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The Rise of WillowClan

Interacting with: @Hazelrah @The Elvenqueen @PrankFox

Sunfur let out a sigh, and he could feel both relief, frustration and worry weighing on his chest at once. Of course he was relieved Fernstar and Blackpelt had gotten back to camp safely, but he couldn't ignore his sense of frustration around not getting out of the camp to hunt. He felt like he had delayed too long to ask permission from Stonefall. As the deputy, he knew Stonefall was the authority in camp when Fernstar was not around, but perhaps if he would have just gone without waiting for permission, the Clan would have fresh kill for after the meeting was over. He hoped Fernstar wouldn't be disappointed in him. . . He padded towards the Highstump and sat down next to Stormheart. He noticed Spidernose part from their trio and settle down next to Stonefall. His ear perked as he noticed their tails entwined together, and he heard a soft purr from Stonefall. Are Spidernose and Stonefall mates? Why wouldn't they say something? As Fernstar addressed Duskwing about not joining the other Warriors, he wondered whether he should speak up and let her know about the problem or if Stonefall was going to take her aside and inform her on his own.

The Rise of WillowClan

Interacting with: @solokolos @The Elvenqueen @PrankFox @Shadow Dragon @Hazelrah

Fernstar waited for her cats to assemble below the Highstump and as Spidernose greeted her, she dipped her head in acknowledgement. "Thank you Spidernose. I am certainly glad to be back." Scanning the small crowd forming below her, she noticed that Duskwing was not among them. She raised her head and began searching the camp for her. On the far side of camp, she spotted Duskwing crouched outside the nursery, looking rather paranoid. Raising her voice, she called out to Duskwing, "Duskwing. Is there a reason you aren't sitting with your Clanmates I should know about?" Glancing down below the Highstump at the rest of her cats, she did notice there seemed to be an air of worry in the camp. Had something happened while she had been gone? Maybe she should have a conversation with Stonefall, alone.

The Rise of WillowClan

Hey everyone sorry I've been MIA for a little while. I was in Washington with my Dad and my little brother who I don't get to see very often since I moved. I will be getting multiple posts up over today and tomorrow most likely. Thanks everyone for being patient!

The Rise of WillowClan

Interacting with: @solokolos @PrankFox @The Elvenqueen @Shadow Dragon @Hazelrah

Their race back to camp went by in a heartbeat. She was too concerned with the uncertain fate of her Clan to realize how far they had ran, or how tired she was. She stopped a few tree lengths outside the entrance to camp and watched as Blackpelt raced ahead of her and crashed through the barrier yowling concernedly about his herb store. She sat down to catch her breath and compose herself. She would soon address her Clan as a StarClan approved leader, with 9 lives and the holy guidance of their ancestors. It was just past moonhigh and Fernstar gazed upwards towards the stars. It seemed as though the cold of leaf bare made them shine even brighter than they did during new leaf. She closed her eyes and remembered the cats she had seen during her ceremony. Ivypool, Oakheart, Leafpool and Violetshine; they were all so amazing and wise. She was sure it had been an experience she would never forget.

Opening her eyes, she let out a sigh and stared at the ground, her brows in a furrow. Why did Blackpelt start meowing on and on about his herbs when I asked him what he saw? I'm sure it was clear I meant the events he saw in our camp. She wondered if she could have been more clear than she had been, but she couldn't understand why the context around her requests had gone unread. Anxiety spiked in her pelt as she wondered if this would be a repeating problem with her medicine cat. What if one day the Clan is in danger and I have questions for Blackpelt about messages from StarClan that he doesn't answer correctly? The fate of the whole Clan could be put in danger. Snapping out of her thoughts, she shook the anxiety out of her pelt and got to her paws. She had been so deep in thought, she didn't notice her paws had gone numb from the deep snow they had been submerged in. Licking each of her pads in turn, she padded towards the camp entrance and finally pushed through.

Surveying her camp, she noticed Spidernose, Stormheart, Sunfur and Stonefall sitting in a group not too far from the entrance. It looks like they were about to leave camp to go hunting. I couldn't encourage it more. Glancing around the camp, her encouragement was validated by the absence of a fresh kill pile. Why was this not done sooner?. . . Moosepaw and Honeypaw were crouched outside the Warriors den, their heads low and close together. They seemed to be whispering to each other. Fernstar's tail twitched in amusement. What are those apprentices up to? Kits will be kits, I suppose. She tilted her head in confusion as she noticed Duskwing, crouched outside the nursery, with a particularly paranoid look on her face. She seemed to be hypervigilant, tense. I must find out what this is about. Her paws kicked up snow as she hurled herself onto the Highstump, and yowled with a newfound sense of authority, "Let all cats gather below the Highstump for a Clan meeting!" She waited to speak until all her cats were gathered below her, and her chest swelled with pride. Her Clan was being guided by StarClan now. They could survive. They would survive.

The Rise of WillowClan

Hey everyone I just wanted to apologize for my lack of posting the last week or so. I've been having pretty bad womanly based problems that have been making me not feel very good. I will get a post (most likely multiple) within the next few days :)

The Rise of WillowClan

Interacting with: @Hazelrah @PrankFox @The Elvenqueen

Sunfur perked his ears as he noticed Stonefall padding across camp towards them, and glancing at Spidernose he let a snort of exasperation leave his muzzle and muttered, "Nothing except more snow and ice freezing all the rocks by the rapids over. It's so cold no scents linger for more than a sunrise, and we don't know how long ago this supposed encounter happened, or where. It could have happened far past our borders, further then Stormfur and I searched." Sunfur pushed the thought from his mind. There was no reason to worry about that now. If the raccoons showed their beady black eyes in camp, they would receive a muzzle full of claws in exchange. For now, the Clan needed fresh kill, and he was going to make sure they got it. As Stonefall neared them, he stood and gestured to the rest of his patrol. "I was hoping to get your permission to take Stormfur and Spidernose out on a hunting patrol. I don't think any of us have eaten in a while and it wouldn't be right for Fernstar and Blackpelt to return to camp with no prey. It seems like you and Duskwing have the strangers under watch?"

The Rise of WillowClan

Has anyone noticed how many character's names start with S in this RP? Spidernose, Stormfur, Stonefall and Sunfur lol

The Rise of WillowClan

Interacting with: @Shadow Dragon

"Rouges?" Fernstar's pelt bristled and she stopped in her tracks, whipping around to face Blackpelt. "What else do you see? Is anyone in danger?" Trying with every scrap of mentality she had to calm herself, she tried to put herself in Blackpelt's paws. It must be confusing, living in a world so crowded with messages and omens no one else can see. I don't know that I'd be able to focus on the life right in front of me if it were me. It didn't seem as though Blackpelt had any sort of grip on this curse either. Perhaps with some guidance and reassurance from his leader, and StarClan, it didn't have to be a curse. Letting adrenaline flow back into her paws, she meowed sternly to Blackpelt, "We need to hurry. I need you to tell me everything you see on the way back, but you're going to have to keep up with me." Refusing to sit on her paws any longer, Fernstar began racing through the dark back towards camp, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Blackpelt was following her. It seemed that even though this curse Blackpelt spoke of was causing him anxiety at the moment, with some care and honing, it could be a valuable asset to the Clan. Keeping her ears open for any information her medicine cat would say, she let a sense of duty overcome her. If I have to lose my first life in battle, so be it. I will protect my Clan, no matter the cost.

The Rise of WillowClan

@The Elvenqueen Ah okay. Well I'm sure the hunting patrol you're a part of will be back in camp by Thursday haha You aren't allowed to leave until you've caught ONE bird LOL

The Rise of WillowClan

Interacting with: @PrankFox

Felix lowered his head to lick a scratch on his chest and replied casually to Duskwing; "If you say so." Pushing through the brambles to the camp's nursery, he saw Heather and Otis nestled near the back of the den licking their wounds just as he had done. Lying down next to Heather, he drew a paw over his ear and sighed. "I guess we wait here until their leader is back in camp. I hope these cats are decent enough to give us fresh kill." He lashed his tail in frustration and hissed under his breath; "Or they could let us hunt for ourselves." His frustration faded for a heart beat when Heather moved closer to him and her soft fur brushed his. Heather turned her head towards the entrance to the den to make sure Duskwing was still facing away from them, and when she was satisfied, she said quietly; "Yeah. My belly thinks my throat's torn out." A gleam of excitement and mischief lit up her eyes and she drew her lips back in a smirk. "Besides, I want to know every fox length of their territory. Every fox hole and rabbit den." Felix suddenly realized how badly his paws ached from all their traveling and he stretched his claws apart paw by paw in an attempt to relax them. He turned to face Otis and asked, "Are you going to rest? We don't know what we'll need our energy for when their leader returns." His fur prickled with resentment. Even saying the word "leader" evoked feelings of anger and rejection for Felix. They'll pay. . . Redirecting his attention once more, he waited for Otis to respond. Quietly gazing around the den Otis answered, "No, I'm not tired. I'll just keep my ears open and wake you when their leader returns. There should be fresh kill by then too." Satisfied with his friend's response, Felix let out a deep sigh then rested his head on his paws for a long awaited nap.