur chatting away and Stonejaw just nodding every once and a while.
"Toms, hurry and eat. I want you two to go on a patrol with Stagheart,Jaypaw, and Mudbird," he called to them. The two looked up, Owlfur with a goofy grin on his face and Stonejaw just nodding.
Duskblaze waited a bit longer and soon, most of the cats were awake.
"Rookstorm, take Lightningpaw and Turtlefrost on a hunting patrol." he called over towards the warrior.
"Everyone else, we're finishing the camp. I want Snowstorm, Tornpelt, Steampaw, and Mudbird to work on the walls of the camp. Everyone else is working on the dens. I want the camp looking like it was never touched by the darkness by sun down," he called.
They would be able to do it. It was mostly done anyways. He just hoped none of the kits would get in the way. Or Scorpionstorm. He blinked, hoping she was in a good mood today and that she didn't attack anyone as they tried to repair the nursery.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Sept 19, 2015 22:24:55 GMT
Snowstorm's jaws were half filled with a frog when he heard his brothers voice calling out orders. With a quick ear twitch and another bite he looked over to his brother and whined playfully.
"Hey Duskstar, can I finish eating first? It's such a waste of food to leave it just sitting out....'
His whiskers twitched as he spoke. His brother definitely enjoyed his position of power and Snowstorm was happy for him. He didn't have a lot desire to be a leader or even have any power. But he'd never tell Dusk that. Regardless he finished his frog and ran over one of the walls to help make repairs.
"When we're done with the camp it's going to look better than last time!"
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A flaming sword of burning righteousness and also fire!
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Sept 20, 2015 21:32:33 GMT
Shame corrodes the very part of us that believes we are capable of change.
So much to be done. So little time. Prey to catch. Dens to weave. No walls to build due to the camp's odd surrounding veil of ivy and vines, but there were still prey pits to be dug and there was always moss to be fetched. Part of Tornpelt's mind groaned as she returned to camp, a long string of vines in tow. 'You weren't made for this. You're a warrior, not some den-patching elder. Go hunting! Teach those young high ranking cats how to do their jobs! Do SOMETH-'
'Shut up.'
Tornpelt had made her way over to the warrior's den by the time Duskblaze's voice rang out. Though she didn't drop her string of leaves, she did perk her ears as she began to separate the lines. A deputy doing deputy things. Morning duties. Toms going on patrol. 'But which border?' 'Stop.' A few cats going on a hunting patrol. 'Where should they hunt?' 'Stop.' And the rest would be patching camp. She was mentioned by names specifically. 'What walls? This isn't some Duskclan or Dawnclan camp, you know!' At this, Tornpelt finally groaned aloud.
She had a headache. Her intrusive thoughts had been getting worse lately. And the morning Leaf-Fall air chilled her nearly hairless pelt to the bone. How many of these things had to do with her recently reaffirmed involvement with the clans, Tornpelt didn't know. But being around so many cats again was.. agh, she didn't know. After spending so long on her own, rejoining the clans, being cast into a life of solitude again, and then rejoining once more, Tornpelt's mind was always jumbled. Past lives bled into current ones. Nightmares made her kick her fellow warriors in her sleep. And the damn voices- no, one voice in particular would NOT SHUT UP.
Tornpelt was pulled out of her own mind by the realization that she'd probably groaned out loud. And a few cats giving odd looks her way reaffirmed that. Great. She just needed to... work quietly. Bicolored eyes tried to focus as she began to weave vines into the warrior's den, but... Cats messing about at the corners of camp just caught her eyes. And not in a good way. Loners and rogues, and none of them knew how to properly surround a camp.
Sighing, Tornpelt dropped her vines. Was this a bad idea? This was a bad idea. She didn't want to draw attention to herself. But she wanted this clan to flourish, and sending cats without a clue how to do... anything to do good jobs wasn't the way that that was going to happen. She began to pad towards Duskblaze. Rogue-born. That much was obvious. Any clan cat could tell a rogue-born from a clan-born, and- stop that. She wasn't a clanborn. Tornpelt was just a former rogue, giving another former rogue a piece of advice. Sidling up to the tom, she did her best to seem nonchalaunt.
"This territory doesn't have enough brambles to build a wall, Duskblaze. I'm just a warrior, so you don't have to listen to me," 'Even though it would be stupid if you didn't' "But don't you think it would be a better idea to weave more vines into the hanging walls that already surround the camp like a mat? They might not protect from invasions, but they'd keep things really warm in the Leaf-Bare months. And keep snow out." Tornpelt meowed, looking around camp. It was comprised mostly of a hill's overhang and an ivy canopy. The leaves dipped to surround the camp beautifully, but let plenty of light through despite the lack of direct overhead sunlight. "We could.. I don't know, stack rocks at the bottom of the one open side of camp below the vines for protection, and put them between the spaces in the dens? It just seems like it would take less time and be more useful than spending all day searching for brambles and digging up bushes." she finally shrugged. Yep. Super casual. Not experienced in clan-life at all.
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Post by Kibbles on Sept 25, 2015 22:34:13 GMT
Duskblaze turned and gave Tornpelt a sharp look. He snorted once. "Thank you, for the advice, Tornpelt. Why don't you go do that. And better yet, you're in charge of the protection of the camp. Make sure its done by tonight, or you can explain to the others helping you why you all will be working tomorrow to finish it while everyone else hunts or patrols the borders. Sound good to you? Now go, hurry up and get started," he snapped.
He hadn't meant to be so harsh, actually. But he was nervous, stressed, and tired. With him the only one doing things around the camp, high rank wise, he wasn't sure if he was doing anything right. He was so stressed and everything that he hadn't noticed that she seemed to know a lot about protecting camps.
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Steampaw pranced over to Tornpelt, hearing the last bit of words from Duskblaze. He looked up happily and excitedly at his mentor, tail curling. "So what are we doing, Tornpelt? It seemed like Duskblaze was telling you quite a bit," he said happily, clearly not having recognized Duskblaze's tone. Steam thought that was Duskblaze's usual tone, so he really didn't think anything of it.
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Ceaderpaw sat down beside the apprentices den and began checking to see if there was anything he could fix on it. Or at least look like he was checking. He didn't want to do this. He wanted to be around the pretty she-cats, like that Turtlefrost. Oh, he couldn't wait to be noticed by her. Even if she was much older than him. He didn't care. The older the she-cat, the more experienced. As long as it wasn't an old owl like that Rookshadow she-cat in the other clan.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Sept 27, 2015 1:20:36 GMT
Snowstorm's eyes looked over at his brother. he stopped repairing the wall long enough to watch Duskblaze overreact to Tornpelt. In the next few minutes, the look on Dusk's face sent Snowstorm into a laughing spin so violent his back was cracking. Snowstorm finally stopped and sat up and went back to work like nothing even happened. But he couldn't help but laugh at the face his brother had. Annoyance is always Snow's favorite thing to see on Duskblaze, the way his nose wrinkled in between his eyes giving him this mixture of evil and stupid that just blended so well with the rage that he'd be spewing out, their was a smile plastered on Snowstorm's face from ear to ear.
"Oh boy... What a leader he would be...."
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A flaming sword of burning righteousness and also fire!
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Sept 28, 2015 17:09:39 GMT
Shame corrodes the very part of us that believes we are capable of change.
Tornpelt listened with a blank stare as Duskblaze snapped.
'Apparently he doesn't take being told how to properly hold a camp too kindly'.
'Or he's under a great deal of stress trying to lead this mess and is on a short fuse.' she corrected mentally. The other one internally sighed.
Outwardly, Tornpelt nodded. "Yes sir. I'll have it done." Obedient. Non-confrontational. This was who she was, and she would work to protect this camp the best she could. Although being put in charge of camp defense was.... Not something she had anticipated. The she-cat turned from the tom, going back to her pile of vines without so much as a flick of the tail.
One... two... three... she was going to need more she thought, pawing over the good few vines she'd brought back. These were only enough to patch one solitary den. They would need plenty, and any fern fronds they could find. They would need to collect stones from outside the camp, and-
A cheery voice interrupted the she-cat's thoughts. The she-cat nearly jumped- saving it with a small flinch- before recognizing those heavy pawsteps. Steampaw. The apprentice she'd been so recently appointed. Tornpelt looked at the tom out of the corner of her eye as she seperated her vines. A large tom, already well trained by the time she'd been appointed him. Bulky and strong. A fighter. He had plenty to learn yet- particularly about hunting, fishing, and clan ways, but he was a good cat. She was very careful with him. Still so nervous about having an apprentice. A young cat who relied on her- a young cat who she was supposed to teach the ways of the world. 'Don't want to break him like everyone else, huh?'
"Steampaw." she greeted him flatly, finishing with her pile and laying the fronds in flat lines. Organized, careful, easy to pick up. Yes... they would run through these quickly. "Duskblaze has put me in charge of camp defense."
'Like we can do anything but destroy.'
'We're trying.'
"That means that you, Snowstorm, Mudbird and I will be working together to create barrier mats and pile stones. Most camps are surrounded by brambles, but things will be different here. I'll explain once we're all together. Could you gather Snowstorm and Mudbird?" Tornpelt knew neither of the toms particularly well. She generally tried not to interact with cats- even if an annoying few had gravitated around her. Steampaw was friendly though. He would probably know better than she. Already Tornpelt could see Snowstorm at the edge of camp, but Mudbird was nowhere to be found. They were going to have a lot of work to do before the day was done...
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Post by Kibbles on Sept 30, 2015 19:50:42 GMT
Steampaw purred. "That means he trusts you! After all, the defenses are important. I'll go get them!"
He turned and hopped over towards the white tom with blue eyes. He smiled brightly at him. "Tornpelt wants to talk to you, can you go over there and meet her?" he asked, tail curling. He turned without waiting for the tom to answer before hopping over towards Mudbird with happiness.
He said the same thing to this tom and watched as the cat turned and headed towards his mentor. He was about to do the same when he was face to face with his father.
"Stop hopping around like a mouse-brain. Walk like a real cat, you're embarrassing me," Stagheart snarled.
Steampaw's ears flattened and he lowered his head. He nodded once before turning. As he did so, he got a large bite on his tail. He let out a squeal of pain and turned back, his father's eyes blazing.
"Don't turn your tail towards me as we're talking. We're going to train tonight. Don't get too tired doing that she-cat's work," Stagheart snapped.
Steampaw nodded again and watched as his father walked away. He shifted uncomfortably before looking at his tail. A couple of blood droplets fell to the ground, but it wasn't anything serious. He just turned and headed back towards his mentor and the two toms, walking over, head down like a scolded kit. He ended up sitting by Tornpelt as he waited to hear what they would do.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Oct 4, 2015 17:43:38 GMT
Snowstorm stopped what he was doing as Steampaw approached him, he smiled and waved his tail as the younger cat approached him and spoke. As he heard Tornpelt's name his eyes raised to the shecat on the other side of camp, as he turned back to answer the apprentice he was already off and running to see Mudbird. Snowstorm blinked and then trotted off to meet up with Tornpelt, as he approached her he smiled and took a seat not to far from her wrapping his tail around his paws as he did so, his eyes looked off towards his brother before returning to Tornpelt.
"Steampaw said you wanted to talk to me?"
Snowstorm's eyes were lit up with a friendly gaze and his ears were raised intently waiting on a response, if she had something she needed to him to do, Snowstorm would gladly trade working by himself for at least having someone to talk too. Work was boring when you were the only one who was there to do something.
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A flaming sword of burning righteousness and also fire!
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Oct 6, 2015 1:17:11 GMT
Shame corrodes the very part of us that believes we are capable of change.
Trust. Hmmph. 'Or he just wants to get me out of his hair'. But... Tornpelt liked the thought of that. Trust. It was something to think about as she mulled over where the best places to gather patching supplies might be. Far to the south, near the river between their territory and the mosslands was a good area. The moss and vines seemed to creep their way across- or perhaps it was just the seeds, spread by the wind. Either way, that was where she had first gathered these. On her own she'd only been able to take so many, but with more cats... Ah, but it was so far away. It would take them all day if they went that far south. Tornpelt sighed thoughtfully, furrowing her brow. Maybe they could start with the stones... No, but those were easier. It would be best to get the hardest things out of the way first, and-
A voice interrupted her thoughts once more. Snowstorm, and Mudbird behind him. Tornpelt nodded a polite greeting. "Duskblaze has put me in charge of camp defense. So the four of us are going to be weaving a wall around the camp." she meowed, flicking her ears back and forth in gesture to what areas remained open. "It won't be a normal wall- we don't have the resources. But it'll be functional, and it'll keep us warm in Leaf-Bare." she explained, placing one paw on her pile of vines. "You see those hanging fronds, vines, and branches that leak down from the canopy? We're gonna weave other branches and vines into those, and make a sort of... matt. And at the base, where it doesn't reach, we'll pile large stones. The one side of camp with the overhang is fine, so we don't have to worry about that. but we're going to have to search a while to find good enough vines and stones to keep us both warm and protected." She was pretty much making this up as she went along... But it made sense, right? Were it not for the canopy, this clan would have been almost as exposed as Heatherclan had once been. She had been about to say as much- before she realized that.... no cats here would even... have memory, of Heatherclan. Something crossed the she-cat's eyes, and she was silent for a moment. But it quickly vanished.
"So what I'm thinking, is that we'll go get some vines from the southern forest near the river border with the mosslands. Uh.... I mean, does that sound good to everyone?" She quickly added. She didn't want to seem... Too much in charge. Even if Duskblaze had told her to direct them. And yeah, it would take a while. But it was better to do work properly and have it last than to do it quickly and have it fall apart. If this was to be her first important task in Marshclan- perhaps her only one- then she would do a good job of it. She wouldn't let this clan down.
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