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  • WindClan Chat/Plot

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;]mei i swear to god for the past few posts you've been saying 'gully's a chick now' i've been internally screaming 'iS THAT PUN "CHICK" INTENTIONAL HOLY SHIT'
    i just
    is it
    bc
    y'know
    seagulls are birds
    and have chicks
    and you're saying seagullcry's a chick now
    and im just lowkey dying

  • WindClan Chat/Plot

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;]but
    but was it intentional or not
    dammit i gotta know
    and b honest u fuck

  • Bloodclanner trespassing

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;]Fernleaf was next to arrive, hackles raised and her fur fluffed to its extent. Her claws were unsheathed, sharp and poised to do whatever she must, and perhaps even more. The stench of twoleg and smog was what led her to them, and the smell of prey's spilled blood. Despite her clanmates being present, she dropped her calm and cool in exchange for a violent, barely-restrained anger. "It's BloodClan. The mousebrains don't know how to stick to their twoleg place of carrion and crowfood. My question is, why come to WindClan? Why not ThunderClan? They are much closer to your home, if one could even call it that," she snarled, standing straighter than a plank.

  • quiet water / patrols, open

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 490px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;][sup]/guys its time for fern to display the truth: patrols are her true love
    also quiet water on the undertale ost is my true love, sorry mei, sorry rosey/marina, and everyone else, lmao


    Fern, unlike many others, was up at some of the most odd and abstract times, much more often than her clan-mates. She was up and moving about before the skies even began to lighten, even before the nocturnal creatures. Sometimes she was up just before sun-down. Sometimes she didn't sleep for a whole day, only to sleep away the next. Her clan-mates had long since learned to accept it, as it was hard to wake her up no matter what. When she slept, Fernleaf was known to be one of the heaviest of sleepers, taking far more than cold water to wake up. It was nearly impossible, and everyone both knew and accepted it, and those who didn't would learn within a few days of being near her and her incredibly peculiar sleeping habits.


    However, oddly enough, today, Fernleaf was up and awake at a reasonable time. Just before dawn. A few others were waking up, quietly taking some of the few meager meals that were sitting among the fresh kill pile. She stretched and yawned from the little indent in the earth she used as a nest, with it's slight matting of soft grasses she had gathered at random. Shaking out her russet fur, she quickly groomed it clean of debris and other sorts of undesirables caught in it. She then proceeded to wander into the more active central of camp, looking at the fresh-kill pile with narrowed eyes. They were running low, even with so few members. They needed organized patrols.


    Padding to the center, since nearly no one else would do so, she decided she would organize the patrols. She was an organized she-cat, she was just as known for it as she was known for her odd sleeping patterns. She had this odd tendency to know where just about everything was, having glimpsed it or placed it at some moment or another. Fernleaf also owned an appreciation for organizing patrols. She always liked watching the deputies do it. So the molly took it upon herself, opening her maw and speaking in a tone loud enough for those awake and awakening at dawn to hear.


    "If it's alright with everyone, I'd like to organize the morning's patrols. And..some other things. First, border patrol. Y'know, check and remark the RiverClan border, go along the Thunderpath and smell for ShadowClan, a usual border patrol. Secondly, a hunting patrol. Preferably three or maybe even up to five cats, as we are running low on food. Thirdly, we need to have mentors training apprentices, now, preferrably. Maybe even go on patrols. With our warriors and capable cats spread thin, we need more and more knowing how to fight and hunt, but hunting for now is our main priority so we can sustain ourselves. Fourthly, despite knowing that the other clans are in situations akin to our own and are likely not to cause trouble, we still need to have guards out nightly. The other clans are not our only dangers, not even counting rogues, loners, twolegs, monsters, dogs, or more. Fifth and finally, perhaps a small number of cats with herbal knowledge going out. It's not necessary at the moment, but it would be appreciated. Just come up and ask to lead a patrol, join a patrol, say if you're going out training, or volunteering to guard tonight or tomorrow. Also, if no one volunteers to lead "


    /okay, so the way patrols will work is whoever is leading (or possibly one on it, but not leading if the leader can't do it) will make a 'patrol thread,' basically a thread thats private, but for a patrol. For training, y'know just regular ol' private threads (unless joint training threads which are just,, big private threads). guards were just because, and dont actually need to be done. come to me if you have any questions or confusions, I'm sure i can help! (:

  • Bloodclanner trespassing

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;]Fernleaf could only help but snarl at the BloodClan she-cat, lips peeled back and showing off the sharpened teeth in her maw. And then the opposing Clanner made a lash out to her, claws unsheathed and directed straight for her muzzle. But Fernleaf was a clever and experienced warrior, with many moons of training and true experience under her metaphorical belt. She ducked below the paw, in turn directing a lash at the BloodClanner's own muzzle, with a slightly likeliness to hit at their close proximity and Jettail still needing to regroup from the attacks from Fern's own clan-mates.

  • windclan shipping thread

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;][sup]guys
    i just
    wanna die
    so bad
    so tired
    ugh
    and i dunno who to truly ship fern with
    smokestorm
    or
    otterbrook
    bc they b crushin'
    or someone else totally xD
    but im still tired ugh

  • windclan shipping thread

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;][sup]omg the nickname i came up with for a name i also came up with caught on??
    xD
    wtf me


    gully'll just get all the girls in a big poly relationship, lmao

  • We didn't want to be this way. (Open, ThunderClanners at Border)

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;][sup]Padding up with a neutral expression upon ginger features, the felidae raised her green eyes to meet those of Dovepaw, cocking a nonexistent brow in silent question yet to be verbalized. She took her place slightly behind that of Smokestorm's, tail curled neatly around her paws as the necessary questioning had already been asked. The lithe female tilted her head slightly, angling it to the side. Her nose easily caught the familiar scent of ThunderClan from Dovepaw. "I am Fernleaf," she spoke in a monotone, half-lidded eyes hiding her curiosity.

  • windclan shipping thread

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;][sup]lmao, i dont see how anyone could truly love ferny's personality??
    she seems so plain in my eyes
    and i dont know what to do to possibly fix it except development which i can't do just yet
    not until one hundred
    for now we just run off backstory

  • WindClan Chat/Plot

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;][sup]gUYS DONT SHIP LEAFLEAF FERN IS FUCKING 33 MOONS OLD AND LEAFPAW IS AN APPRENTICE
    OMG
    WTF
    but this is super late but i can make the leafleaf thread?? unless you want to of course

  • windclan shipping thread

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;][sup]omg
    he could try to go after fern
    i mean she's got two others after her but i mean
    hes only four moons younger than her

  • WindClan Chat/Plot

    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 475px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify;][sup]ik i left for two-three hours and i dont know fucking half of you
    oops
    fern isn't too young, she's about the age most deputies get appointed so??