Recent content by MAPLETUFT

Ternstar calls a meeting and Mapletuft is barely able to drag herself over, her mind numbed by grief. Loss, after loss, it was a surprise she hadn’t been driven mad by it yet- Ternstar demotes her. She says she has done well, but in Mapletufts not-so-emotionally-right state, she takes it and a...

Her fur prickles uneasily as Figfeather comes up to her, and Mapletuft has half a mind to correct her- shes not a new deputy, and certainly… Well, she feels more like shes in limbo than anything, but she holds her tongue and graces Figfeather with a tired look. The question she asks shoots an...

Tonight marks the day where the clans gather beneath a guise of peace. Tonight marks the fact that their leadership change is official. That Mirestar was no more, that their presence may never return, a disappearing act like Smogstar. Eyes briefly flutter shut, trying to stop the sudden stinging...

Finding a kitten in the wilderness wasn’t on her bingo card, but she embraces it with grace nonetheless, sticking by the young one and making sure he doesn’t lag behind in the pelting storm. "You’re okay, come on, love," she murmurs reassurance as he hesitates in the camp entrance, offering a...

Mapletuft and Lavenderpaw had split off at first from their patrol, but as they near them again, she catches snippets of conversation over the wind. Scalejaw voice asking who it was, Willowburn expressing that there was a young kittypet… Mapletuft shares a glance with Lavenderpaw, hurrying up to...

Marblepaw appears and she looks... Sick. Sick enough to make Mapletufts stomach churn in uneasiness, not in worry at being sick, but sudden worry for the health of the apprentice. Her eyes look glassy, her voice sounds just as tired as Mapletuft, if not more... "Whitecough?" she echoes, eyes...

It's late in to the day when she finishes, settling ontop of the dug up earth. There was no body laid in it but she grieves all the same, forehead pressed against the dirt. She cries silently, afraid that anyone might hear her despite the quiet blanket that had gently tucked around the...

Today. She’ll go to Starclan, lay before them today, beg them to return Mirestar, or gain lives herself. No matter how long she had searched, no matter how cracked and bloodied her paws are, she could not find them. She’s been in a state of disarray since they’ve left them all behind, numb to...

When the crack of dawn arrives, Mapletuft is out, handing patrols out to the cats who were healthy enough to do so, stressing hard about staying in pairs... Stars, if she loses a clanmate to the blizzard, due to her own poor planning... What would she do? Their life would be on her paws, blood...

Another half-decent hunt today… She returns to camp with a mouse and a purpose, nodding off her patrol with a hum. It’s not the greatest, biggest mouse to ever live, but its the best she could find in the blizzard. Her paws carry her closer to the medicine den, stopping just outside, lingering...

When Marblepaw calls out an invitation for celebration, Mapletuft draws over like a ghost on silent paws, tired eyes focusing on the medicine cat apprentice just barely while they speak. She's right, to a point, Maple doesn't quite remember when the last time they had such a full prey pile was...

Mapletuft returns from a hunt absolutely exhausted and empty-pawed, the growing cold only forcing the prey to bury further and further in to the dirt, or flee to warmer spots. Frustration laces her thoughts in a neat little bow as she gives her patrol an apologetic nod to dismiss them, ears...

Being near their new plot of land makes her stomach ache, but its not like Mapletuft has much room to decline. The pressures of being a deputy, of being perfect, of looking after her clanmates are already weighing heavy on her shoulders... And thus, she cannot decline when shes to set out on a...

Willowburn looks... comfortable, off to the side, chowing down by himself. His joy could almost be contagious, if Mapletuft had been in a better mood perhaps her smile could meet her eyes, too. It's worth an effort, though, to continue having high spirits in times where you feel like it has no...

Mapletuft is easily distracted, sometimes, and she does not mean for her eyes to linger on Ferndances form; she had stopped nearby to just rest her paws for a second, to warm up, but Ferndance hadn't stopped moving since she had gotten back to camp. Her skin prickles a little uncomfortably...