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2024-01-28 14:13:42
I'm not accepting any new character sheets until April. Thank you for waiting

Welcome to the Broken Pines! I was a little bored, so I whipped this up.

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-No arguing or fighting, hate the character not the other person.
-If there is an actual problem, please contact me or the mods.
-Mates and stuff are allowed, but you need to work it out with me if you want to have kits. Also, fade to black for 18+ stuff, or just avoid it entirely.
-If you are a kit, you can't go out of camp on your own, or go hunt prey, or fight a badger, or any of that. You are a child.
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Edited on 15/03/24 @ 20:19:23 by The best snek (#274274)

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2024-01-30 20:02:51
Nettlesnap

The tom blinked slowly and just stayed near the tree, watching the violence. This was definitely.. eventful. A spike of envy made his throat twist as he observed the blows exchanged. why couldn't he fight? Nettlesnap swallowed a lump in his throat and forced his gaze away to watch the beavers again, ignoring the hisses and words of the clan cats.



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2024-01-30 20:55:47
Owlstar

With the second prize safely tucked away, Owlstar left the grotto for the third time that day, heading for the river. It was probably past time to check on his clanmates, especially given the state Nettlesnap had been left in. His brown tabby coat gleamed in the sunshine as he darted through the forest, weaving in between the trees at a reasonably quick pace, breathing in the scents of the territory around him, a land he was quickly beginning to know as his home. When he neared the riverbank, he could hear the screeches of fighting cats. Definitely past time to check up on them.
Pushing past the tree cover, he ran straight into an injured Nettlesnap, seemingly stewing under one of the trees, watching the warriors and the beavers fight. "Nettlesnap, what's going on? Owlstar's fur fluffed out in surprise, claws instinctively unsheathing as the scent of blood reached his nose. The tip of his tail was twitching, clearly showing his annoyance. It was almost Sunhigh, and the beaver still hadn't been brought down.



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Lupa (#50745)


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2024-01-30 21:03:15
[ Definitely pushed ahead a bit since I fell asleep. ]

Morningecho:

Without a word, a furious yowl announced the arrival of another cat on the scene of a hunt, the shadow launching past Nettlesnap with powerful hind legs as the newest warrior on the scene slammed into the side of an overgrown rodent, the momentum throwing one of the other beavers onto it's side, it's short legs flailing helplessly into the air. With a venomous hiss aimed towards the upturned beaver, Morningecho lunged onto the back of the one that her clanmates had been fighting for some time, the horrific yowls, hisses, and spits had alerted the she-cat, pulling her away from her own hunt in concern that something had gone wrong. Unlike her clanmates, who ventured too closely to the dam, Morningecho had traveled further down the stream and was in the process of hunting a younger juvenile, but it was the lucky day for her previous prey. Ignoring the sting of a nasty bite to her flank, Morningecho's teeth bit down into the back of the neck of the injured beaver, growling as she glared down into the eyes of Palewind, who had the beaver by the throat, the unspoken words clear in those burning lavender eyes. Hurry up and kill the damn thing! The competition was gone from the mind of the molly, her desire to win overshadowed by the need to protect her clanmates. Unsheathed claws were buried deep into the brown, wiry coat of the beaver, preventing it from dislodging her as she bit deeper, the copper taste of blood gushing into her maw.

With a growl, Morningecho tugged her head back, ripping away flesh, sinew, and muscle before she jumped down from the back of the heavily bleeding prey, lunging at another beaver who had gotten too close, her teeth gnashing at it's fur as she pushed it back, lunging for it's flank to bite down, her claws digging deep under to it's softened belly. Shoving and pushing, the feline growled out with strained determination, tucking her body away from the desperate attempts to bite her. Thankfully, their ability to reach around their own body wasn't that good due to their chunky size, but that size also made it very difficult to push them over without momentum, or assistance. Once her claws found their mark deep in the belly of the beaver, Morningecho broke away, turning her gaze back to the beaver that her clan had chosen to hunt, her paws coated in blood as her breaths came out heavy, and short. Frowning, the she-cat didn't hesitate as she lunged, wrapping her jaws around the beaver's front right paw, biting down on the smaller bones to try and cripple the creature, giving Palewind the chance to finally finish the job, because they had to get out of here. Now.




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Edited on 30/01/24 @ 21:04:20 by Lupa (#50745)

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2024-01-30 21:09:25
Palewind

She finally got a good enough grip on the beavers throat now that it wasn’t trying to swat her and Rustbelly off with its front paw. She let out a soft whine as she got her finishing blow and the beaver began to stop struggling. She thanked Starclan that Morningecho had shown when she did because that beaver had been trying really hard to get her off but had failed and met it’s end with the help of her clanmates which she was very grateful for. She knew now that had her and Nettlesnap taken on this thing alone they might have met their own end.



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Lupa (#50745)


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2024-01-30 21:34:23

Morningecho:

With a dying screech, the beaver dropped to the ground as the red of it's blood pooled beneath, draining from the deepest of the bites scattered across it's rounded body. Lips curled, splattered with red as the she-cat released the paw that had been crushed between her jaws, Morningecho's infuriated, glaring gaze trailed over each cat, her pelt rippling before the accusation in her eyes finally landed upon their mark. Upon a quick survey of the surroundings when Morningecho had reached the situation, she couldn't help but to take note of the younger warrior who had abandoned the hunt to sit in the trees, nursing his wounds and his pride. As cats had begun to leave the camp, Nettlesnap had left alongside Palewind to compete, and then when it got too difficult for him, he had turned his back on the smaller she-cat and potentially had left her to die, if it wasn't for the arrival of a patrol's worth of his clan. If there was one thing Morningecho could do, it was pay attention to her surroundings, and she knew that these two had teamed up, their scents intermingling in the air. Just like she knew someone had initially been following her, before breaking off to join this effort. 

An innate part of Morningecho raged within her, her morals burning the very blood coursing through her veins with the desire to give the tom a piece of her mind about his cowardice, however, she held her tongue, her eyes glancing to Owlstar before she offered the poor excuse of a warrior her back. Clearly, there was no honor amongst rogues, and Nettlesnap wasn't worth the breath in her lungs. Turning her attention to the younger she-cat, Morningecho's eyes dragged over her bloodied, creamy pelt, trying to deduce what was her's, and what belonged to the beaver. "Are you alright, little breeze?" The larger molly meowed, drawing closer to the victor of this cursed challenge. Licking her ear, reassured that Palewind would survive, she cast her glare towards the retreating beavers, who slunk back into the waters they called their homes. Her breaths were shaky, her legs unsteady and blood was oozing from various wounds that dug deep into her pelt, both inflicted from her previous solo hunt and then her arrival at this one. The adrenaline that had kept Morningecho on her paws swiftly escaped her, and exhaustion dragged the she-cat down, lowering her body against the earth as it all caught up with her. 

With a full night of rest, Morningecho would've had the reserves to outlast both situations easily, and perhaps would've come out with less bites from smaller mistakes, however it was a luxury that wasn't afforded to the she-cat, and the world wouldn't wait for her to get more shut-eye before it came to clamp it's jaws around the essence of her life, and rip it out. 




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2024-01-30 21:41:59
Palewind

She stared at Morningecho with a little bit of awe and wonder and a little bit of nervousness all mixed into one.” Oh yes I’m fine Morningecho. It only scratched me a few times noting too serious I don’t think.” She stated as she offered the she cat a smile. She liked Morningecho rather well but always worried that she might not like her as a friend of course. “ I-If I’m honest Morningecho I thought for sure y-you’d be the one to win. And I’m glad you came to help. Without you I’d surely be seriously hurt or worse. Same goes for you Hemlockshade and Rustbelly and of course Nettlesnap.”She stated with a stutter of nervousness making sure everyone got their due credit even if Nettlesnap didn’t get to participate in the last bits of the fight he still played a role in helping her and the rest of them.She wasn’t going to admit that she thought she couldn’t do it but she thought for sure Morningecho would be the soul winner of the competition. Though she’d never say it out loud she really looked up to Morningecho, she was a wonderful warrior after all.



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Edited on 30/01/24 @ 21:42:35 by Ash167 Queen of Raccoons (#137584)

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2024-01-30 21:57:32
Owlstar

The sight of Morningecho leaping through the thick foliage surprised Owlstar into action, and he quickly followed, landing a heavy swipe on the beaver with long claws, helping to subdue it as Palewind and Hemlockshade finally finished it off. He was breathing fast, more from adrenaline than anything else, his fur spattered with beaver blood. "Why didn't any of you ask for backup when I was here last?" Owlstar thought of his question as something simple, out of genuine curiosity, but his tail was still twitching, and his eyes were narrowed, fur still spiked from the fight. He turned to Palewind. The young she-cat had done well bringing the beaver down, and definitely deserved the prize.

He wasn't very surprised by the flash of rage in Mornignecho's eyes, considering he felt the same way towards kittypets, but he nevertheless found himself feeling a bit disappointed. He knew it had been a good idea, but somehow, it had managed to go south quickly. Morningecho seemed exhausted, which likely contributed to her foul temper, and Owlstar moved to to try and help. He had never been good at this sort of thing, his talents geared more towards a life spent mostly alone, occasionally winning over a rival clan's patrol enough to let him grab a small bite to eat. "Congratulations Palewind. You did an excellent job with that final killing bite! After the Sunhigh sharing of tounges, I'll award the prize!" He purred, eyes flicking over to Nettlesnap. "Let's get you all back to Gentlebreeze, I can carry the carcass, seeing as I wasn't injured. Nettlesnap, Hemlockshade, Morningecho, you all did very well, some of you a bit better than others."

He gripped the beaver in his jaws, almost dropping it as the thick oils on its pelt hit his tongue. He loved the meat, but the thick oily brown fur was nowhere near good, almost comparable to the taste of crowfood. Once they had returned to the camp, a feast was certainly in order. Trying to force his mind off the topic of food, he beckoned Hemlockshade over with a flick of his ear. Owlstar had been busy the last few moons, and it hadn't left him much time to chat with his friend. He had to talk around the beaver, but it was always nice to catch up with Hemlockshade. "So, what happened while I was gone"



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2024-01-30 22:08:06
Once again, Hemlockshade found himself thanking Starclan as the beaver was killed, moving quick to get off, sitting on his haunches with a sigh. His nose stung slightly from a scratch he must've gotten in the moment, though it wasn't too deep, so he knew he'd be fine.

"Good job." He throws the comment Palewinds way. He hasn't spent too much time with any of his clanmates, but he recognizes that the other doesn't quite have that self assuredness like most warriors did. He didn't know how old she was, but assumed she was a newer warrior. Regardless, she had done well. They all had. Well, most of them anyway, though he wouldn't name any names just yet.

He's rising back up as Morningecho falls, glancing at the other. Surveying her, it's easy to tell she's looking pretty best up, having trouble standing and looking completely wiped out.

He's about to comment on it before Owlstar speaks, and he catches the sight of the tail flick. He draws away from the others; allowing an irritable expression to land on his face.

"The result of a terrible competition. I tracked the beaver to the river and came across Nettlesnap recklessly attacking the beaver without a plan. It landed a bite, and he limped off. But rather then stay and accept that, he tried to jump back in, and got hit by the beaver. Of course that was somehow my fault when I told him to stay put, Starclan knows what rouges think these days." He shakes his head with a sigh.

"Rustbelly tried to do... something. Then suggested we risk all our lives by heading to the gorge. Which, we didn't do, because some of us aren't mousebrains. I jumped on it's back, Morningecho came in like a cat on a quest from Starclan, and Palewind did the rest." He gives a slow shrug, pretty sure he's got everything down. "And now we have a dead beaver. And only at the price of my fur turning gray."



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2024-01-30 22:12:22
Palewind

The young she cat looked rather surprised at Owlstar. She? She had really earned that prize? Shouldn’t someone more higher up like Morningecho deserved at least the thought of winning? She glanced nervously at her clanmates.” T-thank you Owlstar. Thank you Hemlockshade.”She stated as she watched the leader leave with Hemlockshade. She turned her attention fully back to Morningecho now. She couldn’t help but be a least a little worried about the warrior.



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2024-01-30 22:20:59

Morningecho:

Her flanks heaved with the effort of breathing, the air eluding her in her quest to ensnare it down into her lungs. Ignorant to the awestruck gaze of her clanmate, Morningecho's ears instead twitched as the she-cat spoke. 'Oh yes, I’m fine Morningecho. It only scratched me a few times noting too serious I don’t think.' Palewind informed her, a warmth in her voice that finally made the she-cat look up at the creamy-furred cat, peering into her green eyes. A smile brightened Palewind's face beautifully, making the feline almost glow with a stunning shine, which couldn't be extinguished even with the stuttering voice that accompanied it. 'I-If I’m honest Morningecho I thought for sure y-you’d be the one to win. And I’m glad you came to help. Without you, I’d surely be seriously hurt or worse. Same goes for you Hemlockshade and Rustbelly and of course Nettlesnap.' Finally, a soft smile pulled at the lips of Morningecho, endearment blossoming in her chest as she listened to the explanation from Palewind.

It was perhaps true, that if Morningecho had managed to fulfill her original plan, then she could've been the feline to be showered with the praise of victor, however, the truest prize to the molly, was that each of PineClan's warriors would be returning home today. Shakily rising to her paws, she flicked her tail-tip against the hip of the creamy she-cat, a small sign of gratitude offered to the smaller, younger she-cat who had given her all for every moment of this endeavor, before she turned her attention to the approaching paws of Owlstar.

'Congratulations Palewind. You did an excellent job with that final killing bite! After the Sunhigh sharing of tounges, I'll award the prize!' Owlstar announced with a purring lilt to his voice, and Morningecho nudged her head against Palewind's cheek in praise, before flicking her tail as she broke away from the crowd, their leader noting his intention to take the carcass back to camp, instructing them to return. Padding through the pine trees, Morningecho ignored the dribbling blood that continued to ooze from the worst wound, the first bite she had received on her flank from the juvenile she had been hunting. She had been reckless at first, uncertain about taking on the beaver by herself, and it caused her to make mistakes that only StarClan would have bore witness to. It cost her a chunk of flesh here and there, most of the wounds had stopped bleeding, but one was stubborn in it's pursuit to drain her dry.

Pinning her ears, Morningecho felt relief to see the familiar comfort of home, as she trotted with a slower gait through the entrance. She knew that Palewind had been worried about her, her gaze following her when she had left the bloodied bank of the river, but that raw vulnerability that surrounded a near-death experience was something that Morningecho struggled to show. It had shaken the she-cat, just how close nearly each and every cat there had almost lost their lives to the enraged attacks of the beavers, how they had almost been overrun by the time Morningecho had arrived. 

They had only just finally found a place, and they almost lost it just as swiftly from the easiest of errors to be made. It was an unsettling thought, and one that Morningecho pushed away as she made her way into the Healer's den to nurse the wounds to her body, and to her mind.




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Edited on 30/01/24 @ 22:22:15 by Lupa (#50745)

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2024-01-30 22:28:22
Palewind

The she cat smiled at the flick of Morningechos tail against her hip. She watched the she cat begin making her way to the healers den. Her mind wandered about Morningecho for a moment before drifting back to Nettlesnap. Where was he? He was supposed to be getting attention from the healer as well.” Nettlesnap time to go to the healers.” She called out for the Tom awaiting to see his arrival to the healers den to ensure he got the attention he needed instead of him just probably trying to pass it off as the oh I’ll be fine speech. Nope nope nope she wasn’t going to be having any of that and mentally she was preparing herself for it at least from him and would be rather surprised if he didn’t put up some sort of fuss about something.



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2024-01-30 22:34:47
Owlstar

"Surely it couldn't have been that bad. At least Rustbelly tried to help." Owlstar poked Hemlockshade with a paw, a small grin showing on his muzzle at his friend's irritation. "What do you mean by a terrible competition, Hemlock?" He looked serious for a moment, but continued padding along with the others, clearly taking the words as a playful jab of sorts. "It's not like you'd notice your fur going grey anyway, you old alley-cat!" His gaze flickered to Palewind, who seemed concerned. Following her glance, Owlstar found himself looking back at Morningecho, who was clearly badly injured. If only she had taken his suggestion and gotten some more rest, she might have been able to avoid some of the deeper bites.
They arrived back at camp quickly enough, and Owlstar watched the patrol disband, Morningecho heading towards the healer's den. Hopefully Nettlesnap would soon follow, and get that paw seen to. Dropping the beaver atop the prey-pile, Owlstar carefully took stock of his own injuries. He had arrived at the tail end of the fight, and only received a couple light scratches that probably wouldn't need much to heal.

//I need to type faster lol, I'm on mobile and my fingers are tired trying to keep up (in all honesty, I'm really surprised this has gotten as much attention as it has, its pretty exciting that it's doing this well)



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Morningecho:

Settling down into the Healer's den, opting for the nest that was nearest to the exit, Morningecho's rasping tongue swiped over the wounds she could reach, her saliva cleaning away the drying blood that had coagulated on her smaller injuries. In the moment of peace and silence, her mind trailed to the events that had just taken place, the uncertainty and the desperation of her clanmates twisting a part of her stomach in a way she had become familiar with.

She didn't know what would've happened if she had stuck to her quarry, had bitten down on it's lifeblood, and claimed victory of the event, and if her arrival truly had changed the tides at all, or if they would've been fine without her throwing herself into the head of the battle. Despite her injuries, one thing struck with certainty within her; that if she had taken the advice of her leader, and remained in the den to fight the nightmares that would greet her in sleep, she would have been completely useless if it had turned for the worst. She wouldn't have known, wouldn't have heard the screeches as she had done, felt the fear gripped her heart as her mind darted to the worst possibilities. 

In the game of fate and risks, Morningecho wasn't the cat to shy in the face of adversity, rather she would go down with claws buried and teeth clenched around her attacker, maiming them as they bit into her life essence and snuffed her light. A cat could've died today, and Morningecho would never gamble with the lives of her clan, especially not to preserve her own. Sleep wasn't afforded to Morningecho, and if she laid around trying to capture even a heartbeat longer each time she hadn't managed to truly rest, the clan would be down a warrior in a time of great need, almost like today if she had chosen herself over her clan. In this cruel life, you worked with what you could, took every moment by the claws, and took nothing for granted. It was a game of survival, and Morningecho knew that game better than most.




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2024-01-30 23:01:37
Gentlebreeze

She sorted her herbs, completely oblivious to the chaos outside. Her tail swayed as she hummed happily. She bent down to grab juniper berries, and carefully held them, to not accidentally consume them. She looked around her shelves. Ah yes! She walked over, and placed them into a hole in the den wall, which she'd dug specifically for berries. She purred at her collection. Gentlebreeze padded back to her pile of mixed herbs. She sorted them more, singing nursery rhymes the elders had sung to her when she was a kit.

A pleased purr rumbled within her. Those were the good days. Playing moss-ball with her littermates, listening to the elder's stories. She organized more herbs, and sat to admire it. She was proud, her den wasn't a cluttered mess anymore!

She looked over the herbs, and went over their uses and names in her head. Her ears perked as she heard pawsteps. She looked up to see Morningecho, wounds all over. Gentlebreeze gasped, shock in her usually calm blue eyes. "What in Starclan's name happened!?" she immediately got off her haunches, and examined the wounds. There were some deep ones, but nothing she couldn't heal.



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Morningecho:

A resounding gasp drew Morningecho from her brooding thoughts, her hardened eyes softening as they landed upon the lithe, graceful figure of Gentlebreeze, whose blue eyes were glistening with shock. 'What in StarClan's name happened?' The question was answered promptly with a sigh, her tail curling around tightly as she shifted, getting into a more comfortable position to lay in. "Beavers, it would seem, are harder prey than initially anticipated by some." Morningecho meowed, the frustration bleeding into those light, iris-hued eyes. Owlstar had presented a difficult challenge for his clan, one that required caution, patience, and calculation, yet it seemed that the hunt was taken with a rash, perhaps because they had strayed closer than originally believed, and had been ambushed by a situation they weren't prepared for, or maybe it was blatant ignorance that had driven the situation, Morningecho hadn't been there to know for certain. "Though, my prey had gotten a lucky bite on me when I was distracted." Humble enough to admit her fault, Morningecho recalled the moment she had frozen, the yowls reaching her ears and causing her to pause the pursuit of her prey, which earned her a bite. Her mind had ceased it's processing, the tiredness feeding into baser instincts rather than logic and reasoning.

Shifting once more, Morningecho revealed the bite on her flank, stretching her body out as she laid down flat to present the injury properly to the Healer. "It's been bleeding steadily, it was a lesser trickle but it had gotten worse during the attack." Morningecho explained, noting that the bite likely had gotten ripped deeper during her physical exertion once she had arrived at the fight, though she wasn't sure during which of the three beavers she had attacked there it got worse, or if it tore while she was sprinting through the forest, leaping through foliage and ducking around fallen branches. "Should I be expecting StarClan's embrace anytime soon?" In the privacy of the den, a spark of humor pulled at the she-cat's lips as she made the joke, the dark nature of the words unphased by Morningecho. She didn't believe that she was dying, she still felt each of her paws, and while the scarlet stained the white of her fur, she had seen cats survive worst. Or take longer to die from worst, for that matter.

Morningecho was exhausted, but her mind refused to risk even a moment of rest. The haunting terror that awaited her behind her eyes was scarier than the reality she found herself in. The present was friendlier than the past, and the memories that threatened to overwhelm her kept her frazzled mind alert.




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