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Post by vocebulery on Dec 10, 2018 16:20:25 GMT -5
Dovecloud stared down at his paws and felt her face heat up, this time on the verge of tears. The words tumbled out faster than she wanted to. They hadn't been let out in such a long time. "Sometimes I wish I could have fought that badger instead... or been there to dive in the water after t-them..." She didn't let any tears fall though as she looked back up at him. "Am I just that unlucky? For everything to fall apart around me like this?" she said quietly, voice strained. She didn't expect him to answer, so she just averted her gaze to the side. ((hhhhhHHH my heart)) ((Hnng the poor soft baby)) Hawkjaw gaped At Dovecloud for a few seconds, unsure of what to say. Instead of words, he scooted himself beside her and pressed himself against her. βDovecloud...β he started, his voice full of sympathy. He searched for the words to say, and found that he was speechless. βYouβre not unlucky. Youβre meant for more.β Was all he ended up saying in an effort to comfort the anxious warrior.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Dec 10, 2018 16:38:09 GMT -5
Dovecloud buried her muzzle into his side, attempting not to cry. "I'm sorry," was all she could get out, before taking a deep shuddering breath to calm herself. She felt like she could be more comfortable and open around him... even if he didn't quite understand what she was saying. His words were calming, in the moment at least.
((*someone comes in* get a room yall))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2018 16:43:26 GMT -5
Rowanheart nodded. βYeah, they really are.β He furrowed his brows for a moment. βSkystar is so intimidating.β he laughed lightly. βI swear, the only time Iβve talked to that tom was to have my naming ceremonies and my assessment.β He shook his head. βHighest of respects, but how did Foxstep of all cats get so close to him?β Foxstep was a respectable warrior, but she had never been unreachable as the leader was. (Going to bed! Nightπ) βIβve talked to that grump before, especially when I was a kit. Heβd always have me by the whiskers because I want a bother or too annoying. Itβs not my fault he couldnβt take a joke.β Crookedcall smirked, then again the joke was just her ripping of sleeping catsβ whiskers. {Firepaw} Firepaw sheathed and unsheathed her claws with irritation, βWe should be fighting fire with fire. They get to play dirty and make us look weak and scared...I want them dead Palepaw.β She mewed bitterly.
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Post by vocebulery on Dec 10, 2018 16:53:35 GMT -5
Rowanheartβs whiskers twitched in amusement. βBecause Iβm sure as a kit you were so eager to please.β He laughed. βIβm sure he only wastes his breath on important cats, anyhow.β His tail flicked once. βOh well, gives us more leeway to do more anyways.β
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Dec 10, 2018 16:54:15 GMT -5
Palepaw frowned. "Me too," she said as her tail started to lash. "We'll get them. I promise."
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Post by xfogpathx on Dec 10, 2018 17:36:11 GMT -5
Stormpaw sniffled, but a glimmer of hope was evident in his stormy eyes. He was tired of being alone today. βY-Yes, definitely.β He meowed, gesturing with a paw for her to stand beside him. Once she approached him, he began packing mud once more into the branches of a tree he had drug to the ground. Now, the little treeβs most highest branches hung down into the ground to make a shelter. βIβm just securing these into the ground.β He meowed indifferently. βYou just drag it to the ground and pack the mud.β "Can do, boss." Cobwebpaw teased, trying to lighten the other apprentice's mood. She reached up on her hind legs and carefully picked a branch before dragging it down with her claws. She nudged it close to his other branches and began to slather it in mud to keep out drafts. She spent a few minutes perfecting her craft before pulling away and waving her tail showily in front of her contribution. "Well, what do you think, Stormpaw? Do I pass my den building assessment?" she asked, standing back to let him examine her work. Her choice of words struck her suddenly and she couldn't help her frown.
Assessments. Hers and Trickelpaw's warrior assessments kept getting pushed back from one horrible tragedy or another and now...At this rate, she'd be old and blind by the time she became a warrior. Cobwebpaw sighed and shook out her pelt to relax, accidentally shaking some of the mud from her legs to everything surrounding her. "Whoops!"
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Post by vocebulery on Dec 10, 2018 18:19:19 GMT -5
Stormpaw looked with indifference at the other apprenticeβs work. βLooks nice.β He meowed dully before turning once more to his own work. He appreciated her being there, he really did, but a smile just couldnβt form on his muzzle right now. That was, until mud slung onto him from the direction of Cobwebpaw. βPfft, whatβs the big idea?β He meowed, shaking his pelt vigorously. A soft smile formed on his face. βYou did that on purpose, didnβt you?β
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Post by vocebulery on Dec 10, 2018 18:20:53 GMT -5
Dovecloud buried her muzzle into his side, attempting not to cry. "I'm sorry," was all she could get out, before taking a deep shuddering breath to calm herself. She felt like she could be more comfortable and open around him... even if he didn't quite understand what she was saying. His words were calming, in the moment at least. ((*someone comes in* get a room yall)) Hawkjaw wrapped his tail around the She-catβs shoulders. βShh, donβt be sorry.β He meowed softly, licking her forehead comfortingly. βMaybe now is a good time to rest, yes?β
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2018 18:32:11 GMT -5
Rowanheartβs whiskers twitched in amusement. βBecause Iβm sure as a kit you were so eager to please.β He laughed. βIβm sure he only wastes his breath on important cats, anyhow.β His tail flicked once. βOh well, gives us more leeway to do more anyways.β Crookedcall boredly unsheathed and sheathed a claw as she spoke, βMore leeway for what exactly? Itβs not like we can roam our own territory freely now.β
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2018 18:33:17 GMT -5
Palepaw frowned. "Me too," she said as her tail started to lash. "We'll get them. I promise." Firepaw leaned against her friend and rested her head on her shoulder, she was glad to have her now. βMomβs been so quiet after since the burial. Sheβs been in the nursery all day...I donβt think sheβs eaten.β
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Post by vocebulery on Dec 10, 2018 20:07:36 GMT -5
βWell, some of us arenβt scaredy-mouses and donβt mind getting our paws wet. Itβs easy to explore the land if youβre willing.β Replied Rowanheart cheekily. βIn fact, itβs kind of neat to see the way the land has changed. More challenge this way.β
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Dec 10, 2018 20:46:02 GMT -5
A soft smile lifted Palepaw's face. "We can try to give her this mouse, then," she said. She gave her friend a comforting lick on the ear, then picked up the mouse. She stood and motioned her head toward the nursery.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Dec 10, 2018 20:47:45 GMT -5
Dovecloud nodded, suddenly feeling more tired than she was a few moments ago. Her eyes remained closed, and she didn't know if he intended to move, but after a few moments her breathing had slowed to an even rhythm. Her head was still resting on his shoulder.
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Post by vocebulery on Dec 10, 2018 21:01:07 GMT -5
Hawkjaw sighed as Dovecloud fell asleep. It had been a long day, and he had been fighting sleep since he had returned to the clearing. Slowly, her slowed, rhythmic breathing lulled him into a deep sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2018 21:02:18 GMT -5
βWell, some of us arenβt scaredy-mouses and donβt mind getting our paws wet. Itβs easy to explore the land if youβre willing.β Replied Rowanheart cheekily. βIn fact, itβs kind of neat to see the way the land has changed. More challenge this way.β βAre you calling me a scaredy mouse?β Crookedcall gave a half glare to the tom, βIβm not scared of this flooded forest unlike Skystar whose been nothing but a slug all day!β Meg was back at her rogue camp, she was resting in a cold and empty cage was rags as her bedding. She stared blankly at the corner, wondering what to do. She wanted to see him again, she actually felt a trust building between her and the tom. She didnβt even feel burdened by the fact that they were on opposite fields. βBut what if Shadow finds out...? I donβt want her hating me. Iβve already had enough of that in the past.β
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2018 21:03:45 GMT -5
A soft smile lifted Palepaw's face. "We can try to give her this mouse, then," she said. She gave her friend a comforting lick on the ear, then picked up the mouse. She stood and motioned her head toward the nursery. With a nervous gaze, Firepaw followed her clanmate. βShe doesnβt get it.β She thought as they entered the nursery to see Jasminefoot curled up in a nest. It was Frostpawβs nest that she took from the apprentice den. She hardly noticed the two coming in.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Dec 10, 2018 21:35:16 GMT -5
Palepaw ducked only her head into the nursery and dropped the mouse at her paws. She saw Jasminefoot curled up, not noticing the two apprentices. "Um... Jasminefoot?" she asked quietly, unsure of what to do. If she remembered anything from last night, it was that Jasminefoot wasn't in a terrific mood.
((jasminefoot: L E A V E palepaw: :o
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2018 23:20:54 GMT -5
Jasminefootβs ear twitched but she didnβt turn to face the young cats. Firepaw figured this would happen, she stepped towards her mother and spoke, βMom?β The mother shifted a bit in her nest, she craned her head towards the two cats. Her once beautiful green eyes were now dull, swollen and red. Her face was stained with tears along with her fur being knotted and dirty, βWhat...What is it sweetie?β She said in a raspy weak tone. Firepaw frowned at the sight of her mother, βW-we brought you some prey-Mom.β She sniffed as Jasminefoot shook her head and turned back away from the two. βIβm not hungry. Share it with your brother...β
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wildwatcher
Profile pic is my two Good Bois, Samandriel and Galyrith
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Post by wildwatcher on Dec 11, 2018 2:50:28 GMT -5
Claytangle | Groveclan Territory | xfogpathx's Crookedpounce She didn't protest at all, for she smelled a mouse nearby as they approached. She hastily hissed, "Be quiet!" as they neared the smell, annoyed that he would talk to loud on a hunting trip. Her tail lashed but she wasn't that angry, just annoyed with him. Was he stupid? He'd scare off what little prey they had around them. She focused on the area and the smells coming towards them. Now, where was that mouse?
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wildwatcher
Profile pic is my two Good Bois, Samandriel and Galyrith
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Post by wildwatcher on Dec 11, 2018 2:54:08 GMT -5
Jumpytail | Groveclan Territory | β¨ nissabug β¨'s Gremlin "Not to be rude, but why IS your fur so thin?" Jumpytail asked, hoping the rogue wouldn't take offense. He seemed to be losing an awful lot of fur. Did he do that out of nervous habit, or was he diseased? The she-cat hoped he'd answer honestly, because she didn't really want to look like him, though she'd never say something so mean to his face.
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Post by vocebulery on Dec 11, 2018 10:08:32 GMT -5
βWell, some of us arenβt scaredy-mouses and donβt mind getting our paws wet. Itβs easy to explore the land if youβre willing.β Replied Rowanheart cheekily. βIn fact, itβs kind of neat to see the way the land has changed. More challenge this way.β βAre you calling me a scaredy mouse?β Crookedcall gave a half glare to the tom, βIβm not scared of this flooded forest unlike Skystar whose been nothing but a slug all day!β Meg was back at her rogue camp, she was resting in a cold and empty cage was rags as her bedding. She stared blankly at the corner, wondering what to do. She wanted to see him again, she actually felt a trust building between her and the tom. She didnβt even feel burdened by the fact that they were on opposite fields. βBut what if Shadow finds out...? I donβt want her hating me. Iβve already had enough of that in the past.β βCare to prove it, curly cat?β Rowanheart taunted, bounding toward where he had entered into the clearing earlier. βLetβs see if youβre much more than a smiling slug after a trek through the floods!β He called over his shoulder as, with one last daunting tail-flick, he bounced into the woods. Maybe we can get some hunting done He thought, kind of guiltily since he felt like he had been of no help to the clan since the night of the flood. Since Meg.
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Post by vocebulery on Dec 11, 2018 10:14:40 GMT -5
Hawkjaw awoke a few hours later, when the sun was finally sending its last rays over the clearing. Harsh, orange light shone on his dark tabby pelt, warming him in a comfortable,Lulling way. The feeling of warm fur pressed against him startled him a bit, but he was immediately calmed by knowing it was the precious Dovecloud. The warrior still slept soundly beside him, so he sat still as a rock to not disturb her. A deep, resonating purr echoed in his throat, and for a moment all of his worries were forgotten. He pressed his nose onto her forehead for a moment and drank in her scent.
(Hawkjaw: I have no clue what Iβm doing but I cannot wake my pet)))
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Post by vocebulery on Dec 11, 2018 10:25:03 GMT -5
Germaine noticed Meg was back from her lonesome trek. βHey, girlie.β He meowed, bouncing up in his lanky, goofy way. He was happy she had returned safely, and wondered if sheβd disclose where she had been for a whole night.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2018 10:40:07 GMT -5
Crookedcall smirked and lashed out her tail at his challenge, βAlright. Keep up with me then Rowanpaw.β She snickered before she sprang off towards the entrance and left camp without a care in the world.
Crookedcall sees Meg: look Rowan, imma kill that rogue Rowanheart: AHHHH NO- I mean...killing is wrong....β
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2018 10:41:07 GMT -5
Germaine noticed Meg was back from her lonesome trek. βHey, girlie.β He meowed, bouncing up in his lanky, goofy way. He was happy she had returned safely, and wondered if sheβd disclose where she had been for a whole night. Meg looked up at the tom, βHey scatterbug...I havenβt seen Shadow since I came back. Where is she?β She asked in hopes of changing the subject
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Post by vocebulery on Dec 11, 2018 11:24:55 GMT -5
Germaine noticed Meg was back from her lonesome trek. βHey, girlie.β He meowed, bouncing up in his lanky, goofy way. He was happy she had returned safely, and wondered if sheβd disclose where she had been for a whole night. Meg looked up at the tom, βHey scatterbug...I havenβt seen Shadow since I came back. Where is she?β She asked in hopes of changing the subject Germaine, oblivious to Megβs avoidance of the subject, shrugged his shoulders. βI dunno, earlier I saw her talking to some cream colored tom.β He meowed indifferently. βI think his name was Casper, sound familiar to you? They seemed a little agitated with each other but Shadow obviously knows him.β He flicked his tail, curiously raising his eyes to the top of the uncovered kennel. βYou donβt think that was the cat that used to run the group, do you? Iβve only heard stories of him.β
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Post by vocebulery on Dec 11, 2018 11:33:41 GMT -5
Crookedcall smirked and lashed out her tail at his challenge, βAlright. Keep up with me then Rowanpaw.β She snickered before she sprang off towards the entrance and left camp without a care in the world. Crookedcall sees Meg: look Rowan, imma kill that rogue Rowanheart: AHHHH NO- I mean...killing is wrong....β (RH: Uh hey lets just act like we didnβt see that cat CC: screeches a battlecry and jumps on Meg))) Rowanheart let out a deep belly-laugh and raced after Crookedcall. The soft earth beneath his paws felt foreign to run on, and every few bounds he had to shake out a paw mid-air to rid it of moss, mud, or grass. After a while of playfully flicking mud on Crookedcall and her returning the gesture while they ran, the ground gave way to a muddy, low bog. βWait, Crookedcall.β Rowanheart meowed, stopping in his tracks as the mud ahead and water looked deeper than what was safe to walk over.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Dec 11, 2018 11:45:05 GMT -5
Palepaw frowned deeply. βAlright... See you later,β she said, then picked up the mouse again and ducked out of the den. She turned back and scanned the clearing, then spotted Stormpaw and Cobwebpaw shaking mud at each other. βHe seems to be in a better mood,β she mumbled through the mouse fur.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Dec 11, 2018 11:49:06 GMT -5
Gremlin stopped mid-scratch and glanced down at his flank. βUh... I dunno...β he began as he set down his foot, then shook out his pelt. βI donβt think anyone else in my family looked like this. But I donβt remember.β He was surprised; no one had really asked him why his fur was like that, they just said it was weird or gross and moved on. He smiled at her amusedly. βNo one else Iβve been around has turned out like this. Yet.β
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Dec 11, 2018 11:53:14 GMT -5
Dovecloud started to stir not long after Hawkjaw did, and she slowly opened her eyes. She was surprised she hadnβt slept through the whole night, but she was honestly glad as well. She could feel someone else next to her, and almost started to freak out before she rememeber it was Hawkjaw. She lifted her head to face him and blinked a few times, taking in what was happening. She shifted away from him and her eyes darted away, but a smile was still present on her face.
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