SplashClan/Roleplay/Archive 02

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Archived 22/03/19
Contains roleplay from March 2019
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This was the first sunrise of newleaf, the faint buzzing of cicadas already audible in the trees and the first blossoms visible in the treetops and in the herbs and vines that crept over the lip of the cave in which the SplashClan camp was situated. Divestar stood and breathed deeply, stiffening as Shellskip's whimpers tugged at their hearing. They knew Fawnspots and Skyflower were with him, another crowding face would only make things more stressful. They'd check in on all of them later. Otterthorn was pacing worriedly, her fur bristling and flattening as she turned over the million different things happening in her head, Shellskip's pain only adding to her anxiety. Finally coming to a decision, she ducked her head and left the den, greeting Divestar with an affectionate bump of her head against their cheek. "Morning, Divestar. Would you take Silverpaw out for a battle practice session? I need to get out of here. The last thing anyone needs is a stressed deputy on top of everything else going on today." she explained, though she knew full well where she'd be going. As Divestar agreed, the cinnamon she-cat felt a pang of guilt as she turned and bounded from the camp as if fleeing danger. Divestar shook their head, they weren't a stupid cat. Otterthorn's pelt always carried traces of GladeClan scent when she returned for the night, and she was gone more often than not nowadays. While admittedly most days she did train Silverpaw herself - a sure indicator that today she really was too stressed to cope - she generally disappeared the minute the training session was done, leaving Silverpaw to wander home at her own pace. If it got any worse they'd be having words with their deputy.Stretching and shedding their worries like spring showers, the tabby leader stepped up to the centre of camp. "Alright, me again. Patrols. Ashfeather, I want you guarding the entrance. Everyone else is leaving, we need peace and space today. Rockrose, Honeywhisker, you're both heading to check the BreezeClan border. Sandrattle and Swallowfern, to the Tribe border - let them know the leaf bare leniency is over. On your way back if you can all get moss and bracken, we needs nests for Swiftstrike and the nursery. Silverpaw, you're with me again." they called out briskly, meeting the gazes of each warrior and speaking in a tone that indicated no arguing. If they were feeling especially diplomatic they'd assign Honeywhisker and Sandrattle to the same patrol, but nobody really had the energy for that today.A wry smile twisted the chocolate-brindled warrior's muzzle and they nodded to Silverpaw, before turning and heading out of camp with a flick of the tail indicating that she was to follow. As the warriors went about their day, Shellskip was stretched out in a nest in the medicine den, his wide-eyed stare tinged with panic as he met Fawnspots' gaze and let out another low, plaintive whimper of pain. He'd been woken long before sunrise by agonizing spasms, and now it was time for the kits to be brought into the world. As the familiar-scented cream tabby comforted him, Shellskip closed his eyes and wished for it all to just stop, just for a moment, so he could breathe.
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Shivering with pain, shock and a bone-deep chill, the mottled medicine cat had no energy for anything further. He looked down on the four soaked, blind scraps of fur with mixed disconnection and revulsion, he couldn't bring himself to want them. One, a creamy pale brown thing, mewled pathetically while Shellskip simply gazed blankly into space. Dragging up his reserves of energy, he turned his dull stare to Skyflower. "You said you'd help," he murmured. If he'd had more energy he would turn and flee. One riot,one ranger! 01:01, March 1, 2019 (UTC)
Fawnspots had been in the camp since Skyflower had run to fetch her before dawn. Beside her sat a pile of her own herd, and a few sticks. She sat at the tom's head gently grooming his head soothingly. Skyflower stood to one side letting the second medicine cat work. Fawnspots pawed a few raspberry leaves along with thyme and dandelion leaves to the tom, "You need to eat them, Raspberry leaves for the pain, thyme and dandelion leaves for the nerves and anxiety." She rasped her tongue over his ear before nosing a stick to his jaw after he had taken the herbs
A few hours later, Fawnspots sat back as the tiny wriggling bundles of damp fur tried seeking their first milk from the tom. Her heart twisted with pain. Memories of her own kits, as well as the worry for the tom's mental health. She curled beside Shellskip. "I'm sorry Shellskip, I know you won't like it, but they need you for a little while. I know it's not ideal, I know it won't be comfortable, but you have what they need, Skyflower's milk won't give them the nutrients they need yet." She meowed with a pained voice. She knew that he might plead not to have them near him. But they needed him right now. Skyflower bent her head, sniffing the small bundles before letting out a broken purr, "I will look after and raise them, Shellskip, I told you I would." Pain flooded her gaze as she watched the helpless scraps of fur. The agony of losing her kits only days ago, still fresh on her mind. Her eyes held no spark, but she knew that these kits needed her warmth, her milk when they weren't at Shellskip's belly. Letting out an approving purr, Fawnspots lay by Shellskip, quietly rasping her tongue over his shoulder and back. "Thank you Skyflower" she mewed softly before dragging a few more dandelion leaves to Shellskip's nose along with some chamomile. "Eat up" she murmured softly before turning to Skyflower, "You'll need to take some borage to keep your milk up, you were only feeding two kits before, now you will be feeding four." The grey and white queen winced at the memory of her lifeless kits, less than a moon old, before she nodded quietly, her gaze still on the tiny bundles that would soon be nestled at her own belly.
Silverpaw shook her head and sighed, Otterthorn had been very distracted lately, often smelling off GladeClan and the neutral territory. But it wasn't her place to pry, she just wished her mentor would take more interest in their training. Though she wasn't distracted, her paws would get antsy toward the end of a session before darting off almost immediately after, leaving the apprentice to wander back to camp by herself. She turned and bounded after Divestar, "What do you want to do today?" she asked them. Her head slightly tilted to the side. 
Divestar shook their head, a wry smile touching their muzzle. "Not what I want. Otterthorn requested battle practice, so that's what we're doing today." they explained, their paws treading the well-worn path to the clearing in the heather where most of the Clan practiced battle moves. As Silverpaw was the only apprentice for now, it was unoccupied; though in future moons that would change. As they reached the centre of the clearing, they turned and faced the rosetted tabby apprentice. "Alright. Show me what you know. I'm Wolfleap, the big scary GladeClan deputy. You have to take me down, show me how you'd do it." they drawled, drily amused at how similar apprenticeship training tasks could be to kithood games.
Shellskip shook his head slowly, burrowing into the moss of his nest in a vain sort of attempt to escape the situation. Grudgingly, his gaze fixed on the dim grey-green fibres instead of the kits, he turned over to allow them to drink, tail swishing half-heartedly in disgust at the sensation. When they finished, he abruptly turned back over with an ill-tempered huff and proceeded to ignore everything.
One riot,one ranger! 01:35, March 8, 2019 (UTC)
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