Posts by sundance.

[hr][justify][size=8]stumbled across this & i think this plot is adorable! i'm a sucker for cliches so this is right up my alley! i'd be 100% willing to throw turtie on the rescue mission, as she's very protective of her clanmates c:

[hr][justify][size=8]Rank: queen
Hair Length: medium
Fur Color: silver calico
Eye Color: sky blue
Scars/Other: none
References?: signature <3

[hr][justify][size=8]aw thank you for the welcomes everyone! i'm really excited to roleplay here!

spacent: i believe we would have to run it by wafture since they play sootstar & they may be willing to set it up c:

macaron: you could always re-adopt out her children since what i've seen, windclan could use some more roleplayers

[hr][justify][size=8]i saw you were looking for a mentor for heatherpaw, and i'd be more than happy to offer up turtlefur! c:

[hr][justify][size=8]no problem! c:
would you like a training thread between them?

[hr][justify][size=8]Turtlefur had recently been granted an apprentice by Sootstar. Her name was Heatherpaw, a lithe brown tabby who seemed just as eager to train as she was to train her.

Quite looking forward to their first training session that afternoon, the silver calico stretched in the nursery, taking her time to clean her plush coat of fur. She picked out the little bits of moss in it and smoothed down the ruffles from her children's restless sleep. Fawnkit and Stagkit were rather active in their slumber, she had noticed, but she didn't mind. Frankly, at this stage, Turtlefur was allowed back in the warriors' den. However, she didn't feel right leaving her kits alone at night with their father gone. It wasn't right.

Gently pulling herself from those thoughts, the queen rose to her paws and emerged from the nursery, turning herself in the direction of the apprentices' den. She neared it easily with long-legged strides and pushed her head through the gorse entrance to call, "Heatherpaw? Are your ready for training?" She presumed her newly-named apprentice would be out and by her side in a matter of seconds after her inquiry.

[hr][justify][size=8]https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2486611.new#new
^^ here's the thread for you!

[hr][justify][size=8]A smile spread over her face. Now, that one she would enjoy quite a bit. Frankly, it would entertain her for hours and keep the kits out from the warriors' paws. Who didn't love a good story? Nodding to Freckleface, she meowed, "I'd be happy to." With that, the silver calico headed out to go tell her tale.

[hr][justify][size=8]Every word had Turtlefur on edge, terrified for her kit. That sounded an awful lot like the Dark Forest... However, knowing she was too young to be sought out, the mother allowed herself to push all the blame on too many tall tales from the elders. Nuzzling Fawnkit's head with her nose, wanting to keep her from hyperventilating in fear, she murmured, "It was just a dream, sweetheart. It wasn't real. I promise that I'll keep you safe, okay?" That was a promise she would keep until the moment she drew her last breath. The duty of a mother was never over, even after her kits left the nursery.

[hr][justify][size=8]"Kits! Gather around for story time!"

No matter how old they got, kits loved storytime. So did Turtlefur. Thus, when Freckleface had suggested she hold a story-telling session for the nursery, she'd happily accepted, meandering off to the nursery entrance to give the delicate call. Luckily, it was mid-day so there was little chance of children snoozing in their nests. A smile plastered over her soft white maw, the silver calico curled her tail over her paws and awaited the arrival of the small bundles of fur.

[hr][justify][size=8]ooh yes! i completely agree, turtie lowkey loves her for looking out for fawny & stag <3

[hr][justify][size=8]they will have to share the clan mom title cx
jk turtie is so focused on her own children she hardly notices others rip
& yes please!

[hr][justify][size=8]oml they will get along so well xD
& thank you! i'll go respond <3

[hr][justify][size=8]This was a particularly nice day, given the fact that it was leaf-bare. Usually the wind was harsher, but today a breeze flowed through in a pleasant manner, moving the tall moorland grass outside camp calmly. The sun gazed down upon the vast space below, offering no snow from its sister clouds today. Instead, it the sky remained bright and kind, which was a wonderful change given the frigid temperatures as of recent. Of course, it was still cold, but the sunshine made it bearable. Plus, it gave Turtlefur an ease of mind, knowing Fawnkit and Stagkit wouldn't freeze while playing if she dozed off for a moment.

Being a mother had come naturally to her. She had always expected to have kits someday, and though they might not have been intended under the circumstances in which they were born, she did not regret a thing. Snakescar, the kits' father, had gone not longer after their birth. She had always suspected he simply didn't feel comfortable around children or figured they would be ashamed of him. He'd been so different from her, the polar opposite in fact. But she had loved him so dearly. It broke her heart when he left, however, she had pulled through for the sake of Fawnkit and Stagkit, knowing they needed her to be strong. Oftentimes she told them stories about their father, typically followed by questions of when they would get to see him again. Honestly, she didn't know. There was still a small part of her that wondered if he would never come back. She did hope to see him again someday, though. Once a lover, always a lover, in her mind. The molly would likely never stop being in love with him.

It was tragic, how quickly their love had dissipated. Regardless, Turtlefur found herself lost in daydreams frequently, fondly recalling their time together. There was no shame in it. Her children knew she still loved their father. Frankly, they knew she was full of love to share with the whole clan. They didn't mind, for which she was grateful. StarClan had truly blessed her with the sweetest, most understanding kits. She one day hoped to have more kits, to give Fawnkit and Stagkit younger siblings, but it was unlikely they would come anytime soon. After all, she was still sore over Snakescar. It would take time for her heart to heal enough that she could move on, she figured.

This was what had the silver calico dazed in the nursery on that beautiful afternoon. Her kits were out playing, likely bothering the elders for stories again. So she had taken the free time, rather than napping, to reminisce in the past. It was a lovely pastime for her, since she felt so strongly for all her memories.

However, she was pulled from her own sea of thoughts when a familiar feminine tone rang through the nursery, followed by a tall figure. Freckleface. She thought highly of the warrior, knowing when she was out on patrols and hunting to help WindClan, Freckleface acted as a nanny to her children. It was something she would not forget any time soon and would be eternally grateful for. If she were ever to ask Turtlefur for any favors, she wouldn't hesitate to agree. Thus, she smiled warmly towards the freckled feline as she offered a recently-caught rabbit to her. Appreciation spread of her face, the queen invited, "Oh, thank you! Please, sit down and share it with me. You must be exhausted after hunting all morning."

With that said, she eased herself to a more comfortable position to eat. Accepting the first bite of the fresh-kill, she took a hearty mouthful and let the flavor sit on her tongue briefly. When she swallowed, a content sigh escaped her jaws, showing her enjoyment of the meal. Not wanting to come off as rude, she would then motion for Freckleface to take a bite, concerned for the younger cat's health as well. She had likely been out all morning to catch such a nice rabbit and therefore deserved a good meal in return. Turtlefur couldn't eat all this by herself, of course!

[hr][justify][size=8]This was going smoothly, she believed. He was being agreeable and justified, to which she nodded her head, offering a smile towards her child as she chirped her own excitement. However, that was until Sootstar began to verbally attack an injured cat who merely sought shelter.

The outburst appalled the silver calico, causing her to gasp lightly. How dare he! Stormhaze may not be currently able to hunt, but he certainly wasn't a liability! Judging by his calm, quiet nature, she suspected he would be an excellent hunter once he was healed and, given he was not from any other clan, would cause no conflicts here. Turtlefur couldn't comprehend why Sootstar wasn't leaping at this opportunity to make WindClan stronger, instead of poorer by turning away perfectly capable warriors. She, personally, saw it as an act of weakness. A powerful, good leader wouldn't have done such a thing.

So when he addressed her finally, commenting on his time spent in BloodClan, but nonetheless allowed her to do as she requested, the queen nodded. Frankly, his whole story had roused her with suspicions. What had he been doing in BloodClan? Perhaps he had learned some of their ways there. SkyClan didn't simply spy on their enemies. After all, he would have had their scent on him. What had been his real reason for being there? It was entirely possible he just wanted to learn to kill swiftly and efficiently, which only further fed the theory he killed Otterstar to take his place. However, Turtlefur was in no place currently to make such bold accusations.

[hr][justify][size=8]"There's news from the gathering everybody should hear. It's... it's about Sootstar."

These were the words that roused the mother from her slumber. She tended to rest lightly, keeping one ear always open for danger. It was a skill most queens had, given their protective nature. So when Cardinalsong returned early, late in the night, Turtlefur's head lifted from her nest and she delicately lifted herself from her spot in the nursery, attempting not to wake her kits. Apparently it hadn't worked as well as she'd hoped, given Fawnkit popped up anyways and followed her out.

Careful to stay by the small golden tabby's side, the silver calico's jaws stretched in a yawn as she reached the location in which everyone else had gathered. It seemed many of her Clanmates were here, including Dawnpaw, whom she recognized as a capable and intelligent young she-cat. Offering her a delicate smile, Turtlefur seated herself before Cardinalsong, sky blue eyes trained on the warrior with concern. Her tail curled around Fawnkit, wanting to prevent her from whatever warning of danger would inevitably spill from the other's mouth. Swallowing lightly, she murmured, "You have my undivided attention."

[hr][justify][size=8]nebula: dawnpaw is such a cute name! i'd love a thread for her if you're up for it! c:

zodiac: mama + baby thread? turtie adores bonding time with her kiddos <3

[hr][justify][size=8]tracking out of curiosity! turtie is happy as a warrior <3

[hr][justify][size=8]Frankly, Turtlefur herself had been slow on developing her warrior skills. She had excellent legs for speed and an eagerness to learn, however, her nose was never particularly sharp, which had hindered her hunting abilities. She had spent plenty of nights out in the forest losing sleep to practice and better her abilities. Her agility, as well, had needed improvement. While being fast was a necessary skill for a WindClan cat, so was accuracy, something she had lacked in the beginning. When her mentor had discovered why she was so exhausted all the time, they had gently told her that there was no need to do all that by herself. She recalled spending countless sunrises in the training hollow, working until she had perfected her technique.

Now, she was incredibly content, knowing she could teach to the best of her abilities thanks to her mentor's guidance. But also, she knew she would be able to console her child if Fawnkit was having trouble learning as well. Genetics were at play here, of course, so Turtlefur would happily inform the small ginger kit that she would indeed be better eventually. All cats could be taught, even if not all of it came as naturally as some others.

So on that particular morning when she returned from hunting, the silver calico dropped a larger rabbit on the fresh-kill pile on her way to the nursery. However, she altered her course before getting there, having spotted her own Fawnkit skipping off towards the medicine cat den with a flower in her jaws. A bright smile spreading over her maw, the queen made her way towards her, acknowledging her deputy as she neared. "Hello, Maplefur. I hope you're faring well this afternoon," purred the molly kindly before facing Fawnkit. "Darling, that's a beautiful flower! Who is that for?" Her tone was full of nothing but love, genuinely curious as to whether or not her kit was mooning over a denmate of hers.

[hr][justify][size=8]of course! i'll have it up in a minute <3