Warrior Cats Roleplay with Zoketi [Private]

[Iri]

[Oh, okay. Byeee!]

Lilypaw nodded. "But before I go," she mewed, "how can I tell a poppy seed from a foxglove seed?" She would feel terrible if something happened to a cat because of her. She'd never forgive herself and she'd probably be banned from stepping one paw into the medicine den ever again.

Beetlepaw crept over next to her. "Hello," he meowed. "How was your first day as an apprentice?" He swished his tail and rested his chin on his paws. He flicked his ears and whipped his head up, sensing Sparrowpaw approach. He flattened his ears and gave the younger apprentice a warning glare. Sparrowpaw rolled his eyes and settled in a nest in the corner of the den. Beetlepaw turned his gaze back on Littlepaw.

[Zoketi]

[Okay, for foxglove vs poppy, because I googled and googled and couldn't find differences, I'm just kinda sorta making it up... ^^" I looked at google images and compared the two as well, so this is what I got. xD]

His head tilted back around to face her. Staring for a moment, he tucked his paws close. It was a reasonable request, one he'd make sure to enforce. Being a medicine cat held huge responsibility. He leaned back to his store and pulled out a poppy head, placing it gently on the ground. Then he took out a flower from a foxglove plant. "First off, I always keep them separate--and in the right location. Poppy seeds remain in the poppy head, while foxglove seeds stay in the flower. Now. Foxglove is commonly smaller, and has a brownish tinge. Poppy seeds are larger usually, and have a more blue-black tinge." he murmured, motioning to each object. He lifted his head, fixing his intent yellow stare upon Lilypaw.

Littlepaw's ears pricked up as the grey-and-white tom approached her, and her eyes brightened. Before she could reply to his casual question she noticed her brother nearby. However, Beetlepaw's actions deterred the ginger tabby apprentice. Littlepaw frowned slightly. "You don't need to do that," she chided her friend. She didn't want to seem like she needed help scaring off her brother, for StarClan's sake. She could deal with Sparrowpaw. "But my day was quite nice. Tawnystar took me towards the RiverClan border." she mewed, her tail giving a flutter of happiness.

[Iri]

[Ahhh, mkay! XD]

Lilypaw nodded. "Oh," she mewed, "thanks!" She dipped her head slightly and went outside. She fetched a small mouse from the fresh-kill pile and then ran back into the medicine den, dropping her mouse on her nest and facing Bluestrike. "Do you want me to get you something?" she asked. She wondered if Bluestrike had eaten already that day. Probably, but she wanted to be sure.

Beetlepaw nodded a little. "All right," he meowed. "Sorry. Anyway, that's great! Someday, when you're older, Tawnystar might let you in a border clash." He smiled and flicked his tail. He felt a slightly wave of embarrassment but at least he knew not to do that in the future. He just didn't want Sparrowpaw picking on Littlepaw. He hadn't really witnessed anything but heard about it from Lilypaw and Littlepaw.

[Zoketi]

Bluestrike flicked his tail, then pulled the poppy head back and tucked it away, and did the same for the foxglove flower. He watched Lilypaw dart outside, and turned back to the stores again, thinking quietly. Perhaps he'd teach her some new herbs later today. Unfortunately it seemed to be raining again, so the idea of taking her out in the territory to find herbs was not appealing. He glanced back around when he heard running pawsteps, almost expecting something to be wrong. Facing his apprentice he relaxed and looked her up and down, considering her offer. "...sure, why not." he rumbled with a mild shrug.

The she-cat swished her short tail around her haunches as she nestled more comfortably on the moss. Her ears pricked up again as Beetlepaw went on. "Oh yes! I can't wait to be in battle." she meowed eagerly, bobbing her head. She'd heard the warriors talk all about the fights and skirmishes, and envied them for being able to defend their Clan. Although she knew cats had died, she couldn't help but feel excited to take part. First she had to learn moves though. That'd be great, still.

[Iri]

Lilypaw nodded, then ran back to fetch him a small, but plump, hare. She brought it back to him and set it at his paws. "Here," she meowed, walking over to her nest and starting to tuck into her wood mouse. She scowled slightly to herself as she watched the rain start to pour a little more. She had started to grow out of her mild fondness for rain- now it was nothing but trouble, really..

"Do you ever wonder," Beetlepaw queried, "why some cats still kill, even though that can destroy their reputations as good cats?" He really wondered himself. Cats died at other cats' paws. It was stupid for cats to murder each other. Unnecessary blood got spilled every moon though... He had vowed to himself that he would not let any cat, even if it was a rival, lose their final breath at his paws. He hated the idea of killing anything except for prey, and that was for survival, not sport. He had heard of rogues that went around killing prey for sport and never eating it.

[Zoketi]

Bluestrike nodded his thanks, then lowered his head and tore into the hare. Ears twitching, he concentrated on eating, while listening to the rain outside that seemed to be growing stronger. He was a little worried how long it would last. It'd already turned the camp to mud, and he supposed the stream that was their border with ThunderClan was already rushing full. The lake would be growing, too. Though he didn't worry so much for WindClan, he did wonder the impact the rain would have on the other three.

The white-coated apprentice tilted her head as her companion spoke up again. "Yeah, I guess so." she murmured thoughtfully, licking her muzzle. "...maybe some cats are bad. Maybe they want to destroy their reputations." she added darkly, wrinkling her nose up. She flexed out a forepaw, unsheathing her claws and dragging them against the soil. Of course, she wouldn't kill unless forced to. To defend the Clan, or a family member or friend. She did hope that she never had to do such a terrible thing, though.

-- skip week --

Bluestrike glanced upwards, glad he was sheltered under thick gorse and stone in his den. The sound of the torrential rain was not comforting. It'd been raining for the past quarter moon with hardly any relief. The whole Clan was in a foul mood it seemed, for WindClan cats and water never mixed well. However, the medicine cat was more anxious about this evening. He was supposed to be visiting the Moonpool--and bringing along his new apprentice, Lilypaw. In this weather, though, he was rather worried of taking her. And worse, what if the other Clans couldn't make it? He'd been out in the territory a few times to glance over the landscape, and from what little bit he could see, RiverClan was in bad shape. The lake had expanded, and although he couldn't see their camp or most of their territory due to trees and the Horseplace, he could tell that it was not good. And ThunderClan's shore had shrunk until the lake was nearly up to the trees, and the border-stream was overflowed already. ShadowClan was hardly visible, but he guessed the lake was risen that way too, and their streams were flooded. The tom flexed his paws against the soil, debating.

Littlepaw was curled up under a bush that she'd managed to shove her nest under. Most of the warriors and apprentices had tucked their nests under gorse or something, as the rain hadn't let up. Right now, it was quite strong. However, the Clan had started to go out in it more and more simply because they had to hunt and patrol. Littlepaw had been out in it a few times for training and hunting lessons, but she knew neither she nor her mentor had enjoyed it. Yet it had to be done.

[Iri]

Lilypaw had learned to not bug her mentor too much while he was thinking, and she could semi-tell he was in deep thought through his quietness and his slight frown. But she had a question. She wasn't trying to sound impatient- but she just wanted to know. "Bluestrike," she mewed, her voice steady and level, "will we go to the Moonpool tonight? Or is the rain too heavy?" She hoped Bluestrike wouldn't mind her asking. She was slightly disappointed by the rain but if she was able to go, she'd be able to meet the other medicine cats and apprentices. That'd be nice. But she doubted she would be able to meet the other medicine cats- the rain was pouring and pouring, showing not a trace of ceasing.

Tawnystar padded over to her apprentice, a slight frown on her face. "I don't like the rain," she meowed, "I hate it. And I know you do- but we have to go out on a patrol. Thanks to this mouse-brained rain, we have to check the borders a bit more frequently to make sure no cats from the other Clan are trying to sneak into our territory. Especially RiverClan." She scowled as water droplets splashed onto her pelt, soaking it even more so than it already was. Not only was the rain adding to her tetchy mood, RiverClan and WindClan did not trace back to a good history. She flicked her tail. RiverClan sometimes took fish from WindClan's side of the lake and tried to claim it wasn't stealing because WindClan never ate fish. And not many, but a good few weren't all that famous for having a pretty nasty temperament- like Blossompaw. She shook the thoughts from her head. That didn't really matter, but she wanted to check for any rival cats that were taking just a few steps over the wrong side of the boundaries.

[Later on, should we roleplay out a Gathering?]

[Zoketi]

[sure. that'd be in two weeks for them, since it's half-moon tonight.]

The medicine cat stirred slightly, one ear twitching towards Lilypaw as he detected her voice nearby. Shaking away his thoughts, he faced her. The question made him take in a quiet breath. Still, it wasn't as if he hadn't expected her to ask. He licked his muzzle. "We will go. If only to see how the others are doing. I won't let rain--as bad as it is--stop us." he murmured quietly, but forcefully. He lifted his head and stared outside at the downpour, his expression hardening. It was a good thing he didn't mind rain as much as other cats did. "We'll leave soon. It's a journey to get there, and with this weather it'll surely be worse."

Lifting her head, Littlepaw fixed her deep blue gaze upon her mentor. Her ears lifted with interest, and she wondered what they were going to be doing. The rain didn't please her but she'd rather be active than just lazing around on the nest. A patrol--that would be alright. Littlepaw nodded and scooted forwards a bit, so that her head came out from under the shelter, and rain splattered over her white fur. She hadn't been to the RiverClan border in a few days, and she was curious to see what damage had been done--as well as frightened. With a little huff, the apprentice wriggled out from under the gorse and into the pouring rain. She winced slightly as the coldness seeped over her thin fur, but then straightened proudly and nodded to Tawnystar.

[Iri]

[Yerpity!]

Lilypaw nodded and shuffled her paws. She felt a slight twinge of excitement and then a stab of nervousness. What if StarClan didn't see her fit to be WindClan's medicine cat apprentice? What would she do then? But on the bright side, she'd be able to meet the other apprentices, something she'd dreamed of for so long. She swished her tail a bit like she always did when in thought. Whitepaw and Cloudpaw and Blossompaw and their mentors would be there- she hoped they'd see her as worthy enough for WindClan's medicine cat apprentice, and she hoped StarClan did too.

Tawnystar led Littlepaw to the border, only bringing Mothheart with her and she snarled under her breath. About four RiverClan warriors were lurking on WindClan's side of the border. She flicked her tail towards Littlepaw and muttered, "Stay downwind. I don't want you getting involved in this fight. When I give you a signal, go back and get help." She lifted her head and strode towards the intruding cats, her head high and her tail lashing furiously. Her eyes were burning with anger but she forced herself to keep control of her anger. "What are you doing on our territory, trespassers? Stealing prey?"

[You want to play the RiverClan cats? XD]

[Zoketi]

[ lol sure! and you always choose the deputy to patrol with them xD also sorry for the riverclan lame answer hahah...I'm not good at that]

The tom glanced over her, his eyes softening a little as if he noticed her anxiety. But he said nothing, only tucked his paws close and let his gaze drift away and his thinking resume. After a moment, though, he eyed her again, and sniffed softly. "You should eat." he growled softly. It was a difficult journey, and even more so in this kind of downpour. Bluestrike expected to have to walk in lots of puddles, perhaps even swim if worst came to worst. The stream-border was flooded, according to the patrol reports, so they might not even cross to ThunderClan territory to walk with the ThunderClan and ShadowClan medicine cats. They'd meet them by the Moonpool, or cross later. Perhaps.

Tagging along was tricky. The ground was soggy, and there were puddles everywhere. The grass was flattened in some spots. Mud pools dotted the landscape. Littlepaw was no longer white, instead her fur was drenched with mud and water--luckily the rain kept her back somewhat clean. When they finally reached the area near the border, Littlepaw made out the fish stench of RiverClan much closer than normal. She heard her mentor snarl, and saw Mothheart's ears go back. The apprentice dropped her head, then lifted her ears as she heard Tawnystar speak to her. No fighting for her. That wasn't a surprise. Littlepaw only had a day's knowledge of battle training, and she wasn't keen to tussle now, seeing real enemies. They were half-hidden in the grass and shrubs, looking as though they hadn't noticed the WindClanners yet. Littlepaw nodded quickly, stepping back. Mothheart stood beside her for a moment, before flanking the leader as was her place.

Pebblestorm, a pale grey tabby with amber eyes, was the lead of the RiverClan patrol. He was well-known as a senior warrior, but also for his willingness to go any lengths for his Clan. Including, it seemed, thievery. When he saw the leader of WindClan padding furiously towards him, he narrowed his eyes and lashed his tail. He knew very well he was breaking the code, but his Clan was starved, and it was what he had to do. It was tricky. He did not want Tawnystar to know how weak his Clan was, but he couldn't deny stealing. Especially not when they had prey with them--Greyflower had caught a skinny mouse, and she was standing a few paces from him with the thing at her paws. He stumbled forwards, his ears low. He must be careful with his words. "The flooding has cause some lack of terrain...we are taking what we must to survive." he muttered with a slight growl. He didn't see any other WindClanners, but he doubted the leader had come alone. Beside him, the black she-cat Crowflight unsheathed her claws, and the last member of their patrol, a tall brown tabby apprentice named Turtlepaw, lashed his tail.