Ginger Kollie

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

@xXBalloonsXx Just making sure, Lakepaw is in ThunderClan camp now, isn't she?

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@Ezekial Wolffe Yes, I'd agree. For those who haven't got much to say in a post (like in training/talking to another cat) then collaborating with another player on one post would save a lot of time.

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@xXBalloonsXx Look at the IC.

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Everything always seems to happen when I'm a sleep. xD The spammer looks like he's been banned, thanks for reporting Shurikai.

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@corrosive Dude, Mallownose... that's all I have to say. :P

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Gingerflame

Gingerflame gritted her teeth, sitting in the middle of the Nursery with the bundle of herbs dropped by her paws. She glared at the floor, rage swelling up inside and causing her to lose her breath. In an effort to gain back control, she forced herself to breath slower and more deeply. With her chest heaving up and down, she remained there, motionless. The she-cat knew she couldn’t get herself worked up, stress would only cause a disturbance to her unborn kits, and by Starclan, she certainly didn’t want to kit now. Not with the whitecough scare and while she wasn’t allowed to be near Ravencoat. Certainly not.

But yet, she couldn’t stay here. Not here, not now. She felt trapped, both physically and mentally enclosed in this den. That was the one thing she hated the most about being pregnant; imprisonment. Well, the sense of it, no less. She hated the rules, she hated having to depend on everyone around her and she hated having to stay here every single sunrise. All she wanted to do was speak to her mate, and should wasn’t even allowed to do that. Oh no, she had to stay here, trapped among begging and moss. Gingerflame wanted to go. Slip through camp and just run through the forest like a kit tasting it’s first mouse-step of freedom. That’s what she wanted. Freedom.

“Are you alright there?” A small yet calming voice meowed from the back of the den. Gingerflame looked up, her glare disappearing when she spotted Mosscoat, now awake, with her three kits around her. She was curled up, her tail wrapped around her kits to keep them warm. “You’re not kitting, are you?”

“No, I’m fine.” Gingerflame picked up the herbs and waddled towards the Queen. “Mallownose gave us these to take since he’ll be out for awhile. The borage leaves are for you, the others are for Leopardflower.” The she-cat looked down at the pile of leaves that Gingerflame had put down for her. “Make sure Leopardflower gets them, alright?”

“There’s a lot of herbs here, Gingerflame, have you had yours?” She questioned, looking back up at the ginger cat.

“Yes, of course.” Gingerflame lied, switching her gaze over to Leopardflower. She didn’t feel like taking the herbs, all she wanted to do was leave, now.

“Okay... then.” Mosscoat twitched her ears and peered over to Leopardflower. “Leopardflower, we have herbs here for you.” She called, as she separated the different leaves. As she did so, Gingerflame made her way towards the entrance of the Nursery, exiting cautiously. Once she was half-way out, she spotted Hawkstar, who was quite a few fox-lengths in front of her. He seemed to be talking to Honeypaw and Duskclaw and was, thankfully, facing the other way. Wasting no time, she slipped out of the Nursery completely and waddled carefully, but quickly, to the entrance of the camp. She tried not to cause attention to herself but it was difficult, her massive stomach made it hard for her to even walk properly.

Before she knew it, she was outside, the fresh air whipping through her fur. She was surprised she wasn’t caught, but since it was still early, she figured most of the cats would be out at the moment, either patrolling or training.

Gingerflame didn’t waste a heartbeat as she darted into the depths of the forest as fast as her legs could carry her... and her stomach. She was slow, undoubtedly, but the feeling of freedom was clear and made her feel like a naughty kit escaping her mother’s paw. She loved it, and she missed it. It was strange how a moon trapped inside the camp could get her nipping for the outside world.

She carried on, slowing down only when her paws needed a rest. Gingerflame soon came towards a large bramble bush which she scuffled through loudly, scratching her hind legs in the process. But she was determined, breaking through it and appearing on the other side. Only then did she realised she was not alone. In front of her was Frostbite, a Thunderclan warrior, sitting by himself. Mousedung! She knew her freedom wouldn’t last long. She stared at the tom, frowning, trying hard to back up into the bramble once more. But her attempt to escape only made it worse as the bramble tangled around her legs and thorns snagged at her skin. Her long fur getting caught and knotting around it.

She was trapped. Again...

How ironic.

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@LetMeDoStuff@Shurikai To establish, I will not be striking anyone for their grammar usage. Within the rules, it states; Use proper grammar and spelling as much as you can. Since this is only a casual roleplay and as long as everyone tries their best, grammar isn't an issue (just make it readable). If anyone has a problem, they should PM me. Just for everyone's information.

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Alright guys, me and Tea at midd have been speaking since some of the latest posts have been clogging up the IC. We will be implementing a 3 Strike Rule on posts. If you post three posts which are less then four sentences long, you're out, final. Also, the use of OC clans were talked about, and I have said that we won't be using them. If you wish to talk about OC clans, please refer to them as another 'group' of cats. From now on, I'm striking the use of OC clans as well. Thank you.

@Ginger Kollie

@Blizz Strike 1, Blizz. Please read above.

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Hawkstar

Hawkstar listened to Mallownose closely, remembering the incident he described all too well. It was painful losing any clan-cat member and bouts of Greencough always brought along heaps of death. The worst thing of all was watching proud and strong Thunderclan cats breakdown at the sight of their loved ones dying. The look in a Queen’s eyes when their kits lay before them, suffering from this fatal illness, is something he hopes he’ll never see again. Hopes that’ll unfortunately not come true. Meadowheart was a prime example of this. Not even Puddlefoot could console her, nothing anyone tried could even help the she-cat with her grief. It was the same for Gingerflame, when her two died last new-leaf. It was hard for him to watch his Deputy go through that with her, the Leader’s own helplessly becoming so painfully evident since all he could do was stand and watch.

Even himself was stricken with Greencough, many, many moons ago. It took one of his lives along with it, leaving him with but three lives left. He remembers that day, how the pain in his chest and fluid filled coughs tortured him for hours before Starclan took it away. Hawkstar wouldn’t wish that sort of suffering on anyone.

The sudden voice of Redwhisker sounded through his ears, making him jolt to the side sightly. He hadn’t noticed the old cat’s presence until now, and wasn’t particularly happy that he’d overheard their conversation. All he needed right now was another Greencough scare, not with all the Queens and Elders that the clan had. Mosscoat’s kits were just a few weeks old now and it wouldn’t be wise to frighten the mother of something that hadn’t even been confirmed yet. He knew from experience that stress and fear can affect a cat’s ability to carry out their duty, so it was better to not bring this to everyone’s attention. Not until Mallownose knows for sure if it’s anything to worry about, that is. He trusted the Medicine Cat and valued his opinion highly.

He was about to speak to Redwhisker himself, to sooth his fears about the possibility of Whitecough within the camp but stopped as Mallownose addressed his concerns. He stood there, looking at Redwhisker with a confident gleam as if to back up Mallownose’s words.

As the Medicine Cat made his way out of the camp, his young Apprentice following him, he heard yet another voice. Hawkstar turned, scanning the direction he had heard his name being called from. It became apparent that the voice came from Duskclaw, who was trotting nearer to him. Hawkstar rose from where he was and moved away from the entrance of the Nursery and met him halfway. He’d just about caught what the tom had ask before he finally reached him in a slow, and carefully manner. Just then, he realised, Duskclaw must have overheard Gingerflame’s yowling. With a calm, and friendly smile and a twitch of his nose, he spoke, “Yes, Duskclaw, everything’s alright.” He nodded at the tom, and sat down.

As soon as he did so, though, a young voice caught his attention. “Good morning, Honeypaw.” He replied, noticing her nervousness. Hawkstar was half expecting her to deliver him bad news, and was quietly relieved when she spoke about joining the next hunting party. Where was Frostbite? He surveyed the camp but found not even a glimpse of the tom. Remembering Silverstorm and the border patrol that she’d organised earlier, he instantly assumed that Frostbite must have been on it. It was a bit strange that he didn’t bring his Apprentice along with him though, and would have to talk to him about it later. It was a waste of time leaving Apprentices with nothing to do especially with new kits coming.

Hawkstar sighed, looking at the small she-cat in thought. “Why don’t you go and get some new bedding and moss for the Queens? If he comes back, I’ll tell him to come and find you.” He then switched his gaze towards Duskclaw. “Do you mind going with her? I’d like to have a fair amount of moss ready in case one of the Queens kit early.”

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@Blizz Original Character. So any OC clans would be clans which are not found in the books. Like Venomclan.