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Post by nine on Dec 23, 2017 18:55:09 GMT
Snakejaw arose in the morning, feeling the warm rays of sun as they hit his fur, peeking through the thick trees. He stepped out into the incampment and stretched, watching idly as the cats shook off the sleep and began to attend to their duties.
Snakejaw let out a little sigh, tempted to slink back into the den for a few more moments of nap time. The dawn patrol was long gone, he'd planned on joining but it was apparent that wouldn't' come into fruitation. He'd go hunting later but for now he would go towards the elder's den intent on seeking out an elder for a nice storytelling. He totally wasn't dodging his reponsibilites, not at all. Snakejaw padded towards the elder den and peeked inside to see if anyone was awake and willing to entertain the tom for a little while.
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Post by aspenheart on Dec 23, 2017 21:37:57 GMT
Crowfang was slowly grooming her thinning pelt, eyes tired but happy. She had a low purr in her throat, glancing up when she noticed Snakejaw. "Ah, a warrior come to visit! Have any hunting patrols come back yet?" she purred, stretching slowly to gaze up at him. The elder's den was quite warm, much warmer than the cool chill in the air outside. Her fur was still fluffed up, but she seemed to be warm enough. Her tail curled around her paws as she looked him over. Wouldn't... wouldn't her kits have been his age...? Well, they'd be warriors, at least. She brushed the thought from her mind. "Well, whether they have or not, you didn't come here to clean my moss. A story, right?" Her jaws parted in a slight grin, purring jaggedly. She was more than happy to comply with such a request. After all, what else were elders good for? nine |
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Post by nine on Dec 23, 2017 22:00:24 GMT
Snakejaw stepped further into the den once he was sure he was being invited. The warmth of the den relaxed him. He made himself comfortable in front of the elder, Crowfang. Sitting down with his large fluffy tail curved over his paws. "I'm not too sure any of the hunting patrols have returned. Should be just a matter of time before they get back."
His ears perked up the mention of a story, a small smile curling to his lips. "A story would be preferred." He's heard the muffled whispers about Crowfang's tales. He was intrigued as to what the elder would grace his ears with. Some story from her past of battles and deceit, maybe he'd learn a bit more history on Thrushclan and it's rivals. Despite his extended time here, the tom didn't know much of anything. The history was lost on him."I'm all ears." He mewed, stepping closer towards the she-cat as to not miss a word.
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Post by aspenheart on Dec 23, 2017 23:43:41 GMT
Crowfang nodded. "Gimme a moment to think." Her eyes slid closed, and it was several moments before she spoke again. "Ah! I know... didja ever hear the tale of Dappletail?" She waited for his response. Of course, she had an idea of what the answer was. Not many had. If she were honest, it wasn't anything that had actually happened -- it was a tale that had been made up. She understood as much. After all, the characters just weren't possible, not to her knowledge. Crowfang flicked an ear, eager to tell him the story. It was one that had always made her excited as a kit, if she were honest. ninePsh, Dappletail is a character I did in a Forest territory roleplay xD |
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Post by nine on Dec 25, 2017 0:54:45 GMT
Snakejaw’s tail swished upon the mention of the name. Dappletail. Dappletail? He’d never heard of a Dappletail ever in his many moons of being alive so of course the tomcat was curious. “No, I can’t say I’ve heard of a Dappletail.” Maybe this was an exclusive story, one Crowfang only told to a select few to keep the mystery going. Maybe Dappletail was a lesser known hero, important but overshadowed by the other figures in clan history. Or maybe this was just some makeup story Crowfang got the idea for. Either way Snakejaw was interested. “Tell me about them please.”
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Post by aspenheart on Dec 25, 2017 1:07:08 GMT
She grinned her crooked grin. "Well. Since ya ask so nicely, eh? Aight. First thing's first. Dappletail was born more moons 'go than any cat could count, way back before even our clans were formed. Back before Moortail and Frostfeather even," Crowfang snorted. "No, way long time ago. He's born in a clan called BreezeClan. His ma, she calls 'im Dapplekit, cause of the way his pelt looks. See, Dappletail was a calico tom-cat. Every yeard o' that? Say, they didn't even know he was a tom 'till his third moon!" Her paws pushed at the moss a little, stretching it around and shifting. Her jaws parted slowly in a yawn. "Heh, hardly believe it myself."nine |
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Post by nine on Dec 27, 2017 3:19:19 GMT
Snakejaw had heard of Moortail and Frostfeather. To think that Dappletail came before them was quite a fascinating fact. He hasn’t heard of Breezeclan but he didn’t interrupt her storytelling to get more information. From her description Snakejaw was painting a mental image into his head of the calico tom. “Well, whats so special about this Dappletail? Besides that fact that he was a male calico. What did he do?” His tail swished behind him as Snakejaw laid down, his belly brushing against the warm moss of the den. “And why haven’t I heard about him until now?”
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Post by aspenheart on Dec 27, 2017 16:44:30 GMT
Crowfang grinned broadly. "Well, glad ya asked. Soon as he was old enough to walk, he's hangin 'round the medicine den. In that time, the clans had a right horrible sickness. See, it made their prey smell like death and made their insides turn shriveled and black. Turned their blood black, too, and did the same to all the cats. Well, when he's a 'paw, they makim med'cine 'paw, yeah? Well, his mentor's downright useless! Don't know the diff'rence 'tween comfrey and cobwebs!" The elder laughed and wrapped her tail around her paws. This was one of her favorite stories, and it always had been. nineit's chill. also if you didn't figure it out, breezeclan = windclan |
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Post by nine on Dec 30, 2017 3:44:51 GMT
The tom listened to the elder she-cat's words intently. Just the mere thought of the description of the disease was enough to make his stomach turn. It'd probably be a few hours before he was ready to eat something. So far though Snakejaw had yet to hear anything amazing about Dappletail and he was eager to know where their story would turn. Would Dappletail be the one who would bring Breezeclan out of the terrible epidemic and therefore make a name for himself? "Go on please. What happens next? How does Breezeclan fare from the sickness?" His knowledge of sickness and herbs was limited, he did his best to spend as little time in the medicine den as possible. But atleast he knew the difference between the two materials. Maybe. It was in the back of his mind somewhere, but he'd been told the information.
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Post by aspenheart on Dec 30, 2017 15:46:11 GMT
She flicked her tail and closed her eyes for a moment, as if trying to remember the information. "Well, they were gettin' real sick, right? All of 'em were dyin' faster than the queens could make 'em. Dappletail, he likes to mess with herbs. Real gifted. Some say issa gift from StarClan, y'know? Well, he starts experimentin'. Maybe not the safest deal, but he makes up all kindsa new poultices and bundles ta' cure diff'rent things. Well, then 'is mentor gets sick, too. Dappletail figgures, hey, she's 'bout as useless as a pilea rocks, may as well 'periment on her and find out if he can cure Blackblood! Well, he can't, an she dies. But! Now he's gotta plan."Crowfang knew, this was where the story got interesting. She waited patiently for his response, likely one to be somewhat horrified at his unethical response to his mentor's illness. nine |
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Post by nine on Dec 30, 2017 18:46:28 GMT
Snakejaw nodded as the elder continued to explain the story. He's met some cats who were gifted in certain areas. Some skilled in hunting, others were extremely agile and able to escape whatever situation they were in. Perhaps they were blessed. The tom didn't know much about Starclan in order to give his opinion on it. Adjusting to clan life was proving to be more complicated than he thought.
When Crowfang mentions Dappletail experimenting his ears swivel, trying to ensure he heard her right. He scooted closer, his eyes squinting in disbelief. Dappletail used the opportunity of the illness that plagued his clan to experiment on the sick and dying cats. He could see why, he was only trying to help but he couldn't imagine the argument about ethics. Why didn't anyone stop him? "That's quite unfortunate." He murmured at the mention of the mentor's death. Dappletail couldn't save her but he most likely got some valuable information from his actions. "Dappletail is quite the character. Can't say I'd be able to do the same in his paws. Couldn't possibly stomach it." He's seen death and even had his paw in it once or twice but the slow, agonizing death of Blackblood made his stomach flip. "What does Dappletail do? I'm hoping he eventually fixes things right?"
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Post by aspenheart on Dec 31, 2017 16:15:36 GMT
She laughed softly. "Be patient, young'un. Well, he's messin with herbs, and he's gotta plan. Starts with himself, seein' if it works. So what he does is he takes this mix of herbs, right? Well, then he eats some prey he knows has got the sickness. Well, he doesn't get sick. He uses the same herb mix on a sick cat, and they still die. So he starts workin -- healthy cats get the herbs, sick cats are sent away so it don't spread. He checks ev'ry pieca prey 'at comes through himself. Cats start gettin healthy again, right? Well, he startsa teachin' all the other medics how ta deal with it. Catsa CurrentClan, StormClan, and DarkClan. Well, tha herbs he's usin, they only grow in BreezeClan territory."
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Post by nine on Dec 31, 2017 19:13:48 GMT
“Sorry.” Snakejaw murmured an apology. He was excited to hear the ending to the tale, the new information was happily accepted despite its contents. He kept quiet as the she-cat continued to explain. Dappletail, as he discovered, was quite the brave tom. Willing to put himself at risk to keep his clan free from the horrid disease. Had his calculations been incorrect, he would have been infected by the rotten prey and died. Who knew what the fate of Breezeclan had been without him.
Upon hearing of Dappletails actions, giving the other clans the concoction of herbs, Snakejaw’s eyes glistened. “The herbs only grow in Breezeclan eh? That’s quite the power to hold over the other clans...” He kneaded his paws into the moss. “Though I doubt that crosses Dappletails mind yeah? He seems to have his heart in the right place.” What would he do in his position? He wonders. There’s certainly a clear difference between them. Snakejaw isn’t interested in ruling over clans or even a bunch of cats. He’d rather use the rest of his moons exploring, eating well and napping.
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Post by aspenheart on Jan 1, 2018 2:08:30 GMT
She shook her head. "Ah, but that was the thing -- see, Dappletail wasn't sure whether he should let 'em have it or keep that power. So, he consults StarClan, well they don't really wanna see 'im. So, Dappletail goes straight to 'is leader. Now, 'is name was Goldenstar. Goldenstar was the biggest, meanest ol' cat you ever did see, and our Dappletail was undyin' loyal. So Goldenstar tells 'im, what we'll do is we'll bring 'em sick prey and useless herbs, tellin' em it'll make'em healthy again. So Dappletail does it, 'cept there's just one thing." Her eyes flicked over to him, waiting his anticipation calmly. Crowfang had a low purr in her throat. nine |
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Post by nine on Jan 4, 2018 22:35:19 GMT
Snakejaw let out a dark chuckle, his paws outstretched. “That’s pretty clever. Didn’t think clan relations at the time were thatbad to warrant that. Quite the advanced warfare going on.” He licked his lips and urged her to continue. “What’s the catch though? Can’t imagine Dappletail’s golden heart would just let him sit back and watch those clan cats die slowly. Does he throw in some of the good herbs or-“ He snapped his mouth closed and beckoned for Crowfang to continue. He could probably ask a million questions about the direction of the story, they’d be in the den all day just chatting. The tomcat did have responsibilities to get to.
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