Fandom Oakclan{Whispers of the lost}

[wolf_river365]

An early leafbare breeze shifted the leaves of the canopy as the first light of day pushed out the night sky. The undergrowth gave a quake as a couple of slender figures prowled along the border, marking as they went. The long brown fur of the female shivered as some dew fell onto her as she past. Her black male companion chuckled before pausing to scent the air. "It's safe. Let's continue." Shadefang said, Olivebranch knodded before taking the lead down the narrow path along the creek. "I can't wait until I have an apprentice of my own to join us on patrol." Shadefang simply rolled his eyes in response. "You know, I didn't choose to be on patrol with you." Olivebranch hissed. "Then go hunt. You're barely more than apprentice so you will be no help to me." Shadefang snapped. "Do you think that's smart with all the cats that have gone missing?" She asked, Shadefang bristled, "I said you will be no help to me." With a look of disgust, Olivebranch turned and vanished into the undergrowth.



In the camp, a small light red brown she cat sat with her tail wrapped around her paws and her face tilted toward the sky. 'Starclan, help us!'. She silently prayed. The thought of her clan slowly shrinking due to an unknown enemy made her blood rum cold. A warning yowl sounded, calling her attention back to camp. 'A storm will end the shade that threatens the fate of all.' a mixtures of voices flooded her ears. Acornfall pushed through the barrier, holding a small bundle of grey fur. "Come quickly. It needs help." He muttered, setting it into the center of the camp. Fawnpaw hesitated before springing into action. -c-

 

[Minteafresh]

Almondrush • Oakclan Queen
Another rough night has left Almondrush feeling somewhat frazzled; the brown colored she cat chosing to start her day early rather then get lost in spiraling thoughts.

Light is slowly filtering into the camp as she lays there, tail curled around her kits to keep them up, short fur fluffed and nest stuffed with feathers in an effort to provide as much warmth as possible - the threat of leafbare causing a fair bit of concern. She can't help but fret over seemingly meaningless things; but the fear of losing one of her children to the cold seemed entirely valid, even though snow hadn't even begun to fall.

She forces herself to breath and relax, knowing the flare of mild panic is silly. She used to tumble about in the snow all the time when she was a kit - and never got sick. It would be fine. If they were as healthy as she was, then they'd be okay too. And the nest was plenty warm.

She's just shifting to tuck a stray piece of moss into the nest when a loud yowl catches her entirely off guard; the brown colored she cat leaping to her paws immediately.

Without much forethought she steps over the nest; paws stopping at the entrance of the nursery to look out - stiff legged and alert.

"What's going on?" She asks urgently, noting with some relief that there's no sudden invasion of two legs or dogs.

 

[wolf_river365]

"Almondrush, you may want to come here as well." Acornfall said, after spotting her poking her head out. "What happened?" Fawnspots asked, though she already had an idea. "I found it... Umm.. her... I was hunting when I heard something and could smell fox and fear. I was to late for her mother, I just hope I got her back here in time." Acornfall mewed, flicking his tail.

 

[CHUUYAS_HAT]

ꜱᴘᴀʀᴋᴋɪᴛ - ᴀʟᴍᴏɴᴅʀᴜꜱʜ'ꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀ

Sparkkit was lost in the land of dreams-chasing butterflies under the pale moonlight. The land around wasn't familiar, more like just empty fields illuminated by the sky's glowing dots. The monarch kept gliding just out of reach from his tiny paws, and his slightly thick coat would occasionally drag him down whenever he fell. Though, the mane never got dirty. At least, not here. But all such happiness would end when something alerted him jarringly awake.

When he had blinked his own eyes open, he noticed his own mother-Almondrush-away from the nest. Frosty air was let in and chilled him eve underneath his now fluffed out fur, but he toughened up. His littermates (if there will be in the future) were still squeezed up together. Yet curious as Sparkkit always was-earning his joyous name of 'sparking curiosity'. Soon he heard more cats just outside of the nursey-to which he assumed were the familiar felines of Fawnspots and Acornfall. Something about fox, couldn't save mother, and 'it.' He jumped at his chance, scampering right besides his mother.

"Fox? Where? Didja' drive it off territory?"

Sparkkit perked up, joining the conversation despite probably needing to stay within his nest. It's confines would be loosing warmth, and his littermates (if there will be in the future) would be left cold. Yet he wasn't as concerned about their sleeping, snoring, and limp bodies and more intrigued by what had come up.​

 

[Minteafresh]

Almondrush • Oakclan Queen
Almondrush is already coming over in long strides when she sees a small bundle set down. Coming closer, it's easy to determine that the furry thing is not a large mouse, but rather a kit.

Concern flares like a forest fire in her chest at Acornfall's words; looking from him to the kit - and then to her own kit who came on over. She doesn't scold him, his words being one she's thinking herself. She would certainly hope that the fox was gone, though it coming back was a whole issue all together.

Almondrush crouches down, delicately nosing the strange gray kit; muzzle near the neck to feel out a pulse. "Alive." She says, feeling a rush of relief at the fact. "Though perhaps she should see a medicine cat to be sure. Starclan knows how she lived before this."

 

[CHUUYAS_HAT]

ꜰʟɪᴄᴋᴇʀᴡɪɴɢ - ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ ᴄᴀᴛ

The sleek pelted tom, formerly handling herbs within his paws that were obviously depleting, heard the rush of commotion circling outside and nearby. Now this was one reason he disliked the idea of medicine dens being near the nursery, but then again, medicine cats would need to rush back and forth for herbs incase of problems with kits or birthing. Flickerwing had by far enough to do with kits, as much as they would soon grow up to be warriors or more one day.

Fawnspots was out there who knows where, so Flickerwing let out a defused sigh and trotted out of the 'den.' The smell of herbs clung to his thin fur despite the heavy brushes of cold air. It felt fresh just on his muzzle-just like the purity of water. And just like he guessed, there was a warrior standing before the nursery and the queen herself. Acornfall, Almondrush, and his apprentice.

"What in starclan's name is making such ruckus within the camp, and why?"

He twitched his whiskers, annoyed, but had already scented an unknown scent. Rogue? Kittypet? Loner? Whatever it was, it was young. And that proved why the other tom held a bundle of grey fur that was close to mewling it's heart out. A kit. Whether young or not, Flickerwing felt a bit against the idea of the warrior; Acornfall bringing it inside. Yet as the medicine cat code says, Flickerwing would probably have to tend to it.​

 

[wolf_river365]

"It looked like the fox ran off, out of the territory, but the others went to make sure." Acornfall mewed, hoping to calm the queen. Fawnpaw was quietly checking the kit. "Flickerwing would be better at knowing what she needs... But I know she will need a mother..." Fawnpaw muttered. As Flickerwing approached, Fawnpaw stepped away from the kit. "Flickerwing... I don't know what to do with the kit. Acornfall informed us that it's mother's was killed by a fox...." She trailed off, shuffling her paws uncomfortablely.

 

[CHUUYAS_HAT]

ꜰʟɪᴄᴋᴇʀᴡɪɴɢ - ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ ᴄᴀᴛ

Flickerwing eyed the grey furball, then back at his apprentice that seemed to be anxious for the situation. He let out a begrudging sigh, biting into the thin scruff of the measly kit so he'd be able to turn it around a couple times.

"After what Acornfall and Fawnpaw have to say, I assume none of you ran this by Snakestar nor Shalewhisper. As much as I know this kit needs help, what'll Oakclan do with a kit. It's even motherless, so it'd have no where to go to unless another she-cat is willing; so long her milk is enough to feed it. And I suppose Acornfall rushed to the nursery first thing with bees in his brain thinking Almondrush would be allowed to take this little lump in without permission."

His beady, amber-yellow eyes flickered over to the warrior Fawnpaw mentioned saving the kit.

"Plus, for something to address the little feline, we might as well give it a name and discover it's gender before any more cats count it still as an it." ​

 

[TheBlazeWings]

The young fluffy pelted tom, Goldeneye, wandered around in bushes, searching for some food. He picked up a few berries in his mouth, and happily bounced back out of the bush and to the other clan members.

"Look what I found! Look what I found!" Goldeneye said in a jolly tone, putting the berries down on the floor. Smiling and waving his tail, as he waited to see if the other cats were impressed. "Maybe it tastes better than the other ones we found the other day?"

"Huh" His expression changed into a curious one, noticing the other cats looking at a grey furball. He wondered what was going on. Goldeneye sat down, watching the other cats, and observed them. He felt a bit shy, and didn’t want to take any action. Instead he waited to see what the other cats would.​

 

[Minteafresh]

Almondrush • Oakclan Queen
Acornfall's words do give Almondrush some semblance of calm, and she gives the tom a brief nod to show she's heard - gaze flickering back to the kit.

"Well, I'm sure neither the leader nor deputy would turn away a kit. There was no other choice - Acornfall couldn't have left them alone. They'd die." She says in a tone that's meant to be even, yet comes out with a bit of a bite instead. It was perhaps her motherly instincts that made the idea of not helping a defenseless kit to be so impossible.

"I'll take her in." She declares, taking it upon herself to do so. She was, after all, suited for the job with her own kits and all. Besides, the little one looked roughly her owns age, so there wouldn't be any worry. Well, except the obvious one that comes with making a decision without consulting the cats in higher power. Not that she'd take it back. "If Snakestar or Shalewhisper has a problem with that, they can speak to me directly."

Any further words are momentarily broken by Goldeneye hovering at the edge of the group, his words causing the queen to blink. A berry? For whatever reason, it reminded her of the way she'd occasionally be shown the unique leaf or strange rock by her children; so the sight softens her words considerably as she replies to the young tom.

"That's lovely dear. Though please don't eat it unless you know without a doubt it's edible." Her words aren't meant to be condescending, just motherly.

Almondrush pauses for a few heartbeats before adding calmly on, her gaze now sweeping over the cats of the gathering group. "Her name is Stormkit." She decides. "For her gray fur. I'll raise and take care of her from now on."

 

[CHUUYAS_HAT]

ꜰʟɪᴄᴋᴇʀᴡɪɴɢ - ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ ᴄᴀᴛ

Flickerwing knew better than to argue with the queen, but he knew the higher status' opinion always was taken in. Even so, he let out a small sigh and nudge the kit towards the brownish she-cat that was announcing such title for a name. A storm...more like the storm continuing to brew for this clan. Disappearances within the camp was enough, and he admitted in some ways despite the more mouths to feed, the addition was helpful in some ways. If he learned to look at it that way.

"Very well then...though I would need to keep track of the amount of milk you're able to spill for the rest of your litter. Borage might not be able to feed all of them, so me and Fawnpaw will be having to check you more regularly than what already is being done. I'll run this by Snakestar themselves though, if anyone could ponder whether she was in her den or not."

And at the mention of berries from Almondrush's call, Flickerwing turned and glanced at where the sweet 'treat' laid on the earthen floor of the clearing. It shown no glimpse of blood red to symbolize death berries, but he gave a quick sniff. His ears perked up and he quickly swept them up with his tail, gaze fixated on Goldeneyes.

"Juniper...odd, herbs don't lay around camp borders. Where did you find this?"​

 

[TheBlazeWings]

Goldeneye - Young Warrior

Goldeneye made a small frown at Almondrush when she suggested him not to eat it. The berries smelled good, and looked tasty, but maybe that was just him? "Aww, so how am I supposed to know if they're edible?" He asked in a somewhat sad tone. All he expected was for the other cats to be impressed, but maybe the berries wasn’t edible after all.

Goldeneye twisted his tail as Flickerwing surprisingly called the berries, juniper was it? "Huh? What?" His mismatched colored eyes glanced over at the Flickerwing. "So this is herbs? Is it dangerous?" He purrs back as his curiosity piqued once again.
​

 

[CHUUYAS_HAT]

ꜰʟɪᴄᴋᴇʀᴡɪɴɢ - ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ ᴄᴀᴛ

"You'd be a mousebrain to really think juniper berries would be poisonous to a cat when I've fed it to nearly everyone here before. It suppresses bellyache and helps out cats that aren't fond of strength. There is much more purposes, but I wouldn't want to clog a warrior's brain with medicine cat herbs. I can only imagine Snakestar scolding me for doing that to her warriors. Needless to say, these will be useful especially from the upcoming and already achieved cold."

The medicine cat rolled the berries around a bit before he curled them within the crevice of his tail. His job was done with Stormkit-as it hadn't shown any signs of sickness nor injuries. Fawnpaw was still sitting around, so he tapped her shoulder with his nose as if ordering her to follow him back inside the den to help around-not an invite, nor and option.

Flickerwing gave Almondrush and the kit one last glance before padding away from the fully formed group. A shiver ran down him at the thought of the kit becoming a burden-and even worse-part of one of the latest prophecies he'd received while dreaming with their ancestors of Oakclan. Thankfully Stormkit was only young-the black tom need not worry for such young feline.​

 

[Jigsaw]

Coppersnout - Oakclan Warrior​

Coppersnout sat under an outcropping, orange leaves that blended in with his fur dancing around his paws. he watched the interaction about the new kit with equal parts fascination and worry. He fretted over taking in a new kitten at the start of leaf-bare. Sure, it was a little thing, but what if poor Almondrush was stretched so thin that it affected all her kits? They could not afford to lose potential warriors. Plus, a kit from the outside... A spark of worry crawled up his spine. Who knows where the thing came from?

The lanky warrior pushed to his paws and trotted next to Flickerwing. His head was kept low despite his impressive height, spine nearly a crescent moon as he hunched in on himself.

"Is it ok to take in a kit this close to leaf-bare?" Coppersnout asked Flickerwing with averted eyes. His tail tip flicked nervously- he always had a hard time with speaking to authority. They tended to scare him, despite how much he craved validation from cats above him like a particularly needy apprentice.​

 

[wolf_river365]

Fawnpaw, noticing her mentor motion for her to follow, pulled her ears back, took one last look at Stormkit, and scampered to Flickerwing. "What do you think Snakestar will say about Stormkit?" She asked.

Olivebranch was walking back toward camp, still empty pawed, when the scent of squirrel crossed her nose. Instinctively, she followed the trail almost silently. As the scent got stronger, she found a nearby tree with a low hanging branch and scaled it to wait. Her fur quivered with anticipation as the squirrel, circling back to his home, back toward her hiding spot. -c-

 

[Minteafresh]

Almondrush • Oakclan Queen
"The kits have already started to wean off of milk, and can eat prey as long as it's not too tough. She looks about the same size, so she'll be the same I'm sure."

Well, not that she was sure admittedly. But it couldn't hurt to try. Almondrush picks the kitten up by her scruff and carries her into the nursery; setting her down in the nest. The queen sets to work grooming her, fur licked backwards to warm her up before setting it the right way.

Well then. Another addition to her children. For some reason it doesn't bother her all that much. She's sure that the little kit will have a good life here, much better then one of a loners constant survival anyway.

 

[CHUUYAS_HAT]

ꜰʟɪᴄᴋᴇʀᴡɪɴɢ - ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ ᴄᴀᴛ

Flickerwing didn't bother to look Coppersnout in the eye, and just gave a little pause within his walking speed.

"I wouldn't say I'm too happy about it, but Almondrush isn't letting any cat take Stormkit away from her so I'll leave the situation as is. Stormkit will just have to prove herself worthy to the clan in the future, so long she gets insulted or not. And for Snakestar...I haven't seen her this lot of a morning. She must be still within her den or out and about in this weather. Her reaction will be anything but pleasant, and I don't want to see it. If she comes wailing to any other, make sure to keep me out of it."

Flickerwing grumbled under his breath, answering to both Coppersnout and Fawnpaw now.​

 

[Jigsaw]

Coppersnout - Oakclan Warrior​

Flickerwing's answer skyrocketed Coppersnout's anxiety further. If the medicine cat isn't happy about it, and the leader won't be happy... Surely this must be a bad decision. The tom lifted his head and looked back at the nursery, watching the brown molly duck inside. Briefly, the thought of attempting to get rid of the kit crossed his mind. He quickly shook his head, lip curling in disgust at his own intrusive thoughts. Still, it resided in the back of his head like a persistent burr.

"Uh, I see," Coppersnout murmured to Flickerwing. "I'll leave you to it." He stopped, allowing Flickerwing and Fawnpaw to walk past him. He watched them go, his short orange fur still spiked with nervous energy. Finally, Coppersnout turned away, walking over and daintly picking up a mouse. He moved near the entrance of camp to settle down and loaf. Slowly, the tom took bites despite the nauseous feeling in his gut.​

 

[CHUUYAS_HAT]

ꜱʜᴀʟᴇᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀ - ᴅᴇᴘᴜᴛʏ

The occasional sound of rustling beyond the canopy of the variety of trees led the sleek grey and white she cat slithering past the barks with such ease. The latest hunting patrol she had set out was due to have all the warriors finished hunting by now, but Shalewhisper wanted one last catch before heading back on the camp grounds. And there her target was-a thrush just idly pecking on the forest barren floor. Slowly but surely she flattened her ears at a certain angle and lifted her tail so not to stir the wake of leaves. A few paw steps forward would do the skinny bird the trick. Her breath thinned out as she concentrated.

And then Shalewhisper sprung.

In a heartbeat did the soft creature call out in alarm, about to flutter up, but was pressed back down by her might paws. Her teeth sank into the warm flesh, but even the prey looked small due to the weather coming around. She felt alright for this, and it'd still feed some cat within the clan-hopefully the stubborn warriors weren't mingling around for something nor eating all the prey without hunting. She had enough with the youngsters these days.

Shalewhisper grabbed the prey with her jaw, making her way back to where most the other clan cats were-the 'safest' place they've known. Her scampers created a light padding noise throughout the undergrowth, and her arrival was met with a gingerish-orange cat eating a mouse near the entrance. Shalewhisper glanced at the prey, then shrugged internally and dropped the prey into the pile. Though, she had averted her ears' position to accommodate soft murmurs that seemed slightly afraid through the clan. Has something happened? Other than the...disappearances, that is.​