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Post by capnwednesday on Jul 11, 2018 19:42:43 GMT -5
Deputy - Whitenose - A petite she-cat with yellow eyes. She has mainly black fur. She has a single stripe of white fur down the bridge of her nose. Her chin, chest, and belly are all connected by white fur as well. - Mother of Foxpaw.
Warrior - Tigerpelt- A large tomcat with green eyes. He has long dusty gray fur with darker tabby stripes. Part of his left ear is missing and the rest of it is scarred.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2018 7:46:54 GMT -5
Warrior - Hawkthorn - A tall tortoiseshell tabby molly with long fur and yellow eyes. She has many scars, most notably one going across her chest in a crisscross pattern.- Mother to Hickorypaw.
Warrior - Whitewhisker - A slim mostly white tom with brown patches on the back of his head, back, legs, and tail, and the body of a weasel. His eyes are blue, and he has no scars.- No known family relations, open to some. Former apprentice of Hawkthorn.
Apprentice - Hickorypaw - A small, scraggly dark brown tabby tom. He looks similar to Hawkthorn in markings, but does not have her massive physique or her posture.- Son of Hawkthorn.
Apprentice - Birchpaw - A tall tan tabby cat with striking dark stripes. They have a long tail and paws, but short ears, and their eyes are a teal color. - Grandchild of Palewhisker.
Elder - Palewhisker - A frail old tan tom with aged amber eyes. He has many scars around his neck, and has a small white dash on his chin. - Grandfather to Birchpaw
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2018 9:50:27 GMT -5
The last thing Hickorypaw wanted was to interact with his mother. She was a devoted Clan cat, yes. A bit conservative, but unflinching in loyalty. And she was a good mentor- Whitewhisker, her old apprentice, was so impacted that he now was pretty much a pair of extra eyes and ears for her. But Hawkthorn wasn't a good mother. Stop doing that. Your posture is terrible; no Clan cat will want anyone looking like that. You'd probably be faster if you didn't eat as much. Quit overreacting. No cat will love you if you keep acting like this. Despite being an apprentice now, far from his mother's milk, it still haunted him at times. He leaned to take a drink of water from a clear puddle just out of camp. When he looked up, he was met with the blue eyes of Whitewhisker. "You're not very much like your mother." "I don't want to be." Whitewhisker sat in amused shock before breaking into laughter. "what are you talking about? Hawkthorn's one of the best warriors! What, do you want to end up like Palewhisker instead? Alone and unloved?" Hickorypaw said nothing. "Your mother wants the best for you. You really should listen to her. Her advice sure helped me." For a brief second, there seemed to be a waver in Whitewhisker's voice, but another moment and it was gone. He turned back towards the warrior den and trotted off, his tail swishing back and forth like a horse's. Hickorypaw, a weary look in his eye, looked to the oaks above him for an answer to an escape from his mother and all that rolled off her tongue. The oaks held no reply.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2018 10:27:44 GMT -5
Whitewhisker nodded, briskly leaving. As a kit, he had always been a wayward one, unruly and wild- but Hawkthorn had trained that out of him. He never thought much of it, anyway. He approached Birchpaw with a warm smile. "You've been chosen for the border patrol," he announced grandly before skipping off. Birchpaw huffed and got to their feet, trying to keep up with Whitewhisker. It wasn't so much that Birchpaw was slow- Whitewhisker was just very fast, and often very silent. They arrived at the den about the same time. "Here they are. I'd like to come too, if you wouldn't mind." He made a mental note to tell everything to Hawkthorn, as she usually asked of him when he went somewhere without her- she said it helped her to know the area, but Whitewhisker wasn't always sure why she asked it every time. He didn't have it in him to question her.
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Post by hazelmarie on Jul 12, 2018 10:32:00 GMT -5
Warrior - Puddlestep - A large blue-gray tom with green eyes and two white front paws. He has a nick in his right ear. - father to Goldenpaw and Splashpaw
Medicine Cat - Sparrowsong - an average sized brown tabby tom with amber eyes and long fur. He has little dark brown tufts of fur on the tops of his ears. - brother to Puddlestep
Warrior - Cloudleap - a slender white she-cat with light brown facial markings and stunning blue eyes. she has a small scar on her nose. - maybe Whitewhisker’s sister if you’re okay with that
Apprentice - Goldenpaw - a small gold and brown tabby she-cat with long fur and green eyes. she has a long, feather-like tail - Puddlestep’s daughter, sister of Splashpaw
Apprentice - Splashpaw - a large pale gray tom with amber eyes and a startling pink nose - Puddlestep’s son, brother of Goldenpaw
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Post by capnwednesday on Jul 13, 2018 22:26:21 GMT -5
im alive im so tired of staying late at work man wanna rp our babes peppa???? c: }}
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2018 16:16:24 GMT -5
Birchpaw nodded apprehensively- when their mother Tallstripe was alive, she had taught them to listen very well. "I'll see if I can get there." There was just the slightest hint of passive-aggressiveness, buried deep in their etiquette, in those words- as if they felt Sandowl didn't have faith in their ability. They wandered lopsidedly around the Great Sycamore- their pose was confident, but their eyes suggested something else.
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Post by capnwednesday on Jul 14, 2018 16:19:00 GMT -5
{yeah, its just like old times lol}
Whitenose had volunteered herself for the dawn patrol. As of late, her energy levels had gone down significantly. Perhaps it was the stress of being a deputy or the fact that she was a young mother of two... She wasn't quite sure. She snoozed away the rest of the morning in the warrior's den. She finally stirred. She gave a long yawn, slowly opening her yellow eyes. She remained still for a moment before getting to her paws. She gave a deep stretch, her claws unsheathing and digging into the soil. She shook out her fur and slipped out of the warrior's den, her eyes searching the clearing. Falconstar's scent hit her nose almost instantly. She purred softly to herself as she trotted over to the fresh kill pile. She picked out a plump looking mouse before heading over to the highrock. She leaped up the rocks and padded over to Falconstar's side, laying down the mouse at her paws. "You look comfortable," she stated. She settled down at her side, affectionately brushing her head against her mate's cheek. "Have you eaten?" she questioned.
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Post by capnwednesday on Jul 14, 2018 20:02:20 GMT -5
Whitenose gave a small purr of amusement as Falconstar informed her of her mother's actions. "How kind of her," she replied. Her yellow eyes flickered over the clearing, enjoying the sun on her back and the warmth from her mate in the comfortable silence that settled between them. Her gaze slowly fell back onto Falconstar, her fur prickling with concern. "But you had one bite..." It was useless arguing with her. She stared down at the mouse, hesitating before taking a bite. She chewed slowly, looking a little distressed. This was not a comfortable silence. It had developed into something tense, but perhaps that was just Whitenose. She was always overly concerned, overly protective, overly caring - not only to her mate and daughters, but also her clanmates. Her ears perked up as Falconstar spoke. "...Not particularly... I mean I suppose I've always imagined myself reuniting with my mother in Starclan..." She turned her head, looking to her mate. "Why do you ask?" she questioned.
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Post by capnwednesday on Jul 14, 2018 22:15:35 GMT -5
what a throwback we've known each other for waaaay too long bro lolol }
Whitenose couldn't take her eyes off of Falconstar. The tip of her tail was flicking back and forth, she was obviously worried for her mate. She silently listened to her explain what exactly was bothering her. She leaned into Falconstar's touch, responding almost immediately. "I don't think it's strange. I don't think anyone has the right to judge you unless they've been where you've been. It's a completely reasonable fear..." She trailed off, letting out a long exhale. "Whatever happens, we'll be together in the end," she added. She idly nudged the mouse with her nose, unsure if she had lost her appetite or not.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2018 10:39:50 GMT -5
"I know where we're going!" said Birchpaw, almost defensively- like a thorn had lodged itself in their pawpad. They continued on the path, posed like a Twoleg's hunting dog sniffing the grasses, before coming to the buff-colored, smooth stones of Snakerocks. "See?" They tried to sound polite, but their mother's rebelliousness was evident in them- she had passed down to Birchpaw more than her pale coat. After a brief check on the rocks, Birchpaw continued onward without looking back- it was evident they would rather not go there.
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Post by capnwednesday on Jul 18, 2018 23:20:10 GMT -5
its cool man <3 lolol no one can be elan except elan, its too risky }}
Whitenose's ears immediately went back. Indeed, she was no longer hungry. Flowerpaw... Whitenose loved her unconditionally, but her clanmates were harsh judges of her soft character. The tip of her tail flicked back and forth, it was obviously a topic she didn't enjoy discussing. One - because she didn't quite understand it herself. But two - because she was her daughter, no one else could see her the way Whitenose did. She felt guilty, as if she had made Flowerpaw that way. But what could she do? "I... I don't know..." She sat still for a moment before getting to her paws. She shot a look down to Falconstar, "I don't know. I don't how to fix it or help it. I'm trying," she answered. For once, her soft voice was slightly abrupt. She flexed her claws into the rock, calming herself. She hung her head, letting out a sigh. "I'm sorry..." she stated, "It's just... Difficult for me. I just feel so responsible as her mother. I don't understand what I did wrong."
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