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Post by Blossomshadow on Jul 23, 2018 15:08:38 GMT -5
(I left some stuff out, Storm. Check the moon lit rock page again lol oops)
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jul 23, 2018 15:46:52 GMT -5
Sparkly, do you want to rp Russetpaw and Ridgepaw together?)
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jul 23, 2018 16:07:05 GMT -5
(lol you should because they're both in the prophecy)
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jul 23, 2018 16:35:17 GMT -5
(haha. they don't have to but lol)
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jul 23, 2018 16:54:11 GMT -5
(night!)
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jul 24, 2018 10:49:53 GMT -5
(Yay)
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Heterosexual
Storm
don't judge my activity m8 last time I was on here was three years ago
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Post by Storm on Jul 24, 2018 11:05:52 GMT -5
Rainstar padded in through the camp entrance and gazed at the clan. His clan. A rush of pride flowed through him, only to be replaced by huge waves of anxiety. What if I fail?
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 25, 2018 1:55:19 GMT -5
"There's really not anything to do," Morningfrost sighed, laying her head on her paws before staring at the earth. She reached out to clip a pebble with her paw, sending it bouncing away and stopping as she lost interest in it quickly. She still didn't feel that bad, and wished Maplepaw wouldn't make a big deal out if it, but oh well.
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Post by Blossomshadow on Jul 31, 2018 10:31:46 GMT -5
Sitting beside the prey pile, the young apprentice watched the hustle and bustle of the camp as she quietly at her mouse. Licking her lips after nearly every bite to savor its wonderful juiciness, she couldn't help but think of her mother. Her father, Birchstorm, had told her and her sister many stories of their mother and unfortunately the sisters never got the chance to fully appreciate the leader's love. When the kits were born, she had fallen ill with a strange sickness that had taken several other members of the clan include the deputy, a warrior and an apprentice. She hoped her father or her sister got sick, or even herself.
Today it was overcast and the scent of rain hung in the air. She prayed she'd be able to go hunting before the weather turned nasty.
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Post by Blossomshadow on Aug 1, 2018 7:47:02 GMT -5
(wanna rp?)
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Post by Blossomshadow on Aug 1, 2018 8:12:34 GMT -5
(I've already got Ridgepaw's first post up above, if you'd like to start from there)
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Pansexual
Sparkly
Unofficial Forum President, and the unofficial patrol saint of black cats with blue eyes.
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Post by Sparkly on Aug 1, 2018 8:38:43 GMT -5
Sitting beside the prey pile, the young apprentice watched the hustle and bustle of the camp as she quietly at her mouse. Licking her lips after nearly every bite to savor its wonderful juiciness, she couldn't help but think of her mother. Her father, Birchstorm, had told her and her sister many stories of their mother and unfortunately the sisters never got the chance to fully appreciate the leader's love. When the kits were born, she had fallen ill with a strange sickness that had taken several other members of the clan include the deputy, a warrior and an apprentice. She hoped her father or her sister got sick, or even herself. Today it was overcast and the scent of rain hung in the air. She prayed she'd be able to go hunting before the weather turned nasty. Russetpaw was sitting curled in a corner of camp, her muzzle tucked under her front paws. She was thinking - she had attempted to talk to her father, Birchstorm, this morning, but he had simply ignored her. Usually, the tom was always ready and willing to talk with his kits, so now could anything have changed today? Her gaze flickered around camp, landing on the warrior's den, staring unblinking into the den through the entrance. No doubt Birchstorm was tucked in there, as he almost always was. Russetpaw's gaze landed on her sister, Ridgepaw, and she stood up, padding over to her. "Hey," She mewed quietly, settling next to Ridgepaw. "Can I talk to you?"
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Post by Blossomshadow on Aug 1, 2018 8:52:42 GMT -5
The sisters always had a good relationship with their father; it was even stronger now that they were just a family of three. Truthfully, there must be something bothering the tom because he'd skipped their usual morning hunting trip. Plain and simple, ever since Rainstar got back from MoonLit Rock, Birchstorm had been acting distant. Had something happened?
Shaking her head as she finished off her mouse, she glanced up at her sister from her lying position. "I assume you want to talk about how odd father is being right now," the she-cat meowed, taking in her sister's worried and perplexed expression.
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Post by Blossomshadow on Aug 4, 2018 11:09:19 GMT -5
Ridgepaw glanced back at the den and gave it some thought. "I don't know," she admitted, wrapping her tail around her paws. "I believe that could be part of it. She isn't here to answer his questions and to guide him, not that he's incapable of making his own decisions." She draw a paw to her tongue and rubbed it on her forehead. "We will have to ask him, instead of making unsuccessful guesses over here."
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Post by Blossomshadow on Aug 4, 2018 11:46:40 GMT -5
"We can do it together," Ridgepaw decided, getting to her paws. "I think it would be smarter to play it off like we know that nothing is wrong, Russetpaw. Ask him to go hunting with us, for example. We don't want him getting defensive and shutting down." She meowed, starting to walk slowly over to the warriors' den.
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Post by Blossomshadow on Aug 4, 2018 12:26:16 GMT -5
Ridgepaw sighed, her worried-filled eyes watching the tom. Whether he was trying to sleep or not, he wasn't doing a very good job. He must be so lonely, she thought. She knew it must be so upsetting losing your mate and being forced to raise your children on your own. What could she possibly say to this tom?
Lifting her head high, she padded deeper into the tree-rooted burrow. The roots forced the ground up higher, giving way to a hole in the roof farther down into the den. "Birchstorm," Ridgepaw meowed lightly as they got closer to his nest. "Were we still planning to go hunting today? I think I will finally catch that rabbit that's been alluding our capture." She sounded chipper, but not high pitched. The sisters stopped at his nest, the tom's back still to them. For a moment, she wondered if he'd heard them, but with no other cats in the den, it would have been hard for him to miss it. She stepped back, giving him a moment.
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