ViolentViolet

Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

@CLIW
Haha, no worries :) Just edit it up

Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

@CLIW
Burrpelt definitely just got tackled by four kits.

Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

@Iatos
Oh my god he didn't just do that lol. Brimpelt gonna be sooo piiiiiised. Grinitepaw is going to be cleaning Ash forever XD

Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

The Medicine Cat nodded in response as her mated told her to pick, her largely fluffy pelt brushing against him as she lifted herself off of the grass and walked toward the Apprentice Den. She had fully intended to bring an apprentice out with her today, though she hadn't thought it would be with the morning patrol. Of course, Oakstar was always protective of her especially, even if she had yet to tell him about the second litter of kits she was carrying for him. Ears pricked she listened to the apprentices conversation before sticking her head inside of the Den, purring in amusement.

"Smokepaw may go with you after boarder patrol. He's coming with us to help me collect herbs." A boring job, but one she knew the shy apprentice would appreciate. Not to mention he'd never been on a patrol before and it would benefit him greatly to join them for the experience. He may even meet a cat worthy of being his mentor. She heard his small mew of agreement and gave her farewells to the other two apprentices before backing away from the den and back over to the patrol with Smokepaw in tow. "We're ready to go Oakstar." Frostwisker greeted as she and the smaller black cat walked over to the group.

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The young warrior was glad to have been able to help Petalwhisker in her worries, and bowed her head in respect when the Queen spoke. She couldn't tell why she was as worried as she was about Shadowkit's training, but Frostwhisker had been the same when teaching her and her littermates, so she assumed it was something only mothers understood. She wouldn't contest her anxiety, it was a dangerous time after all, and the system was just barely beginning to set in for the clan. Cats still got up too late and those who used to be kittypets were not yet used to the rough life that is living in the wild.

"If it is some small council, Petalwhisker, you may speak with Oakstar about Shadowkits apprenticeship. He will listen if you have a cat you feel with best teach and protect Shadowkit." Featherwhisker wouldn't deny her an opinion, and she knew neither would her father since the cat had been reasonable as long as she'd known him. Glancing to the side she saw Spottedblossom watching her from her nest, the four young kits curled up against her side and she excused herself politely. "I should let you both go back to sleep. Let me know if you need anything Petalwhisker, Spottedblossom."

And with that the young she-cat backed out of the nursery, leaving the entrance empty and unblocked though covered by the natural moss and lichen that grew there. She let her blue eyes wander, looking for something to do and a patrol to join, though as far as she could see the boarder patrol had enough cats on it to withhold. On the other hand both Burrpelt and Oakstar were going on it as a show of power. Walking over to her father after making sure there were still enough cats in camp to protect it, she bowed her head to the older toms respectfully and trailed the tip of her tail over her mothers side. "If I may I would like to lead a hunting patrol to restock the fresh kill pile. Witheredpaw needs experience, and the clan needs prey. Spottedblossom and the kits will be waking soon and there's nothing fresh in camp." She reasoned, already planning on taking Witheredpaw and Tigersky with her. The two young warriors and apprentice would be enough to hunt nearby in case of danger while the patrol was gone.

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Smokepaw had grow uncomfortable with how much talking Eelpaw was doing, though it felt nice to be invited along somewhere by someone else, and one of his ears perked up in interest, but he didn't say anything as he ad Witherpaw exchanged comments. The two go along well and fit into clan life just fine, whereas the small apprentice with big feet had trouble fitting in with the graceful and strong warriors. All he really was good at was climbing trees and catching small birds and rodents. Sootpaw and Ripplepaw had left to go training recently, so they wouldn't be back for a while either, and the tom could get some practice by going with them.

He had been about to open his mouth when a white head stuck itself through the weaved entrance to the den, off coloured eyes looking at the three of there as if making a split second decision. The Medicine Cat meowed, asking for his assistance with herbs and he nodded his approval. "Of course Frostwhisker." He responded, giving the two other apprentices an apologetic look before following the Medicine Cat out of the Apprentice Den. She was headed straight for the group of others heading on boarder patrol, and regardless of how much he didn't want to interact, he knew he would at the very least have to answer when spoken to by on of the warriors. He could get away with ignoring apprentices.

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The Queen lay on her side in her nest, curled around the four young kits nestled in her belly, when Featherwhisker looked inside of the den. Shadowkit and Petalwhisker at been awake at the time, and she didn't mind the noise since her kits generally slept through anything unless they were hungry, so she listened to the conversation. When the young warrior realized she was awake Spottedblossom blinked for her to continue and she had, answering the other Queen's concerns without hesitation. After the warrior was gone on the other hand, Spottedblossom looked over at Petalwhisker just as her own kits started wiggling around and waking up.

"Anything I can do Petalwhisker?" She asked as the kits mewed and yawned, waking up slowly though when the ginger tom pushed himself over the others out of the nest she knew he was up to no good and the others would follow after him. "And off the little monsters go." She purred, amused by the small kits actions. They may have been her first litter but she was comfortable here with them, glad to know that she didn't have to worry about them escaping with so many other cats keeping watch for runaway kits. The tortoiseshell Queen yawned herself, stretching out after the kits had scampered off, and beginning her morning grooming since they would need it once they go back anyway. Perhaps she would get something to eat soon.

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Sunkit trampled over his littermates, waking them up on his way out of the nest to explore the camp, since his mother was sleeping and couldn't do anything about it. The small pale ginger tabby tom stepped on one of his sisters faces before rolling and tumbling off of them onto the bed of moss growing on the den floor. Standing and shaking out his pelt, he raised his tail proudly and bounded out of the den, followed quickly by the others behind him.

Duskkit woke up to a paw on her nose and shook her head to dislodge whoever it was that had been pawing at her face, but ended up sending Sunkit stumbling over the other kits and falling off of the nest. Laughing she stood and followed him out, her pale calico pelt dusty and messed up from her sleep, sticking out at off angles.

Palekit growled when the warmth on one side of him was gone, Duskkit having gotten up and left him in bed with Spottedblossom and their other sister. Annoyed and now, very cold and awake, he climbed out of the nest and followed after the other two, his narrowed pale grey eyes glaring at his brothers back as he walked away. He had no idea where they were going but someone had to keep the other two from causing trouble.

Dapplekit woke up alone in the nest to Spottedblossom standing up and stretching, alarmed to not know where her littermates were. Her mother quickly signaled that they had gone out into the clearing and she followed just in time to hear them plotting about attacking Burrpelt. She thought the idea would be fun, and had liked the Deputy since he had brought the rabbit to their mothers side upon her discovery.

The four kits together, giggled and ran across the clearing, bounding like rabbits, each with their tail in the air and mischief in their eyes. The tom wasn't expecting the sudden onslaught of kittens, each one of them leaping to tackle him even though the weight of the entire litter wouldn't really bring him down. He'd been talking to one of the other warriors, and the clan leader was there, but why would two month old kits care? They wanted to have fun, and attacking one of the warriors was one of their favourite things to do, aside from throwing walnuts around and teasing Dapplekit by not letting her have it.

Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

Lol I would say that Brimpelt is expendable but even Sharpthorn would have trouble defeating him in battle XD

Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

@Phaesaris@CLIW

I always felt that it wasn't exactly dragged out or milked. The plots were decent, the characters were believable (as cats can be XD) and there was motivation. It was the fact that Firestar was alive the entire time that made it feel dragged out. You saw his entire life go by. Another one could start a few generations later, with a lot of the cats dead and gone, and it would still be interesting since there's always more challenge with different cats. I personally, would love to see Firestar not leader (even though I love the ginger tom to death)

Btdubs; these are the reasons I fully intend to kill a couple of my characters in Arc 2 or 3.

Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

The male purred in amusement, watching at the deputy walked over and asked the two of them to go on a hunting patrol right after he'd asked Snowthorn wanted to go out with him into the mountains. It was almost as if the tom had heard him and asked the two to go on patrol to make it seem as if it was his own idea. They were free to be here after all, and they never would be able to force every day to report to them when they left. Much less those who used to live in much more dangerous conditions and voluntarily joined the clan to take the load off their own shoulders. He watched the orange tabby walk away before returning his attention to the she-cat beside him.

He paced around her, feigning interest in the other warriors of the clan, though he was aware of who was still there. "We can manage it on your own." He said with complete confidence in their abilities. There weren't many warriors left to protect the camp from possible attacks that could happen while they were gone. "A few bigger birds, some small rodents and the fresh kill pile is stocked." Brimpelt wasn't hesitant as he spoke, having not really spent much time inside of the camp after having gotten here. He spent most of his time exploring their new territory. Of everyone in the clan, he was the only one thus far to have found a set of tunnels besides those they made their home in, and fully intended to keep them secret from everyone he didn't trust.

Naturally, when the tom had reached the flirtatious confidence he had intended to tease the she-cat with he heard his apprentice yelling and his mood flipped immediately. The small hint of playfulness in his vanished, fury clear in his demeanor as he turned to look at the apprentice that had been calling for him and Owlkit. "Grinitepaw!" His voice was louder, commanding and outright furious with the younger cat. Such childish behavior would not be tolerated of the cat that he was meant to train. The warrior obviously held no bias with the apprentice as the younger brother of the Deputy, as he stalked over to the apprentice and waked him on the side of the head with his paw, and none too gently. "Behave. Yelling this early in unacceptable." He scolded, his voice low as he looked at the apprentice with green eyes as cold. "If you opened your eyes and used what untapped brain power rests inside of you, then you might have seen I was standing in front of you."

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The Queen purred, amused by the kits discomfort as she groomed her silently while the kit spoke. She was a mess, and Ravenfeather hadn't woken up quite yet. The Queen needed her rest with her kit since she was still nursing, though the silver Queen wasn't yet as heavily pregnant as she could be. "That is what mothers are for young one." The Queen murred just as the tom warrior padded over to her and Willowkit.

"Morning Nettlefang~" Riversong mused, reaching out to brush her nose along her mates cheek, nearly laughing with how worried the tom was already getting. "We're fine Nettlefang." She assured him, her tail curling protectively around her swollen stomach to show him that she was aware and healthy. "Sagekit and Owlkit are still curled up with Ravenfeather, and Willowkit here got up early." She teased the little she-kit with a playful wink.

Of course the Queen's mood turned the moment that Ravenfeather burst out of the nursery, screaming bloody murder and about Owlkit being gone. She went from relaxed and playful to alert and worried, her eyes instantly flicking around for a glimpse of the small toms pelt. The last she'd seen the young tom he had been curled up against his mothers side, sleeping soundly. She turned her worried gaze to Nettlefang, knowing he was better at tracking than she ever had been, and hoped he'd catch the hint.

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The she-cat had been laying on a ledge higher in the cavern since she had gotten up in the middle of the night, neither Queen having noticed her moving or that she was gone in the morning. It was often that she was gone when they woke up, the female having long since formed solitary habits befitting her namesake. She'd never had a name before coming here to the clans either, having been living in trees, surviving on hibernating squirrels and birds before Riversong had wandered by on a hunting trip. She was over five months then, with a squirrel hanging from her jaws and had gone back with her and Nettlefang knowing she'd need the safety for then. That, and she wouldn't have a nest to call home once the clan had enough power to drive out rival cats.

She opened her eyes as the second queen came out of the nursery, headed toward her adoptive mother, wondering where her kit had gone. Since their meeting, Owlkit had watched Leopardkit scaling the most dangerous cracks in the cavern walls up to her ledge, but she hadn't seen the younger tom anywhere that morning. "Check the clearing outside. He's a kit, so he probably wandered off." She called down from her perch, several cat lengths up. One of her paws hung over the edge, her claws stretching slowly and scraping along the stone. Of the younger cats, and those in Boulderclan really, Leopardkit had some of the longest and sharpest claws - as well as one of the least caring attitudes. When she spoke she rarely sounded interested, always bored or preferring to be off doing something else, but at the strangest times she'd give the smallest hint to something. Kindness wrapped in bored sarcasm.

Leopardkit closed her eyes then, her tail hanging off the side of the ledge, hanging too far for any of the other cats to reach from the cavern floor, and just out of the sunlights reach. The patch of grass that Riversong sat in was given life by the opening in the ceiling of the main cavern of the Boulderclan's camp, inside of the side of a mountain. Her pelt waslight against the grey of the stone, a disadvantage to hunting against it, but the darker spots helped her blend in when she sneaked away from the clan and stalked the back tunnels, hunting alone. She enjoys the dark, the silence of the tunnels and how easy it was to sneak up on any prey animal or cat she found inside them. When fresh prey ended up on the fresh kill pile in the mornings, before even the dawn patrol had left, and she lay on her ledge sleeping, everyone knew where the animal had come from but no one would question it. Not with a tongue just as sharp as her claws and the temper to match.

Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

@ViolentViolet They're giving him a sense of where to go, giving him a sense of danger if it's near. According to Dust, it's his mother leading him on. Though he doesn't like that cheesy idea and just knows it as instinct and something Dust calls insomnia. A result of his brush with death.

Yes their loners. Felt that would be more prudent.

@LadyRunic

Understandable. It could be Starclan leading him toward safety, though bear in mind that he is blind and will have trouble navigating unknown territory. Oh and he isn't Jayfeather. I don't wanna read another Jayfeather (even though I love the Hell out of him)

Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

@LadyRunic

So all of them are loners for now?

What's so special about Owl's dreams?

Oakclan/Boulderclan - The Beginnings - A Warrior Cat RP

@ViolentViolet I"m working on it! lol Sorry I just got back on after hanging out with friends and trying to get everything replied to.

@OtterTerror

I know exactly what you mean right there. I had a friend over all day and then the guys wanted me to play league with them so I haven't had a chance to do any actual replying until now. But I'm shaking too back to type, so I'm making food DX