OceanClan Role Play Thread!!

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    Spottedcloud crouched in the medicine den, sorting herbs. She placed tansy into the correct pile and carried on.


    Stormkit and Featherkit rolled around in the nursery, playing and waiting for the other kits to wake up.


    Willowsong dipped her head in greeting to Oceanstar as she passed.


    Stormclaw padded out of camp to go on patrol, breathing in the sweet morning scents.

    Oceanstar also greeted Willowsong with a dip of her head and a friendly flick of her tail. She will have to pick a deputy soon. But who will she pick? I have to find a warrior who is brave and wise, a warrior who will become leader after me and lead the clan with great dignity. She caught up with Stormclaw's hunting patrol to clear her mind.



    Jumpingshadow bounds over to the fresh-kill pile. She hasn't eaten since the morning before.

    "Hi, Oceanstar," Stormclaw greeted her. "Nice day on the coast, isn't it?" He meowed, letting the salty morning air wash over him. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of waves crashing on the shore. He loved the ocean.

    Lilystorm and Nettleclaw bounded up to the patrol. "Mind if we join?" Lilystorm meowed.


    Emberpelt yawned and padded out of the warriors den, stretching, her flame-colored pelt shining like fire in the sunshine. She raised her head and padded over to the fresh-kill pile, where she selected a mouse for herself and sat down to eat it. She gulped it down quickly and swiped her tongue over her jaws, ready for the day.


    "Stormkit, be careful!" Flamingmeadow scolded as Featherkit gave a loud yelp when Stormkit's foot slid onto her eye.
    "Sorry, mama," Stormkit mewed, though he didn't sound too sorry.
    "Don't worry, Flamingmeadow! I can get him back!" Featherkit squeaked, leaping on Stormkit and the two kits tussled on the ground until Flamingmeadow separated them.
    "Don't play so rough, okay?" The queen sighed.

    "Yes, it is a nice day."She gazes at the ocean, it's hungry waves crashing against the cliffs. She watches as Lilywhisker and Nettleclaw catch up to join the patrol."Of course you can join the patrol. The more food for the clan, the better!"


    Jumpingshadow goes over to the nursery after eating, grabbing a plump squirrel for the queens and kits."I brought you guys something to eat,"she says,"you'll need it now that you have a handful of kits to take care of!"

    Flamingmeadow gave Jumpingshadow a look of gratitude. She bent down and sniffed the squirrel before taking a bite out of it with a purr. She ate her fill and left the rest for the other queens and kits.
    Stormkit came up and sniffed the squirrel, tentatively stretching out his neck to take a tiny nibble. He tasted it and swiped his tongue over his jaws to get all the flavor out of it. A large grin spread across his face. In a flash, he dug in and came back up with his cheeks stuffed with squirrel. "Thish ish greapt!" He squeaked through a mouthful of fresh-kill.
    "Stormkit, leave some for the others!" Flamingmeadow scolded after he took another enourmous bite. Featherkit approached the squirrel and took a small bite before curling up beside Wrenflight.


    "Great!" Nettleclaw meowed.


    Spottedcloud crouched in the medicine den, continuing to sort herbs.

    Oceanstar flicks her tail for silence. The scent of rabbit filled her nose, and made her mouth water. She stalked slowly towards the scent, immediately seeing the plump rabbit nibbling at a sprig of greens. Oceanstar slowly crept up toward it, each step as light as air. Finally, she leaped squarely on the rabbit's shoulders and killed it with one nip at the back of the rabbit's neck.


    Jumpingshadow watched with amusement as Stormkit tried the fresh-kill."Is it his first time trying fresh-kill?"she asked.

    Fallowpaw sits in the medicine den, bored to death. He has already re-sorted the herbs, twice. He has also gone out to replenish their supply of tansy, and now he has nothing to do. As a medicine cat apprentice, he is not supposed to join the hunting patrols, so that is ruled out. He decides that he will go to the ocean for a quick swim. It's not like he's going anywhere else. He pads out of the den, past the nursery, and out of the camp. He trots over the green grass, the salty scent of the sea growing closer. He leaps off a small outcrop and lands in the sand. He walks through the sand, enjoying the shape of his pawprints, and steps into the water. It is a shock of cold at first touch, but he then gets used to it. He wades deeper into the water until the small waves lap at his neck. Then, his paws leave the bottom and he paddles swiftly through the water. He swims like an otter, unlike many cats he knows. He is faster in water than he is on land. He spots the hunting patrol padding along the beach. Fallowpaw swims after them, swiftly and silently.

    Fallowpaw paddles after the patrol, claw kick, claw kick. He keeps his eyes fixed on Oceanstar as she hunts. He addresses her smoothness, she has a natural motion.

    Oceanstar looks out to the ocean; the beautiful, everlasting ocean. She's distracted by a moving figure in the water, swimming with great precise.



    ---

    Fallowpaw almost freezes as Oceanstar's gaze lands upon him. But he keeps his paws churning to keep his head above water.

    Must be one of my warriors, she thinks. Oceanstar averts her gaze from the swimming figure to catch up with her patrol.

    Fallowpaw exhales deeply, not realizing that he'd been holding his breath. He paddles a tad harder, propelling himself forward as he follows the patrol. He is going to follow them until they return. He has a plan, he is secretly going to train himself as a warrior. He will watch mentors and their apprentices, and he will follow patrols. That way, when he becomes a true medicine cat, he will be able to defend himself, rather than cower behind the warriors, peeking out only to heal someone.

    (that's cool!)


    Oceanstar and her patrol come back to camp with a bounty of fresh-kill; the squirrel, 3 rabbits, and a vole. She's very proud of her warriors."Tonight, we are to feast!" Oceanstar yowls while jumping onto the meeting rock.

    Fallowpaw, wet and excited, pads into the camp. He trots over to the medicine den. He does not find his mentor in the den, so he sots down and licks the moisture from his fur, one ear perked to hear his leader. His plan is flawless, and no one will know he is doing it.

    "Yes, it is," Flamingmeadow meowed, watching the kits try fresh-kill for their first time ever.


    Stormclaw gave a yowl of approval for his leader. She had caught most of the fresh-kill, after all.


    "Fallowpaw?" Spottedcloud asked, padding into camp. "I was looking for you. Where have you been?" She stalked silently up to him, wondering what he was up to.

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    Jumpingshadow looks at the little kit, then looks at Flamingmeadow,"Well, I better be going now."She slides under the brambles and out of the nursery.

    "I uh," says Fallowpaw. "I was... searching for herbs, but I-I didn't find any sorry."
    He licks his paw self-conciously.
    "We'll, I'm gonna get some freshkill bye,"
    He trots out of the den, trying to seem calm. He walks to the fresh-kill pile and selects a small catfish. He sits down underneath a palm tree to eat it.