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Post by kangaroo on Feb 4, 2019 18:27:18 GMT
dawn that quietly stalks the night - caught in the thought of that time when everything was fine -
With a maw stuffed full of ragwort, lungwort, and a single stray field mouse—Dawn worked as quickly as she could to make the journey to the Hollowed Stone. It was a process made difficult by the bounty she clutched tightly, and as a result her breaths came in short little pants through her freckled nose. This wasn’t the first time that she had approached Lakeclan to barter for herbs, but that fact did little to settle her nerves or soothe her pride at turning to their neighbors once more. By the time she reached the gathering place of the clans, Dawn’s mottled tongue was lolling out one side of her maw out from underneath the travel herbs she carried.
With a muffled mmlranng, Dawn hacked and smacked her chops to drop her supplies on the flat rock in the far back of the cave. It was warmer inside—sheltered for the most part from the chilly winds that had nipped at her flanks most of the way to the Hollowed Stone. Sweet-sedge and watermint... she thought, thin jaw shifting as she went over the list of what she needed in her head. Burrowclan territories were bountiful lands—she would never say otherwise—but there were some things that Lakeclan’s territory simply grew better, and if it benefited Burrowclan... Dawn’s brow furrowed as she sat back on her haunches, bright amber eyes turning towards the entrance of the cave.
I hope they have something... even if it’s not sweet-sedge, Dawn thought, lips pursing as her tail tucked itself around her paws to hide them both from view and the cold. She was never sorry to see the cold moons of leaf-bare behind her; experience told her that it couldn’t be too much longer, but worry continued to nag and fill her mind with doubt. It was hard to hear the hungry grumblings of her clanmates in the late hours of the night—it was even harder to see the vitality wither from them from moon to moon.
A tufted ear twitched and her posture perked as she spotted a shifting in the foliage outside of the cave. Sitting back on her haunches for a better look, a faint hint of a smile pulled at the corners of her maw. ”I was beginning to think your lot had forgotten!” she called out in greeting, swishing her tail and settling down to her paws again as she stood to welcome Lakeclan’s leaders—as well as whoever they might have brought with them. ”I don’t suppose sweet-sedge has been growing this winter?” she probed hopefully, eyes glinting in the shaded gloom of the cave.
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Post by mink on Feb 5, 2019 0:00:31 GMT
ripple ❝i'm right here when
you need someone to see
it's not speak or
forever hold your peace❞
bitter cold nipped at ripple's skin as the lanky fox made his way through lakeclan territory, trap full of freshly picked sweet-sedge. dawn, leader of burrowclan, had requested to meet with him at the hollowed stone for a little exchange, and he had immediately begun preparing for it. though the red vixen hadn't elaborated on the purpose of the summit, such interactions had occurred between the two clans before, and he had a good idea of what she desired.
he didn't at all mind meeting with burrowclan. in fact, he was even looking forward to it—dawn was a fair trader and more often than not, her offers pleased him. in fact, he credited his only displeasure to the cold weather; it was at times like these when ripple wished for a fuller coat. sure, his had thickened quite considerably as of late but he was frequently shivering nevertheless.
worrisome as always, ripple prayed in the name of the council it didn't get much colder than it already was—for the sakes of lakeclan's queens, kits, and elders if not his own. prey was scarce, and if the lake or streams froze over... well, lakeclan would certainly be in a bind then. hopefully dawn thinks to bring ragwort with her, he thought, for it was a rather useful herb and could easily relieve the elders of any aching joints caused by the low temperatures.
ripple was grateful to realize just how close he'd neared to the hollowed stone. desire to escape the cold winds only rising, he winded through the narrow trail that lead towards the small cave, slipping past the ledge and shifting through the vegetation that shrouded the entrance. the area seemed to be drowning in dawn's scent, and after a few moments his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, allowing him to make out said vixen in the shadows.
he placed his bundle alongside dawn's (relief washed over him as the familiar scent of rugwort met his nose) before addressing her. ❝greetings, dawn,❞ he spoke with a slight dip of his head. ❝you needn't worry about such things. i keep my word, surely you're aware of that.❞ he sat beside her, his gaze lingering on the entrance to the cave. it was far warmer inside than it had been out in the open, and for that he was quite grateful. ❝i think you'll be pleased to learn that there's been an abundance of sweet-sedge growing in our territory this leaf-bare.❞
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Post by Jelly on Feb 6, 2019 4:08:14 GMT
STAG
Ahhhh yes. Leafbare presented itself in many ways, shapes and forms. But perhaps the harshest one was the lack of herbs that grew. It was already hard to keep a clan healthy and fed with herbs, but to keep one healthy and fed without...well that was an entirely different story. And with that in mind, it had not surprised him when Dawn reached out to trade herbs. While the whole healing aspect of his duties had never whole heartedly appealed to him, it was one he still did. And so, instead of leaving Ripple fully in charge of the exchange, he had picked up some watermint amongst a few odds and ends, and headed out.
Ripple had been quicker at the whole get up and go part of it. Though not by far. The large bodied reynard never lost his scent trail and seemed to be quite close. Though he was never close enough in this howling wind and bitter cold. It seemed as if he was in for a longer trek than he had last recalled. As he rounded corners and picked his way through the terrain he finally managed to reach the entrance. His ears perked up at the sound of voices. Ahhh Ripple had made it, and Stag himself didn't seem too far behind at all.
"Oh come on now, don't start the party without me." The tod comically strolled into the meeting, giving a swift wink to Dawn and a acknowledging nod to his 'partner in crime'. Placing himself beside Ripple he set the bundle down softly before lifting his eyes to the vixen. "Well Leafbare has been treating you well hasn't it?" The compliment lazily rolled off his tongue as he let a small laugh into the air. "I bring you warm greetings and watermint. But what oh what do we get in return?"
Bumping a shoulder into the tod beside him like a young apprentice, Stag let a playful glimmer slide across his eyes. By now, everyone knew to expect the comical side of the Lakeclan duo to come from him. He was the relief, the optimism, and the tension easier. While his other half did most of the thinking and definitely handled things with a more serious approach.
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Post by kangaroo on Feb 10, 2019 21:32:51 GMT
dawn that quietly stalks the night - caught in the thought of that time when everything was fine -
As the overhanging brush at the entrance of the cave rustled, Dawn’s eyes snapped up and her speckled tail began to wag slowly behind her—head tipping hopefully to the side. Thank the Council...! she thought, eyes gleaming as Ripple strode into view and deposited his offering on the slab of stone they’d shared more than once during past gatherings. ”Heh, I suppose I should be by now—over ten moons and all your time as Tyro,” she said, dipping her head to the eldest leader of Lakeclan—still many moons younger than she was. It was odd, at times, reigning as the leader with the most experience out of all of the clans. It put an unlabeled weight upon her shoulders—something that she felt late each night as worries and thoughts of tomorrow and yestermoon alike clouded her waking thoughts as well as her dreams. ❝i think you'll be pleased to learn that there's been an abundance of sweet-sedge growing in our territory this leaf-bare.❞ Ripple said. ”Very pleased,” Dawn sighed with relief, a tired and sheepish smile tugging at the corners of her maw. While a small amount of sweet sedge would sometimes grow near the stream bed in Burrowclan, during the dryer months and colder moons when the waters weren’t flowing as much—it was a rare find. Their neighbors, however, seemed blessed with bountiful herbs that relied on the waters of their lands. Burrowclan—by contrast—held dryer options in abundance; plants that thrived in difficult conditions. With her muzzle parting to issue what might have been a question, Dawn found her mouth clicking back to a close as Stag—the younger of the two Lakeclan leaders—strode confidently into the dens, sending a charming little wink her direction and nodding to his companion. Another sigh left her, shorter and more tired than the first. "Well Leafbare has been treating you well hasn't it?" the words rolled from his lips. ”Hello, Stag,” Dawn returned with an odd sort of dry patience to her tone. ”How is your mother?” she said, an amused glimmer settling somewhere in her eyes as she shifted the conversation to something deeply incompatible with any form of flirtation. ”I didn’t see her at the previous Gathering, is she fairing well these moons?” for a few moments, it didn’t seem as though she would relent, until with a pleasant hum—she issued a small smile and a slow-blink, eyes shifting over to the collection of herbs they had each spread across the stone at the back of the cave. ”Ragwort, Lungwort, and a little snack to split for your troubles,” she said, not bothering to look over her shoulder as she padded over to the herbs that had been laid out—making short work of nosing their offerings farther away from what she had brought. Just the smell of the herbs brought relief to her, and the promise of what they could do even more so. ”Thank you for coming,” she murmured, turning a touch and sitting back on one of her haunches to regard the pair, ”Have things been well in Lakeclan? This Leaf Bare is harsher than most in recent memory,” she said after a small bit of hesitation. It felt odd to discuss the state of their clans openly—privately, and away from the eyes and ears of the foxes that depended on each of them to show a brave face. She didn’t know if it would warrant any sort of additional honesty, but... the idea and impulse had been a touch too intriguing for the oldest among the three foxes to resist.
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Post by mink on Feb 11, 2019 22:06:12 GMT
ripple ❝i'm right here when
you need someone to see
it's not speak or
forever hold your peace❞
merely nodding at the vixen's response, ripple mused over the opposing leader's remark. if he recalled correctly, dawn had become leader of burrowclan around the same time he'd aged into apprenticeship and was appointed as tyro, give or take a few moons. it was something he commended her for, and regardless of whether or not he'd express such admiration to her face, it didn't make it any less true.
the red reynard wasn't oblivious to the relief that flashed in dawn's eyes as she took notice of the ever so precious herbs before her. he was glad to provide aid for her—rivals or not, sweet-sedge worked wonders at easing infection, something ripple wouldn't wish on any fox. besides, he was getting something he desired in return. who would say no to that?
certainly not stag, it seemed, for ripple's co-leader waltzed into the cave that very moment. surprised yet not disappointed, a slight smirk played at ripple's lips as the red fox winked at dawn, jaws full of (what ripple identified as by parting his maw slightly, allowing the fresh scents of the herb to fill his senses) watermint.
❝it wouldn't be a party without you, stag,❞ he chuckled, rolling his eyes as the other leader proceeded to flirt with dawn. not expecting to be nudged by stag, the movement caused the lankier fox to lose his balance and lunge forward a bit. disgruntled and embarrassed—after all, the bump hadn't even been very hard—ripple resumed his sitting position and fixed his posture, subtly moving a few inches away from stag for good measure.
awkward as ever, ripple sat in silence as the burrowclan leader dryly changed the subject. he relaxed slightly as he caught a glimpse of merriment in her eyes however, and his interest peaked as the topic of conversation was switched once more. along with ragwort, it seemd dawn had also brought lungwort with her to their little transaction. it, too, was a practical herb for the season, seeing as it was used to ward off yellowcough, the same disease that had claimed not only his sisters' lives a few moons after their birth but one of his own a few leaf-bares ago as well. there was also a field mouse—more of a small addition to the mix than anything else—that ripple figured he'd leave for stag to enjoy, seeing as he wasn't hungry at the moment himself.
❝of course. it's our pleasure.❞ he remained quiet once more following dawn's question, going over his response in his head several times before actually voicing it. after all, it was a bit of a dangerous question; oh how easy it would be to slip up and say too much regarding lakeclan's well being... good intentions or not—and ripple's sure that's all dawn meant by her question, but regardless—the last thing he would want to do would be to say something that would reveal too much or put his clan at a weakness. ❝the council has blessed us this leaf-bare. lakeclan is doing as well as it can, provided the circumstances.❞ his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked over at stag, hoping the reynard would follow his lead in not giving too much away. and the ragwort certainly won't hurt, he thought, thanking the council above for answering his prayers. ❝though i could ask the same of you. how is burrowclan getting on?❞
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