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Post by Feathertalon on May 6, 2017 14:51:11 GMT -5
mhmmm ;D
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on May 7, 2017 16:47:14 GMT -5
[ oh yay c: I'm on now heh, and on a laptop for once. (surprisingly) I'll try my hardest to get a reply in today c: ]
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Post by Feathertalon on May 7, 2017 17:03:54 GMT -5
alright c:
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on May 7, 2017 17:31:21 GMT -5
Dimpaw & Featherpaw -- A faint purr escaped Dimpaw. Even in the wake of battle the RiverClan tabby felt like everythign was going to be okay as long as she stayed by Featherpaw’s side. The longing to go back home and begin her warrior training again was no longer there as she allowed Featherpaw’s herb-sweet scent drift around her. She was even able to ignore the tension that was cracking in the air like a coming thunderstorm. Well, she wasn’t able to ignore it for long.
Dimpaw felt herself stiffen once Featherpaw had sat down. Her amber eyes looked around the camp. The dark tail-tip of Crowfeather slipped out of camp, a sign that her Clanmates were leaving as harbingers of devastating news to Mistystar. Among the camp a few other cats made appearances as Dimpaw looked around. Nightcloud seemed tense, fur bristled ever so slightly. Emberfoot already seemed to be craving the feel of flesh under his claws… This was going to be a devastating battle.
”Both of our Clans our at fault. When that first border skirmish happened, RiverClan was too prideful to retreat. We lost Reedwhisker because of that… We lost Silverfin because of pride.” Dimpaw seemed to choke at the mention of Silverfin, her mother. The tabby pushed aside the thoughts of her late mother to turn and look at Featherpaw. A spark of worry flooded through Dimpaw. ”Tonight? Featherpaw, you should rest!” Dimpaw exclaimed under her breath. ”You’ve been to RiverClan and back one too many times today already…” After that travel and the shock of declared war, any cat would need a nap at the least.Robintail & Frostwing -- The tang of rain was fresh in the air. A few dark gray clouds lingered lazily in the sky, the only signs that the rain was soon going to be upon them. The prey would notice how close the rain was as well, which meant one of two things - either the prey was already in hiding or they were scrambling about in hectic confusion trying to find their nests before the storm would break. One tomcat in particular was hoping for the second option. And of course, he wasn’t about to go alone.
The light brown tabby known as Robintail looked around the semi-busy camp. Very easily he could go and find his littermate, Cedarflight, but he felt like she wouldn’t be in the mood for a hunt that could quite easily become a flood if the storm broke. Perhaps he could find one of his older sisters, Ivypool or Dovewing, to accompany him, but he was sure he had seen Ivypool with Fernsong not too long ago, and as for Dovewing, well, Robintail had no idea where she was. On patrol perhaps? There had been one led by Rosepetal that went out not too long ago. Robintail sighed. Who could he get to go with him? What cat would even want to with rain looming overhead?
A name flashed into his mind so quickly the lithe tabby jumped. Excitement brimmed in his unusual green eyes. He was sure that cat was in camp, and surely he would agree to come along! Robintail kinked his tail up high and began to look around, his first choice to look brought him to the warriors’ den. ”Frostwing?” The tabby called out, excitement buzzing in his paws. He had always found Frostwing to be intriguing. Robintail’s father, Birchfall, didn’t like the former rogue all that much for some reason. Perhaps the older tom had no reason at all to dislike Frostwing and just did… But that didn’t mean Robintail had to dislike Frostwing. If anything, his father’s dislike of the tom only heightened Robintail’s interest. So maybe, just maybe, Robintail could get Frostwing to join him on a hunt. [ I'm not all too sure how long my responses might be; it's also been a few months since I roleplayed, so it might be bad cx ] - - Featherpaw x DimpawPressing gently up against the other she-cat, the dark grey pelted apprentice looked towards the entrance once more. She knew her clanmates were growing prickly with battle, and some were even digging their claws into the earth at the thought. Her sisters, Smokepaw and Brindlepaw both seemed to have glittering eyes at the thought. With an oncoming battle, Featherpaw knew she'd have to do something to stop it. But when Dimpaw told her she needed to rest, a wave of heavy exhaustion hit her.With her jaws gaping into a wide yawn, Featherpaw brushed her tail along Dimpaw's spine. "I know, I know. Sleep is definitely needed. But you're also needed with your clan. I cant have Onestar hold you hostage just because the fleabag has so much pride he'd let his clan suffer a battle." Standing up on her paws, she shook the dust out of her pelt and turned towards Dimpaw completely. "I'll nap after we eat. But while we do, I want you to tell me more about what been going on in Riverclan. You know what I mean?" Featherpaw turned around and trotted over to the freshkill pile before nosing through it to find a rabbit. Something the two apprentices could share. With a purr, she dragged the rabbit back over to Dimpaw. She nudged it towards her, offering her the first bite.[ this was really short, and i didnt reply to Robintail yet. I will when i get back tho, since i'm about to go out for a while c: I'll reply to Robintail (and Dimpaw if you reply to this) later. Sorryyy~ ]
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on May 7, 2017 18:06:57 GMT -5
I'll reply later. I've gotten busy ew
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on May 7, 2017 19:14:55 GMT -5
[ I'm home again xD ]
- - Frostwing x Robintail The smell of rain had sent the whole clan into their dens, aside from the few patrols that spoke with Squirrelflight, the Thunderclan deputy, and the few apprentices that munched on mice and voles, or the kits that tumbled in the sand. Frostwing was among the few cats that had decided to stay in the warriors den, afraid that the chilled air would get to him and give him the sickness no clan cat wanted, but he knew he'd have to go on patrol at some point. With his tail curled over his tabby stripped maw, he flicked his ears and closed his eyes.
Frostwing began thinking about all the things that happened over the moons since he had joined the clan. He was a young warrior, actually. He had just recently received his warrior name after he had finished up his training with Lionblaze. The skilled golden pelted warrior was extremely proud of Frostwing- Frostpaw at the time- and begged Bramblestar to evaluate him so he could become a warrior. But, even with most of his clanmates trust, and some of their envy, he still couldn't get over the fact that one cat hated him inside and out. Birchfall. Maybe it was because of his rogue roots, or maybe its because he became a warrior so quickly. Or maybe it was the fact that so many cats liked him and looked up to him...
Twitching his ears, Frostwing was deep in thought. Maybe it's because of how Robintail is always-- His thoughts were cut off as he heard a familiar toms voice enter his ears. Opening his eyes, the dark green irises shifted towards the entrance as he slowly took in the outline of the tom cat he knew to be Robintail. With a slightly delighted purr, he got up to his paws and shook out his dark tabby pelt before trotting over. "Did you need something, Robintail?" He mewed, nosing his way out of the den to stand beside the brown pelted tom.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 7, 2017 19:50:02 GMT -5
[ studying for finals so i may only get in this reply for the night o; ]
Dimpaw && Featherpaw -- Dimpaw was worried about the upcoming battle. How many cats were going to die because of this? How many cats were going to die in vain because this had happened? The silver tabby felt her ears flatten in guilt. Could this battle have been avoided because of her being captured? If only she had fought harder...but if she hadn’t been captured she would have never been able to get close to Featherpaw. Just that thought brought a shiver down the apprentice’s back.
Her thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind when she felt Featherpaw’s tail brush against her spine. Dimpaw let out a long sigh and then a yawn of her own. ”You’ll get sleep later then, right? If you don’t rest you could get sick.” Even with a battle on the horizon Dimpaw was worried about the other she-cat’s health. She leaned forward and nuzzled Featherpaw. ”I would love to be back home, but I would be find here if I got to spend time with you,” she breathed in a soft voice. A smile then spread across her lips. ”Good, and I will. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
The RiverClan apprentice felt somewhat reassured that Featherpaw was going to take a nap after they ate. Dimpaw purred happily when the dark-furred apprentice returned with a plump rabbit. ”I never thought I would like rabbit as much as I do.” With that she leaned forward and took the first bite, nudging it back to her friend as she chewed her bite.
Robintail && Frostwing --
The brown tabby tom felt his fur fluff out in mirth when he heard the response of Frostwing. He had been in the warriors’ den! Now hopefully he would accept the tabby tom’s offer of hunting. With not wanting to bother his sister, Robintail had no other cat in mind to join him and Frostwing. It would just him and the other tom if his idea worked out.
As a pretty friendly tomcat, Robintail stretched his neck out and nudged the other tomcat along the shoulder as Frostwing padded forward. ”You wanna go hunting? It’s gonna rain, I’m sure, but that’s not that big of a deal.” The rain never bothered Robintail. It felt nice on his pelt for the most part. There was not a trace of RiverClan blood in him, but he had always enjoyed the feeling of rain in his fur or the gentle waves lapping at his paws from the lake. ”I mean, you don’t have to if Squirrelflight put you on a patrol for later… I can find Cedarflight and ask her to go,” Robintail murmured, green eyes narrowing in thought as he tried to figure out how to work something out of Frostwing denied his request. Maybe Frostwing didn’t like getting wet like Robintail did. ThunderClanners typically didn’t like getting wet, but Frostwing wasn’t ThunderClan by blood, so maybe that made his views on getting wet different from most in the Clan. Robintail could only hope that was the case.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on May 13, 2017 0:03:33 GMT -5
[ ahck, i'm so bad at replying >.< I think I might start shortening posts to one or two paragraphs. (It might go over that sometimes, depending on muse) just so that I'm not exactly writing in any fillers. I also might manage more than one reply every other day c: I hope you don't mind. ]
Featherpaw -- Featherpaw had managed to relax despite all the tension that seemed to be present within Windclan at the very time and second that they sat in camp. Leaning over, she took a mouthful of succulent food and looked at Dimpaw with glittering eyes. "You obviously can't love a weak kitty that can't stay on her paws, now can you?" She mewed, though it was just a playful banter. While she continued to eat, her ears curiously flicked to try and listen in on Onestar talking to Crowfeather and Harespring. The patrol had finally returned, and she was trying to hear the words the three cats spoke. Were they discussing battle plans? When Harespring broke away from the other two, he trotted towards the Windclan medicine cat apprentice, and their so called "prisoner". He seated himself in front of the two, which caused an uneasy twist in Featherpaws stomach. "It's good to see that you both are eating. And you, Featherpaw. Onestar wants you to stay in camp until further notice. If Kestrelflight needs to send you out, you're to go with another warrior, or an apprentice." Harespring explained. He rolled his eyes. "Except, I know you only meant good. I don't want this battle as much as you two. Now, finish eating, and head to your dens. The sun is almost set." When Harespring trotted away, Featherpaw found herself nuzzling up to Dimpaw. She decided to stay quiet until she was out of earshot. "Stupid furballs." She growled softly.
Frostwing -- Frostwing felt a wave of surprise wash over him when the young tom asked him to go hunting with him. A little purr rumbled in his throat, his tongue lapping the traces of rain water off his maw and whiskers. With a dip of his head, he nodded. "I'd love to go hunting with you. Plus, it's better now than to wait until the storm picks up. I'm sure all the prey is scurrying around in search of their food. Lets find them before they hide." He didn't exactly wait for a response. Instead, he trotted towards the gorse tunnel that was the entrance into the Thunderclan camp, and nosed his way out. He dipped his head to both Cinderheart and Whitewing that were seated at the entrance, looking over the camp. He waved his tail for Robintail to join him before glancing around in the dimly lit forest. The gray clouds over head had blocked the sun from reaching the ground floor of the forest, so it was a bit harder to see than normal. But, Frostwing knew that he could hunt without a problem. "Where exactly did you want to hunt? I feel the further into the forest we go, the more prey, but the problem? We might get caught in the storm if it picks up quickly." The gray tabby tom mewed, his fur rippling from the unsteady winds. If they got any harsher, he might end up on his back instead. His green eyes seemed to search the other toms green eyes, his tail swishing over the wet leaves a tad impatiently. It wasn't that he was inpatient with the other male, more so the winds and the rain that seemed to get harsher each second they spent talking,
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Post by Feathertalon on May 13, 2017 15:07:32 GMT -5
[ pssh, it’s fine and yeah, shorten the posts if you’d like to, that’s totally fine with me. I’ll go ahead and shorten mine~ ]
Dimpaw && Featherpaw --
Sitting beside Featherpaw helped Dimpaw relax despite being in the middle of an enemy Clan. There was just something about Featherpaw… Love? Dimpaw felt her throat tighten. Over the past few days she had thought about the odd feelings she had for Featherpaw, but never had the feeling been put into an actual word. Love. ”I...I can’t,” she mewed with a hesitant murmur. Even if the dark-furred she-cat was joking Dimpaw couldn’t bring herself to shoot a tease back.
Dimpaw took a bite of rabbit. It dryly went down when Harespring padded over. What a way to make the situation awkward. The RiverClan apprentice listened to the bi-colored tom, ears swiveled in his direction even if her amber eyes weren’t exactly on him. The only consolation Dimpaw had in that moment was Featherpaw nuzzling up to her after the deputy left. She sighed. ”Harespring seems like he’ll make a good leader one day. Maybe if he were leader now we wouldn’t have a problem…”
Robintail && Frostwing --
A loud purr came from Robintail as Frostwing accepted his offer. It was always fun to go with the gray tabby on any sort of outing - hunting, patrolling, walking… Robintail enjoyed spending time with Frostwing. No matter what his father, Birchfall, said, Robintail enjoyed the time he spent with Frostwing. There was nothing wrong with the other tomcat; sure, he had been born as a rogue, but why should that matter? He was just as much ThunderClan as Birchfall was.
Robintail flicked his tail in a dismissive greeting as he passed Cinderheart and Whitewing, his mother. Once outside he paused under the last thick canopy of tall ferns and bracken to assess the light storm. ”Oh yeah, the prey is still going to be running around. Let’s do this.” With a bounce Robintail entered the storm without a second thought. He fluffed out his tabby fur, laughing faintly at himself. He turned back to Frostwing. ”How about close to the WindClan border? We might get some rabbits trying to hide in the woods. And if we get caught in the storm, we’ll at least have each other,” Robintail purred with a flick of his tail as he padded on off toward the WindClan moorland.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on May 13, 2017 21:20:59 GMT -5
[ Alright~ As long as you understand cx ]
[smear:505255]Featherpaw --[/smear:ffffff] When the cats of her clan started retreating into their dens, she turned slowly to look at Dimpaw. Featherpaw's dark blue eyes seemed to be glittering with both anger and determination. Of course, why wouldn't they be? She wasn't only angry that she was practically being treated like a kit, but because the cat of her dreams was being held hostage. Standing, Featherpaw shook the dust out of her pelt and stretched her paws ahead of her. Her thorn sharp claws dug into the dirt as she listened to Dimpaw speak. She had to agree. Harespring would make a fine leader. Onestar didn't have many lives left. If she remembered, he had one or two. In her eyes, Onestar was losing it. He was losing the trust of his clan as he went nuts with old age. The tabby's gray muzzle gaze away how old he was. Even Mistystar of Riverclan seemed in better shape than the thin Windclan leader. She frowned. "Dimpaw? Onestar is so weak. He's making a huge mistake for this battle. I should try to fix up a herb remedy to help him. Maybe thyme? That could help with his shock and help him rest." Featherpaw clawed at the ground anxiously. "Though, I do agree. Starclan has chosen Harespring to lead us next. He will definitely make a fine leader."
[smear:505255]Frostwing --[/smear:ffffff] With a taste of the air, the grey tabby tom quickly followed after the handsome tabby tomcat. His green eyes were glowing with interest. He found it weird how Birchfall's kit was so friendly with him, a former rogue cat. He decided to shrug the thoughts away as the two came close to the border. Tasting the air once again, he purred in excitement. "Stay here," He mewed quietly before stalking off silently into the undergrowth. The rain masked his scent, making him send a thanks to Starclan before he tracked down a rabbit. He hadn't noticed until he gave chase that he was chasing it right onto Windclan land. Yowling in anger, he launched himself at the rodent before killing it. He purred and made his way quickly back towards the Thunderclan border, where he jumped the stream, and joined Robintail once again. "A beautiful catch, isn't it?" He purred as he dropped the rabbit onto the floor at the toms paws. He sort of reeked of Windclan, possibly because a border patrol had just sprayed the border. But, Frostwing didn't notice as he licked away the dirt from his paws.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 15, 2017 20:12:08 GMT -5
[ of course i understand c: ]
Dimpaw && Featherpaw --
What would be happening right now if Harespring was already WindClan's leader? Would the hostility between RiverClan and WindClan be nonexistent? Would Reedwhisker still be alive? ...Would Silverfin? Dimpaw felt herself press closer into Featherpaw for a moment, drawing in her comforting scent. Never before had Dimpaw thought the scent of herbs and moorland would be so comforting. She watched as Featherpaw stood up. Dimpaw stood herself, leaning over to nuzzle the medicine cat apprentice in hopes that it would calm her down. "If only there was a remedy to make him see how terrible this war is. I'm not even WindClan and I can tell how weak he is." If Onestar was up beside Mistystar the tom would seem to be the oldest when in reality Mistystar was much older. "There's a possibility he won't even survive this upcoming battle..." Dimpaw didn't like to think about the death of a Clan leader no matter how fish-brained he seemed; the only consolation Dimpaw had about that thought was how Harespring would ascend to leadership once Onestar was gone.
Robintail && Frostwing --
Never had Robintail figured out exactly why Birchfall disliked Frostwing as much as he did. If it was just because the gray tom had once been a rogue then that was just dumb. That would be like Birchfall disliking Whitewing's father for being a former kittypet, or hating the legendary Firestar for being a kittypet once. Daisy didn't have Clan blood in her, either, and yet Birchfall seemed to get along just fine with her. Robintail didn't see anything wrong with letting non-Clan cats join if they truly believed in the Clan's ways. Frostwing was an amazing addition to ThunderClan, and he was also quite nice to look at as well.
Before he could get caught staring, Robintail pulled his gaze off the other tom. He stayed put, watching as Frostwing darted after the rabbit. When Frostwing passed the border, Robintail wanted to yowl out and tell him to stop, but before he could it was too late - the rabbit was down and Frostwing was coming back to the woods. Robintail purred. His friend hadn't been caught and the rabbit would make a fine meal for some cats. "It really is. It'll make the queens and elders happy!" Before Robintail could say anymore, the thick scent of Frostwing coated in WindClan caught the brown tabby's attention. He blinked and padded over, lapping his tongue over the gray cat's fur. "You smell like you came straight out of WindClan's camp!" Robintail exclaimed as he drew his tongue over Frostwing some more.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Jul 3, 2017 14:36:53 GMT -5
oh my lord,,, should i bring this back up? If you're interested ( Feathertalon )
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