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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 23, 2017 20:55:14 GMT -5
stream racing drama cB
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Post by Myst on Jun 23, 2017 20:55:48 GMT -5
AHHH THANKS I DREW IT
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Post by Myst on Jun 23, 2017 20:56:22 GMT -5
how do you get the pride month stripey thing i want one
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 23, 2017 21:03:53 GMT -5
ahhh nice pretty flag<3
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Post by Myst on Jun 23, 2017 21:07:21 GMT -5
yeee <3
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 23, 2017 21:09:41 GMT -5
There was no time for any sort of slip up. He had to win this race no matter what happened. He was going to become the mighty Oakstar with his wise deputy Mottlepelt. Not daring to look behind him in fear of the others gaining on him, Oakkit pushed himself to go even faster. He willed himself to keep going as the stream grew closer and closer with each pawstep. Finally, Oakkit let out a triumphant yowl and leaped forward, stretching his tiny body out as he practically glided through the air. With a tumble he landed right at the edge of the stream and spun around with eyes shining in victory. "I won! ... Mottlepelt?" Worry for his newfound friend creased the little kit's features. He bounced over to Mottlepaw, sniffing at the older tom's wet flank. "You alright?"
Oakkit turned to eye Thrushface for a moment. He took in a deep breath as if he were about to make the biggest decision in his life. "His name is Mottlepelt, and if he's hurt..." Oakkit had no idea about Thrushface's paw - he was a kit, he wasn't that observant - "I may need a stand in deputy." As serious as the little kit sounded, there was still an obvious edge to his voice that suggested play.
There was a sudden sound of splashing that echoed around in Deadeye's ears. He halted, swiveling his ears in the direction of the stream. He listened intently and soon realized who had slipped - Mottlepaw. The black and white tom slowed down to a trot to make his way to the light-furred apprentice. Deadeye leaned down and sniffed the tomcat. No sign of blood on him, but... He felt his nose twitch and then his lip curl up in disgust at a familiar scent. Some cat else is bleeding. There didn't seem to be a thick scent of it, so there was no need to worry about a cat bleeding out, but Deadeye was still concerned.
"Thrushface?" Deadeye called out to the blue she-cat. He padded over to her, listening to what Oakkit had to say but intent on finding the source of blood. He took in a quick breath of air to confirm who the blood belonged to. "What happened? Are you alright?" His question was full of concern. He made sure to keep his voice low as to not let Oakkit or Mottlepaw hear - they didn't need to worry if Thrushface's injury was only minor.
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Post by Flarestream on Jun 23, 2017 21:29:11 GMT -5
"Excuse me, Mottlepelt," Thrushface corrected herself meekly. "And I don't know abou--"
Mottlepaw had just given Deadeye a grateful look for his quick aid when he overheard Thrushface and Oakkit's conversation. "I'm fine!" Mottlepaw interrupted loudly, leaping the short way from the stone to join the others. He stared at his friend, looking stung.
"I just--my pelt--I'm only a little wet... I'll still be your deputy, no problem!" He looked a little cross that Oakkit would even think to replace him, seeming to forget it was all imaginary for a moment.
"But congrats," he added with a sheepish grin. "You ran pretty fast for a cat so tiny! All those squirrels better watch out."
Thrushface, on the other paw, had turned her back to the young cats, trying to find a good angle to eject the twig with her teeth. "Yeah, I'm great!" she responded without a beat, just by default. "Just, ah, didn't see this little twig thing on the ground; stepped right over it. It's sharp as a thorn!" Thrushface cast a grateful look at the tom before realizing he couldn't see it. "Gonna try and pull it, shouldn't be too hard. But I really appreciate your checking on me!"
Deadeye had always been a sweet cat. His lapse into blindness was horrible, really horrible. But the warrior seemed to be even sweeter and humbler since Thrushface knew him as Swallowfur. In spite of her pain, the she-cat couldn't suppress a small purr.
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Post by Flarestream on Jun 23, 2017 21:30:51 GMT -5
ES BEAUTIFUL MYST, SLAY ME
there's a cute fox book I read last year called Pax
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Post by Myst on Jun 23, 2017 21:32:11 GMT -5
YASSSSSSSS IVE BEEN DRAWING A LOT LATELY TBH
wat omg i must read it
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 23, 2017 21:44:15 GMT -5
Oakkit looked over Mottlepaw for a long moment, assessing his physical appearance. There didn't seem to be any obvious injuries, and his pelt was just wet. Even with the apprentice looking stung for a second, Oakkit perked up and smiled widely. "Never mind, Thrushface. I won't need you as my deputy! Mottlepelt is all well." He purred in the direction of his friend, leaned up on his tiptoes, and nuzzled the older tom.
His smile seemed to grow wider as Mottlepaw congratulated him on being pretty fast. "A leader's gotta be the fastest cat in the forest so they can never miss a squirrel!" He declared with a puff of his chest.
While Deadeye would have usually found amusement in the kit and apprentice's conversation, his attention was all on Thrushface right now. He nodded a few times as the she-cat answered his questions. She didn't seem to be in much pain, and the bleeding was so little it was almost as if she wasn't at all.
Back when Deadeye had been Swallowfur he probably wouldn't have put this much attention and care into another cat, but now he was so much more kinder, humble even. After losing his eyesight he had turned his personality around once realizing how easily something could be taken away. He wasn't going to let his blindness turn him into a monster. "Would you like me to get some soaked moss for it? You should see Sagegaze soon, though. I'd hate to hear infection settled in." Deadeye wasn't one to tell another what they needed to do. To put it simply he was concerned for the she-cat. He found joy in being around Thrushface and would hate to see her sick over anything.
Almost as soon as Deadeye had finished speaking did a few rushed pawsteps sound at the camp's entrance. A long-legged she-cat stepped inside, face locked in a dead serious expression. Her sharp gaze was like the grip of a hawk as she looked around camp. Something was wrong.
With pure authority Mothstar's voice rang out through the camp. "I need a voluntary patrol to come with me." The spotted tabby took a long pause before added the catch to her offer, "Twoleg scent has been found along with Squirrelpelt's, and she's nowhere to be found."
[ dramaaaaa ]
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Post by Flarestream on Jun 23, 2017 22:08:40 GMT -5
Mottlepaw eyes softened as Oakkit nuzzled him, and stared down at the younger cat with affection. "I'll be your deputy to the end of time, Oakstar," he vowed, knowing such a promise wasn't exactly realistic. "We'll catch all the squirrels in the forest together! You'll catch more, though," he added with a laugh. "Considering your speedy superpower."
Thrushface dipped her head, touched by the tom's gesture. "That's so kind of you! Only if you'd like. I think I've got it..." She clenched her teeth around where she assumed the base of the twig was, closing her teeth against the edge of her pawpad. Had she just pushed it in further? Oh, StarClan, what a bother.
Suddenly she tensed as a rustling sounded near the camp's entrance. Ears pricking attentively, the large gray cat turned, her eyes settling upon her leader. She knew, deep in her marrow, that something must be wrong.
Oh, no. Oh, no. Her vision began to swim. "Not Squirrelpelt!" she wailed in an unusual whispery tone. "I... I encouraged her to go out!" Eyes wide with despair and her paw forgotten, Thrushface turned to find Oakkit.
I MUST find Squirrelpelt! This is all my fault... But I promised I'd watch Oakkit, didn't I? He can't stay here unsupervised. She was more confused than ever, torn between the two cats she had grown to love.
Mottlepaw had stopped talking to his friend, and blinked at Mothstar, too stunned to react immediately. "Oakstar?" he mewed softly, tone cautious as he waited for the tom's reaction. "I... I'll go, and I'll find your mother. I promise, I'll do my best." He waved his tail toward the gathering patrol, signaling he would be there in a moment.
Cherviltail joined Mathstar I JUST WROTE MATHSTAR WTF Mothstar like a white shadow slipping into place. "Would you rather me come or stay?" he murmured to his leader in an undertone. He was willing to do whatever she requested of him.
Mallowstem emerged from the shade near the warriors' den, eyes gleaming as she headed toward the entrance. The black warrior hadn't known Squirrelpelt very personally, but... she was her Clanmate.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 23, 2017 22:14:02 GMT -5
mathstar
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Post by Flarestream on Jun 23, 2017 22:21:49 GMT -5
mathstar...please...help me
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 23, 2017 22:22:18 GMT -5
mathstar does not help
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Post by Flarestream on Jun 23, 2017 22:34:36 GMT -5
throws my heavy textbook from 1995, held together by mere threads, at mathstar
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 23, 2017 22:37:06 GMT -5
mathstar DODGES because she's a cool cat
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 23, 2017 22:38:19 GMT -5
A purr vibrated through Oakkit's tiny body. He smiled up at Mottlepaw. He was so glad to have a friend like him, and a deputy like him as well! Why had it taken him this long to become friends with Mottlepaw? Probably because Squirrelpelt always told him not to bother other cats when she had him outside the nursery. Sure, he bothered cats anyway, but nothing too extreme. "Of course I will! But you'll catch a lot, too. You're my fast deputy, after all." He nodded as if that confirmed it. No other cat would be as good a deputy as Mottlepelt.
His purrs and smiles disappeared ever so slowly as Mothstar entered the camp and began to speak. It was only then when she mentioned something about Squirrelpelt missing that Oakkit's ears flattened to the side of his head. His mother was missing? That couldn't be so! She wouldn't let anything happen to her. She was Squirrelpelt! She couldn't just leave Oakkit alone, not when she still had milk for him to drink! "I wanna go," he pleaded faintly in a voice only Mottlepaw would be able to hear. "She's my momma," he mewed, looking up at Mottlepaw with wide amber eyes.
For a moment a smile crossed Deadeye's muzzle. He stepped a bit closer to Thrushface, wanting to at least give her any kind of support she may need; pulling thorns out of paw pads could be a lot harder than initially thought, especially if the thorn was larger than to be expected.
Just when he was about to ask if Thrushface had gotten it out did Mothstar enter the camp. He immediately felt himself stiffen. Something felt wrong. There was tension rising in the air like an oncoming thunderstorm, and when Mothstar spoke up, Deadeye could only swallow down a dry murmur of worry. The tom leaned forward and nudged Thrushface when her voice grew into a whisper of her typical voice. "It's not your fault. Usually the forest is safe," he breathed, knowing full well that the blue she-cat must be feeling terrible.
Mothstar observed the camp with those sharp amber eyes. She watched as some of her finest warriors slipped into view. She nodded to them all before giving a side way glance to Mottlepaw. Even if he was just an apprentice she would be fine with letting him join; the expedition would give him the experience he needed.
As her deputy padded over, the spotted tabby dipped her head. "You're a fine tracker, Cherviltail, I would like for you to join me." Her voice had been loud enough just for Cherviltail to hear, but she soon addressed her Clan. Looking at Thrushface and Deadeye, she called out, "Thrushface, Deadeye, in the mean time you two will stay and watch over camp. I doubt anything will happen here, but we must play it safe. Until we return, no cat is to go outside of camp; if any patrols return before we make it back, let them know what is going on." She turned on her paws to face the camp's exit. Mothstar looked behind her shoulder. "We will leave soon. Do not waste time if you are joining me." Her voice made it clear that she was not going to wait any longer than she needed to. If a cat wanted to join her patrol they needed to get going.
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Post by Flarestream on Jun 23, 2017 23:03:58 GMT -5
IM A COOL CAT TOO
Mottlepaw's heart just about broke as Oakkit fixed him with those huge amber eyes. "I..." He cleared his throat, setting his tail comfortingly across the tom's shoulders. "I know you want to help," he meowed slowly, "but Squirrelpelt wouldn't want you to put yourself in any kind of danger! What if she comes home and you're not here?"
He blinked in alarm as Mothstar's warning rang about the camp. "Promise me you won't leave camp--please, Oakstar." Mottlepaw looked truly worried, his claws flexing in and out of the ground. "I will find her, and bring her back to you! You don't have to worry," he tried to assure the kit, which was ironic of him to say. With one last glance, the tom pelted toward the retreating patrol, falling in step with the other cats.
Thrushface leaned into Deadeye's nudge, biting her lip. "I hope it still is," she responded, fixing her gaze on his. "I only wish I could--"
Was that her name Mothstar had just spoken? Well, she supposed she couldn't abandon the camp if she had been assigned to it by her leader. After dipping her head in response to Mothstar, Thrushface swallowed deeply, closing her eyes in a pleading prayer. Please be okay, Squirrelpelt. Oakkit needs you. I need you. StarClan protect her. Twolegs were mysterious creatures, and she could never know how gentle or harsh they would be with a cat in (assumed) captivity.
Thrushface snapped her eyes open, turning to watch Oakkit. My promise still stands. I will keep Oakkit safe for when Squirrelpelt returns. And now she had another promise, to Mothstar. The rest of the camp would be safe, too, if she had a say in it.
Cherviltail nodded, his expression reflecting a mixture of calm and graveness. Almost as soon as the group of cats exited the camp, he parted his maw to drink in the forests' scents, trying to hone in on one in particular.
Mallowstem paced along, at rapt attention. She wanted to contribute in any way she could.
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Post by Flarestream on Jun 23, 2017 23:05:23 GMT -5
GONNA SLEP GNIGHT I LURVE YOU<333 seeya tomorrow!!
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 23, 2017 23:10:02 GMT -5
YOU AREEEE
gnight flaritabby<33
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Post by Feathertalon on Jun 23, 2017 23:38:17 GMT -5
Even though he was just a little kit there were so many things running through his mind right now. Most and foremost he wanted to go out there and look for his mother. What kind of leader just sat still while other cats did your job for you? A bad leader, that's what. But deep down he had to remind himself, albeit sadly, that he was still only a little kit. He wasn't a leader and wouldn't be for a long while yet. After a long moment of silence he nodded.
"I won't leave, Mottlepelt. Promise." He looked straight into Mottlepaw's gaze with his own as he spoke the words. He wouldn't leave camp. Mottlepaw was going to go out there. If any cat could find Squirrelpelt, it would be him.
Even despite the tension floating in the air Deadeye couldn't help but feel his body react to Thrushface's touch. The skin underneath his fur went warm. He tried shaking it off, tried forgetting about it, but he couldn't do that so easily. Just trying to ignore it seemed like the only option he had now.
The tom blinked when he heard Mothstar call out his name. He nodded to her in response. If the leader wanted him to watch over the camp then so be it. He would stay here for as long as he needed to, and with Thrushface's help, he was sure the camp would be well protected. Surely StarClan would keep them safe in their own camp right now. He drew in a long breath. Squirrelpelt would be fine. The camp would be fine.
His mind drifted to Oakkit. Deadeye perked his ears forward, flicking his tail as he tried to figure out where the little kit was right now. He parted his jaw to draw in the scents around him. There he was, not too far off. Mottlepaw's scent was still fresh, but Deadeye could tell he had went off to join the patrol by the path his scent was going in. "If your paw is better, perhaps we should get Oakkit to take a nap," the bi-colored male murmured softly, wondering if a nap would get the kit to calm down about his mother's disappearance.
A fine bunch had soon gathered alongside Mothstar. She nodded, looking the crew over once more - Cherviltail, her honorable deputy, Mallowstem, a secretive yet loyal warrior, and Mottlepaw, a somewhat shy cat but had a seemingly large heart. Satisfied with this the tabby flicked her tail in signal to head out. Upon entering the forest she began to take in a deep breath, scenting the air. Squirrelpelt's scent was heading toward the outside stream, and the stream was where her scent began to mingle in with twoleg scent.
With her patrol at her side, the leader padded forward, determined to find the queen.
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Post by Myst on Jun 24, 2017 10:27:32 GMT -5
I passed out last night??? Omg
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jun 24, 2017 18:12:15 GMT -5
[ Aye, I might throw in some characters here, just give me a moment to randomize my characters to figure out which ones to throw in! ]
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Post by whispering on Jun 24, 2017 18:18:21 GMT -5
im contemplating on whether to join this or not cuz it looks lit af but idek
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jun 24, 2017 19:22:06 GMT -5
im contemplating on whether to join this or not cuz it looks lit af but idek [ Come on in friendo, it'll be a good time c: ]
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Post by whispering on Jun 24, 2017 19:33:09 GMT -5
okeey thenn
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Post by dou on Jun 24, 2017 19:39:35 GMT -5
Breaths quick and shallow, ears perked and intent on listening, Rabbitpaw's claws extended and retracted, kneading contently into the moss of his nest. He flicked his whiskers, green eyes closed as he purred softly to himself. Dull grey fur fluffed up as he opened his eyes, looking forwards as he watched his mentor leave the den. He flicked his small tail, tongue rasping against his bright pink nose. He shrugged and trotted from the den, ears perked as he awaited for his mentor's arrival. It didn't happen quickly. He sighed softly, shaking his head before settling down outside of the den, his ears flattening against his skull.
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Brightnose lifted her head, blind eyes opening as the sightlessness flooded back to her. Dreams of being able to see again, chasing rabbits and birds crowding in her mind. She huffed to herself before getting to her paws, ears flicking as she stumbled from the den. Her tail flicked as she stumbled around aimlessly. Finally, exiting the den, the elder sniffed the air, listening to the squeals of Oakkit. She smiled softly before sitting down just outside of the den. She searched- with her ears- for someone to chat with. Someone to share stories with.
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Post by Myst on Jun 24, 2017 20:18:07 GMT -5
I lowkey wanna join tbh cause I missed this
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jun 24, 2017 20:19:38 GMT -5
I lowkey wanna join tbh cause I missed this [ Honey me too but idk what characters to put in I have so many haha ]
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