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Post by crane on Jul 16, 2018 1:27:48 GMT -5
Sand hullo hullo! i'm working on a character form now. :^)
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Post by Sand on Jul 16, 2018 1:31:39 GMT -5
hey, hey! I am too-- are you doing male or female? Just so I know when I write it up o:
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Post by crane on Jul 16, 2018 1:43:16 GMT -5
perhaps male? though really i don't mind. and you're okay with same-gender pairings yeah?
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Post by Sand on Jul 16, 2018 1:47:04 GMT -5
oh yes, I'm good with them! Male works perfectly o:
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Post by crane on Jul 16, 2018 1:48:37 GMT -5
ahaha sweet! i would have been fine going either way, but someone is doing a duplicate of this plot and they wanna use female characters so i changed my mind accordingly. cx
also. should we do thunder/river/wind/shadow or different clans?
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Post by Sand on Jul 16, 2018 2:01:23 GMT -5
Works for me, I have a character ready :-)
hmm, I'm good with doing the original clans, but different would be interesting.
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Post by crane on Jul 16, 2018 6:43:14 GMT -5
if we were to go for new clans, do you have any ideas?
aaand here's my character.
Birchpaw/heart. Approximately 19 moons. Sleek white fur with ginger-tabby patches behind each ear, at the base of his tail, and on one shoulder. Amber eyes, long whiskers, with slightly shorter legs than usual. Clever and idealistic, Birchpaw often fails to connect with other apprentices in his Clan. He is not big on fighting, which influenced his decision to train as a medicine cat. He looks to Star Clan more than his own mentor, having been reprimanded for his forward-thinking and open curiosity on more than one occasion. Likes nothing more than long and in-depth discussions about anything under the sun, though this has been difficult to source amongst his Clanmates. Speaks slowly and softly, coming across as more reserved than he really is. Has a close relationship with his mother, though his father remains unknown to both Birchpaw and the Clan - a source of uncharacteristic tension for the young tom. No surviving siblings. Mentored by one Dapplestep, current medicine cat of Birchpaw's Clan.
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Post by Sand on Jul 16, 2018 11:33:44 GMT -5
Poppypaw . 18 moons . [ vindictive - complex - confident ] Poppypaw is a pudgy tom with shorter limbs. Cloaked by a short, pale ginger coat, it seems as if he has a solid pelt but it has very faint mackerel tabby markings. These markings are more defined on his forehead, limbs, and tail. Poppypaw has long white whiskers and a pale pink nose. He has icy blue eyes. A more cunning, wily tom, Poppypaw isn’t as he seems. It’s difficult to tell that he has other intentions, ones that make him power hungry. He’s an opportunist and will take advantage of what he believes belongs to him and can help him along the way. However, this tom is confident with each step he takes and has high self assurance. Nothing, in his opinion, can stop Poppypaw. He’s sophisticated and enigmatic in the way he has a mysterious air. This tabby is one who may be difficult to understand, based on his words and actions. He’s obscure and doesn’t like to leave a “trail” behind him, so to speak. Poppypaw was born to his mother, Gingernose, and father, Whitethorn. He has two littermates— both she-cats by the names of Tawnypaw and Frostpaw. Mentored by Honeypatch. maybe it’s best to do the original clans? The only ideas I have would be similar to them but with different names & possibly different territories. I’ll put up Poppypaw’s medicine cat name once I’ve thought of one.
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Post by crane on Jul 17, 2018 12:37:42 GMT -5
brilliant! he sounds perfect omg. also that ref photo suits so well.
i reckon we should jsut go w the original clans, yeah. maybe forest territory instead of lake? i reckon birchpaw could fit into thunderclan or riverclan just fine.
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Post by Sand on Jul 17, 2018 15:11:38 GMT -5
Thank you o: I love Birchpaw omg <33 he's adorable
I agree! I think Poppypaw could fit in Shadow or Wind despite his legs being short.
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Post by crane on Jul 18, 2018 0:46:15 GMT -5
sweet! well i'll put birchpaw in thunder, for the sake of ease. cx
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Post by Sand on Jul 18, 2018 0:54:16 GMT -5
All right! I'll put Poppypaw in WindClan since it's closer to Thunder x]
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Post by crane on Jul 18, 2018 0:57:32 GMT -5
sweet! shall we begin, then?
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Post by Sand on Jul 18, 2018 0:59:11 GMT -5
sure!
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Post by crane on Jul 18, 2018 2:29:06 GMT -5
Birchpaw's pelt prickled with anticipation as he waited for Dapplestep to give him the go-ahead. The half-moon hung in the sky above their heads, and by the light of it he could just make out his mentor's tabby tail-tip, twitching back and forth. After a few more moments, she moved forward through the heather, and Birchpaw followed eagerly. The scents of the moor drifted all around him, and he could taste the new scents on his tongue. Though he'd been on this journey before, it was always exciting to be on their way to share tongues with StarClan. Eventually, they crested the hill in WindClan's territory, and Birchpaw glanced back the way they'd come, his ThunderClan home a dark like of trees in the distance.
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Post by crane on Jul 18, 2018 2:29:32 GMT -5
that's my poor attempt at a starter lmao
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Post by Sand on Jul 18, 2018 2:48:55 GMT -5
[ Starters suck tbh — they’re way too hard to write ]
Poppypaw .
Thankfully for Poppypaw and his short legs, he and his mentor didn’t have to travel far to to the Highstones and finally approach the Moonstone. As he padded far behind Honeypatch, he let out a heavy sigh before realizing they were approaching the Highstones. Finally. That felt like it took forever, he thought, glancing at the pale tabby before him. She muttered something to the younger tom and beckoned him to move forward with her tail. ”I’m right behind you, Honeypatch,” he mewed, picking up the pace.
The scent of ThunderClan wasn’t too far off and it seemed that RiverClan had beat them there. As for ShadowClan, the ginger tabby wasn’t sure where they were. Their scent was stale as it was likely a moon and a half old. His nose twitched as his mentor took a seat outside the Moonstone’s opening and he sat right besides her. He could see the half moon reflect in Honeypatch’s pale eyes as she let out a snort. ”They are always late,” she whined.
Poppypaw meowed in agreement while taking a moment to groom his messy pelt which had strands of heather and grass in it. He wasn’t a fan of the moor, but it wasn’t like he had much of a choice. The medicine cat apprentice’s blue eyes darted around, following moths that floated towards the moon. He could only hope tonight would be eventful or he would die of boredom.
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Post by crane on Jul 18, 2018 3:02:31 GMT -5
Birchpaw spotted movement ahead of them, and he picked up the pace. Highstones rose high above him, and he felt the same ominous tug in his paws that he always experienced this close to Mothermouth. He scented the air. WindClan and RiverClan, but no ShadowClan. He breathed in a steadying sigh, shook his fur out, and moved to greet the other cats. They were mere silhouettes against the peaks of Highstones, but he knew them by name.
Blizzardfoot of RiverClan, old and dottery and still without an apprentice, Honeypatch of WindClan with her apprentice Poppypaw - the only living cat Birchpaw had ever found himself genuinely intrigued by. ShadowClan's medicine cat, Thornfeather, had recently taken on an apprentice too. His name was Yellowpaw, and despite Birchpaw's hopes that he might be just as curious and interesting as Poppypaw, he proved to be rather boring. Not that Birchpaw would ever say it to his face.
"Hello, everyone," the ThunderClan tom mewed, dipping his snowy head, though the greeting seemed to be directed at Poppypaw more than anyone else. They'd only met a pawful of times, but Birchpaw wanted to get to know the other tom better. He was different, somehow, in a way that reminded Birchpaw of himself. Dapplestep followed, moving to touch noses with Honeypatch.
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Post by Sand on Jul 18, 2018 17:46:11 GMT -5
Poppypaw . of WindClan . Poppypaw's icy blue eyes flickered in the moon light when he noticed the ThunderClan medicine cat and medicine cat apprentice stroll into the Highstones. They seemed well off, despite that Honeypatch had told him otherwise. Hearing Birchpaw's greeting, he got to his paws and padded over to the white-and-ginger tomcat. "Hello, Birchpaw," he greeted, his tabby tail swaying behind him. "How have things been in ThunderClan?"
To the WindClan feline, this was simply business related even though Birchpaw had caught his attention a few times before. However, he brushed it off as if it were not and something that formed out of nothing. All the two had in common was becoming medicine cats and their clans living close to each other. That was it and there was nothing further for him to discuss. Poppypaw glanced at Blizzardfoot of RiverClan, who he assumed would never pick an apprentice. He did his best to not let out a snort but instead turned his attention back to Birchpaw. He would have to do with the ThunderClan medicine cat apprentice as his company.
"Did you see ShadowClan on your way through? Honeypatch and I were first here, then came Blizzardfoot and you with Dapplestep," he mewed, lifting a free paw to groom his right ear. "I have a feeling they won't show up tonight. Maybe Yellowpaw decided to lead Thornfeather here and they got lost." He let out a mrrow of amusement at the thought of Yellowpaw. To be frank, he wasn't too fond of the ShadowClan medicine cat apprentice. He found Yellowpaw to be a thorn in anyone's side, no matter if you met them every moon or so.
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Post by crane on Jul 19, 2018 6:06:49 GMT -5
Birchpaw kneaded the ground, claws unsheathed. "No sign of ShadowClan, no," he responded, ignoring the way his belly twisted when Poppypaw spoke. He was clever enough to know what this might mean, and also clever enough to pretend it wasn't happening. He had no intention of betraying his feelings for the other tom, if you could even call them that. He stifled a genuine mrrow of laughter when Poppypaw made his joke at Yellowpaw's expense. It wasn't that Birchpaw didn't like Yellowpaw. He just... It was complicated.
"ThunderClan's rather well, actually." He dipped his head, licked at his chest fur a couple of times in a show of self-consciousness. Or maybe it was an attempt to suppress his excitement. "Dapplestep left me in charge of Whiterock's kitting, and all four have made it just fine so far," he admitted, eyes sparkling. "Probably much more due to having a healthy mother and father than anything to do with me." Humility was something Birchpaw practised as much as he preached. "But what about you?" he paused, stumbled over his words slightly. "WindClan, I mean. How are things?"
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Post by Sand on Jul 19, 2018 16:43:04 GMT -5
Poppypaw . of WindClan . As Birchpaw kneaded his claws into the ground, Poppypaw's ears flicked slightly due to a light breeze that was reaching the Highstones. He was growing impatient on waiting for ShadowClan's medicine cat and apprentice, so he began to run his claws into the ground beneath them. Hearing his company's mrrow of laughter, he returned the favor with a mrrow as well. It seemed as if the two agreed on Yellowpaw which made him feel that he could be more open with the tom before him.
He froze in place to listen to the white-and-ginger feline, genuinely interested about ThunderClan. He didn't care much for RiverClan nor ShadowClan, but ThunderClan was a different story. Things that happened in ThunderClan always traveled to the Four Trees and the Highstones. It made life a bit more exciting for the ginger tabby. "Congratulations on delivering Whiterock's kits. That's a big accomplishment!" he mewed cheerfully before hearing the humility in Birchpaw's tone. "No, I would say it's because of you, Birchpaw. Had you not been present to deliver Whiterock's kits, they wouldn't be as healthy as they are now."
His icy blue eyes flickered with sharpness as he spoke. He wanted to reassure the medicine cat apprentice for some reason-- maybe it was because he despised humility. Whatever it was, humility didn't roll off his tongue unlike Birchpaw's. It seemed he preferred it compared to Poppypaw. "Me or WindClan? I suppose I can tell you about both," he meowed, mrrowing in amusement. "WindClan is doing quite well. Tinyfern's kits were apprenticed only a few sunsets ago and they are a rowdy bunch. I think two of them may be going to the next Gathering. Marigoldwing is having her first litter and they are due any day now. As for me, I've been fairing well. I think Honeypatch will have me deliver Marigoldwing's litter when she's prepared to kit."
Pausing for a moment, he realized that he hadn't asked Birchpaw how he was doing. It wasn't that it didn't matter to the pale tabby, but he would rather return the favor sooner than later. "And you, Birchpaw; how are you doing?"
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Post by crane on Jul 21, 2018 4:42:28 GMT -5
[hey so. i'm super sorry but i'm gonna take like a little break from my plots, bc we've had a family emergency, and i'm busy w my boyfriend and other things. i promise i'll be up and running again asap!]
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Post by Sand on Jul 21, 2018 20:27:47 GMT -5
[ don't apologize! enjoy your time off <3 ]
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