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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2018 22:07:09 GMT -5
(adorable:))
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 20, 2018 22:07:53 GMT -5
(Heh, I’m glad! I’m working on Frostfeather now)
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 20, 2018 22:09:20 GMT -5
Feathertalon » Feathertalon herself had never really been an energetic cat. She had always been more reserved and paced herself, more thoughtful rather than going out and doing without putting any consideration behind it. Sleetfall himself seemed like that kind of cat, yet somehow he had fallen for the never ending energy supply that was Tigerflame. It was amusing if anything, seeing how different the two toms were yet seeing how well their relationship worked. Once again she was thinking about relationships, that feeling of longing swamping her as she thought back to how her and Bramblefur had once been together, how they had once been so close and loving and caring toward one another...how Bramblefur had been so socially able, how friendly he was, how kind, and then how distant and cold Feathertalon was... They, too, had been opposites, but it had worked. It had worked too well, and now Bramblefur was gone. Dead. Bones in the ground. Feathertalon would never get to see him again. She would never get to curl up beside him in the warriors' den after a long day of patrols and hunting. She would never get to hear his soft voice, hear his gentle laugh...
Before she knew it Feathertalon was walking stiff-legged out of camp. She pulled herself out of her thoughts and mentally growled at herself. Stop getting caught up in such thoughts. How many more times would she have to remind herself of that just in this day alone? She needed to be a rock. Needed to be sturdy for herself and for her Clan. She couldn't let the death of her mate get the better of her. She couldn't let her kits' "disappearance" get the better of her, either. That was all in the past. She needed to look to the future now.
Hearing Flintstar's voice snapped her out of such thoughts. She turned, leafy green gaze falling onto the other molly. After a moment she felt herself relaxing as she fell into conversation with her Clan leader. "I'm fine." That was a lie. "Prey is running well and I'm happy to be able to provide for the Clan, especially with kits in the Clan now, and more to come," she added, nodding toward Flintstar's flanks. She was glad to see that the Clan was thriving, that soon there would be new life, and Tinypetal was bound to be excited. Feathertalon had always known the small molly to absolutely love company and the nursery was bound to be boring what with just one queen and her litter in there at the moment.
"And how about you?" Feathertalon returned the question to the leader. She could do this. She could keep up this conversation. If she just continued on like this then all was going to be okay.
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Jul 20, 2018 22:14:10 GMT -5
i know i said you could include sleet but i totally forgot about posting xD }
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 20, 2018 22:17:29 GMT -5
(Frostfeather is done!)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2018 22:22:16 GMT -5
(Feel free to throw him in all the same)
Her ears carefully swivelled as she moved onward, listening to the world around her and as ever careful for the slightest signs of danger that might pose a threat to either her patrol or he clan. She might have been pregnant but it did nothing to deduct from the defensive nature she always carried with her as she walked, knowing. That ther clan had been through a lot, and knowing that even times of peace could be deceptive if they weren’t careful. But as far as she could tell only prey seemed to be running that day, as the familiar scents of the various birds and mammals lit her tongue, as well as a couple of the familiar scents of her clanmates who too seemed to be out and about in the territory as well. It seemed to be a good day, she only hoped it would stay that way.
Keeping place with the shecat, her ears twitched for a moment at the sound of birdsong but knew better than to assume she could catch it, especially not in her state. Plus it wouldn’t fare well for her to be traipsing through the trees with a belly the size of her own at that moment. Hence, she allowed it to live another day as they followed the still strong scent of Tigerflamr thought the forests and in the direction of Btterfly valley.
Shrugging her shoulders, her health had never especially been her priority but all the same she answered truthfully. “Feeling huge,” her whiskers twitched with amusement and some frustration, knowing all too well that she would only get bigger before the birth of her kits. “And eager for the endless kicking and squirming to stop,” she added with a light hearted purr. In truth she was excited for the birth of her first litter, even if it was mingled with some of the fear that only came naturally to a first time mother. “But. Can’t wait to meet them, I just hope it hurries up.”
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Jul 20, 2018 22:26:35 GMT -5
i might go to bed idk work had me tired }
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Lesbian
#ECF7F7
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 20, 2018 22:37:22 GMT -5
Feathertalon » That sounded about right. Feathertalon could sympathize with the leader considering that she, too, had once been an expectant queen. Her litter had only consisted of two kits - a dark brown molly and a dark silver tom - yet she had still swelled with the life that had grown inside her. She had been especially large during the final days of her pregnancy, a waddling mess of a cat, really. It had been hard for her to keep up with her warrior duties, but she had tried as hard as she could. She had even went hunting the day she had went into labor, bringing down a rather feisty sparrow. Being active during her pregnancy had kept her from thinking too much about Bramblefur, how he had been killed the day Feathertalon was going to tell him of their unborn kits. Despite protests from her Clanmates to seek out a nest in the nursery, Feathertalon had kept on until the final minutes, pushing herself. But despite that she knew how hard it could be to run and even walk while pregnant, how rounded flanks could become uncomfortable at times.
"They'll be here before you know it and then you'll be back to your slender self," Feathertalon commented. She then raised her head for a moment, taking in the scents around her. Tigerflame's trail was what she could smell the most, yet it intermingled between mouse and songbird smells as well. "You'll have an amazing little family, Flintstar, and the Clan will protect them no matter what." Even Feathertalon herself. She didn't want anything remotely close to what had happened to her to befall the leader and her growing family. Then again, it was easy to protect kits from yourself, especially when she had no reason to harm the little things as she had done her own all those moons ago.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2018 22:42:01 GMT -5
(apologies, but i too need to go to bed)
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Lesbian
#ECF7F7
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 20, 2018 22:43:08 GMT -5
[ night!! ]
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Jul 20, 2018 22:55:59 GMT -5
hihi ross is claiming these prefixes: newt, fire && sage and can i reserve meddie for newt?? c:
[ also- will reply in Cascade soon i promiiiissseee ] Sageheart, Sageheart is a medium sized molly with bright sage green eyes- hence her prefix. Her eyes are an almond shaped with a soft black ring around them, bringing the coloration out of them. She has short dark brown tabby fur with black tabby stripes cascading along her pelt. She has patches of white on her maw, and then a brown patch on her maw, and a small brown spot on her chin. He adorns white paws that cascade up her back legs only, stopping about half way up before blending into a soft brown, while her front legs are all brown, with white paws. She has a black tail tip and black ear tips. Her underbelly and her chest are a soft white in color. She has scaring on her shoulders and cheek from previous fights. Sageheart is an all around sweetheart- she loves to talk and chatter, tending to constantly ramble. She is envious of those around her that could hold a grudge, since she never can, and forgives someone in mere seconds. Sageheart is a gentle soul, with a mother like instinct to protect anyone and everyone. She is, however, more of a stubborn character as well. If she really wants to do something, good luck stopping her. She has a heart of gold, and tries her best to fit in. All she tries to do is help others in any way possible, even if they want no help to begin with. She believes in a concept of time will tell, though, so if it's something she actually doesn't wish to push, she'll simply leave it and let it be done on it's own. Sageheart is a brilliant tracker and can run rather well, though she is pretty clumsy. When at fault, Sageheart is quick to apologize. Actually, she apologizes for just about anything. Even if she was not at fault. -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 . Warrior Majo Crusho on Feathertalon ; Sister of Tigerflame ; open to family highkey gay- she loves to climb trees. Sageheart, as a kitten, smashed her throat against a rock at one point. She didn't break her neck, considering the collision wasn't that hard, however, she lost her voice for about a moon, before eventually regaining speech before becoming apprenticed. With that being said, Sageheart has a permanent stutter, causing her to stumble over words. Despite this, she does love to talk still.
reference ;; sage's rp layout [ credit to feather! ] Sageheart » _ _ _Newtspeck, Newtspeck is a small tom cat with dark green yellow eyes. They are round in shape. While they are a majority yellow, soft lines of green appear when you look closer. This tomcat has a dark grey pelt, and is described to be a ticked tabby, as only his legs hold the stripped tabby pattern in a darker gray, almost black, shade. His ears are rounded at the end. His ears are nicked, and scarred. He has a blackish blue colored nose, and a very faint white maw. Newtspeck has only half of his tail due to it having been caught in a fox trap when he was still in training. He doesn't have a very good balance when running long distances or when climbing and jumping. Newtspeck sees in a gray color scale, resulting in him having to learn every herb by scent and what they looked like, not by color. It was challenging, but he eventually got the hang of it and gained her full medicine cat name. Newtspeck is a rather reserved, grumpy and snappy cat, but he does love and care about his clan with all of his heart. He always has a look of disinterest and annoyance spread across his face. With a low tolerance, Newtspeck tends to be rather snappy. He kind of judges everyone for their actions, but he hasn't ever judged his family, and never plans to. Since Rockpaw, his sister, died, he has lost all faith in Starclan, angry at them for not saving her like they should have, as well as his sister, Feathertalon's mate. This is probably what shaped him from a once open, loving tom cat, to this cold, grumpy medicine cat that's known today. He closes himself off from emotions to help himself focus on others and treat them. He doesn't show sympathy, figuring it won't do anyone good. His family tends to be his weakness, as seen. He is extremely close to Feathertalon- resulting in the two spending every spare second together that they can. He relies on her since she's his only living kin at this point. -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 . Medicine Cat Feathertalon and Rockpaw's brother ; open to other realtionships lowkey want him to have a forbidden relationship ; Newtspeck knows his sister killed her kits, and he obviously never judged her. He loves her nonetheless, and they've only grown closer since. --
reference ;; rp layout here Newtspeck » _ _ _Firekit, A small built tom, with medium length ginger tabby fur, and leaf green-blue eyes, Firekit is quite a handful. He has a soft pink nose, and white and black whiskers. His fur is always kind of messy, no matter how hard he tries to keep it straight and glossy. Firekit has slight patches of white on his chest, his tailtip, and his paws. Firekit is a nervous, and gentle soul, with an over thinking personality. He constantly doubts himself and his abilities, leading him to feel like a he'll make a terrible warrior. Firekit also tends to be very shy when it comes to large crowds, but he can manage to work his way through it. He sometimes has a stutter, but that's only in some cases when he can't seem to get himself to think straight. Despite all of that, this young tom cat is extremely loyal to his family, his clan, and his leader, always trying his hardest to protect and prove his worth. Or at least he will. Firekit will eventually grow into a bold and loving tom, always working himself past his breaking point so things can get done. He won't like to sit on his rump, waiting for anything to come to him. He decides what he needs to do. -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 . Kit Son of Tinypetal and Swiftcreek ; Brother to Sandkit, Cloudkit and Saltkit He never inherited the munchkin genes. He will eventually grow a fear of bodies of water (rivers, lakes, etc.) and lose his right ear and grow a hearing problem in it. --
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[ also- left to survive the ruins i might add more characters- but i only want three for the time being. ]
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Post by plagυe docтor on Jul 21, 2018 0:42:53 GMT -5
Nightshriek Due to his name, you may picture Nightshriek as a loud cat; However, you'd be wrong. But to start with his appearance, there isn't much to tell. He has jet black fur and green eyes, and there isn't much else to say. He has a few scars here and there, but they are hardly noticeable because of their smaller size. He has a longer tail than the average cat, giving him quite remarkable balancing skills while on a high branch in a tall tree. His fairly muscular, although in comparison to his larger clan mates he may be seen on the smaller side. His fur isn't the longest, but it is quite thick so it keeps him warm enough in the colder moons. This tom is quite unusual, and can be a puzzle for others to figure out. He's jumpy, and quick to assume almost anything as a threat. With a tom as anxious as him, you'd think he'd shy away from a fight and be fairly submissive, but he's quite the opposite. When he sees a threat, his first thought is to jump into a fight to rid the clan of any dangers. And even though he isn't the best fighter in the clan, he's good at planning his moves, which is what ultimately wins most of his battles. Though sometimes his enemies can easily overpower him, and no matter how smart his moves are, he will lose. He's rather quiet around his clan mates, and will rarely be the first to initiate conversation. Social anxiety hinders him from making many friends, and he's very scared of embarrassing himself in front of everyone. This is seen in his nervous demeanor when being spoken to, which keeps others from approaching him. But he's a sweet tom, and is perfectly happy living in the shadows rather than in the spotlight. plagυe docтor Warrior Open for all (Could be a possible brother to Hollowshade?) plagυe docтor
Shadepath Shadepath is perfectly hidden in those cool, dark foggy mornings after a long night of rain. Her pelt is a pretty, dark, deep gray with an almost velvet-like look to it. Just by looking at her, she has a very dreary, dull appearance that takes away from her graceful, pretty figure. She has a slender frame, and her strength is quite surprising, as it looks as if she lacks any real muscle. Shadepath is a quick cat, both on her paws and in her head. Her stamina is superior to the average cats', making her a good asset to a clan full of more muscular, slower cats. Her eyes are a deep, dark green that matches the colors of the leaves in the forest canopy. She's a fierce warrior, fighting her hardest in every battle. Fighting isn't her greatest skill, but she isn't the worst by any means. She can definitely hold her own, and will only admit defeat when she is too exhausted to lift another claw. In fact, admitting defeat is rare for her, even in every day life. She is extremely stubborn, and almost always refuses to admit she's wrong, even when she herself knows she's wrong. Arguing is a great skill of hers, and it seems like she goes out of her way to start them. Her tongue can also be quite sharp when her temper runs out, which doesn't take much. And when this she-cat has her mind made up, it is nearly impossible to change it. Because that would mean she was wrong, right? Well, she only does that when there isn't any arguing left for her to do, and she knows it's a losing battle. And while she is quick-witted, she isn't the smartest cat around. It's pretty easy to manipulate and take advantage of her. Oblivious is almost as good of an adjective to describe her as stubborn is. plagυe docтor Warrior Open to all plagυe docтor
Mintpaw Mintpaw has all the common traits of a Nettleclan cat, but she is anything but just an average clan mate. Appearance wise, she was made to thrive in their territory. She has a dark russet coat with darker tabby markings, helping to disguise her when stalking her prey. Sometimes the white on her chest and underbelly can give her away if she's not careful. She also has a very small spot of white just under her nose. Her fur is long and thick, keeping her warm in even the coldest moon the forest could throw at her. She has prominent green eyes that stand out against the red around them. While still being a small apprentice, she isn't the weakest of them all. She has a decent amount of muscle to her, but she still has some growing to do. While she's tiny compared to the big warriors of the clan, she's one of the stronger apprentices. Mintpaw is a bubbly she-cat, one who loves to socialize and make new friends. She'd be the kind of cat to strike up a conversation with a loner rather than immediately threatening them. Of course, she wouldn't let them wander off in the territory, she'd just have a friendly conversation first. This may just be her immaturity, but she is full of energy and needs to get it out. She tries to be aware of others and back off if she finds herself getting annoying, as that is an insecurity of hers, but she isn't the best at that. One thing that sets her apart from her clan mates is her fear of heights. The first time she climbed a tree, she fell off. It wasn't too high of a branch, and there were no permanent injuries, but this set in her a deep fear of falling off a higher branch. She will only climb a tree if she absolutely has to, and won't like it. She often silently prays to Starclan that this won't hinder her ability to be the best warrior in Nettleclan. plagυe docтor Apprentice Open to all plagυe docтor
Left to survive the ruins
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 7:16:19 GMT -5
(welcome! Adding once on a computer!)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 7:52:46 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 8:01:22 GMT -5
(all added! replying now feather )
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 8:08:23 GMT -5
Feathertalon » That sounded about right. Feathertalon could sympathize with the leader considering that she, too, had once been an expectant queen. Her litter had only consisted of two kits - a dark brown molly and a dark silver tom - yet she had still swelled with the life that had grown inside her. She had been especially large during the final days of her pregnancy, a waddling mess of a cat, really. It had been hard for her to keep up with her warrior duties, but she had tried as hard as she could. She had even went hunting the day she had went into labor, bringing down a rather feisty sparrow. Being active during her pregnancy had kept her from thinking too much about Bramblefur, how he had been killed the day Feathertalon was going to tell him of their unborn kits. Despite protests from her Clanmates to seek out a nest in the nursery, Feathertalon had kept on until the final minutes, pushing herself. But despite that she knew how hard it could be to run and even walk while pregnant, how rounded flanks could become uncomfortable at times.
"They'll be here before you know it and then you'll be back to your slender self," Feathertalon commented. She then raised her head for a moment, taking in the scents around her. Tigerflame's trail was what she could smell the most, yet it intermingled between mouse and songbird smells as well. "You'll have an amazing little family, Flintstar, and the Clan will protect them no matter what." Even Feathertalon herself. She didn't want anything remotely close to what had happened to her to befall the leader and her growing family. Then again, it was easy to protect kits from yourself, especially when she had no reason to harm the little things as she had done her own all those moons ago.
Whilst uncertain as to what extent the last comment could be regarded as true, Flintstar was kind enough to not say as much aloud. She knew there were some cats within her clan who wouldn't even let kits stop them from taking Flintstar down from her position of power. The thought alone was enough to cause the queen to wrap her feathered tail around the slight swell o her stomach, but to an onlooker it would have been difficult to assume what she was thinking. Having long learned to hide emotion from her expressions, the leader had always been difficult to read, she prided herself on it. "I look forward to bringing a mischievous litter into the clan," she said with a sly grin. If they carried any of their as of yet unclaimed father's traits in them, she knew she would have her paws full. "I'm sure the elders are already dreading the birth," she added with a chuckle. "They'll be pulling their own ears off by the time my kits reach apprenticehood." The queen would have happily continued the conversation, she found Feathertalon easy conversation and enjoyed the company. However, soon they reached the end of the woods, where root filled terrain turned to long grass underpaw. And the heavy scent of flowers came to the nose, she pressed onward until sunlight flooded her pelt. She shook out her pelt, and paused for a moment to enjoy the warmth of the morning rays before turning back to her clanmate. "Now where did that tom go?"
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Official Queen of Fan Clans
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Easing back in
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Jul 21, 2018 9:07:03 GMT -5
( sometimes I wonder if we speak the same language I wont lie good evening rain, you get home safe?) (I did, thank you. I'll have the forms all done later. Got some early plans today. :3)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 9:11:43 GMT -5
(Awesome! and I hope you have fun with your plans!)[/sub
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Jul 21, 2018 9:29:09 GMT -5
I'm alive! && plagυe docтor Nightshriek is welcome to be Hollow's brother ^.^
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 9:29:55 GMT -5
(Good afternoon Khal! Hope you slept well would you like to throw Sleet into the mix then? and awesome; shall add that)
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Jul 21, 2018 9:33:08 GMT -5
sure thing! should I just have him stumble upon them? }
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 9:35:22 GMT -5
(Sure if you'd like )[/sbu
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Jul 21, 2018 9:36:33 GMT -5
alrighty! un momentor por favor }
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Jul 21, 2018 9:45:19 GMT -5
Sleetfall -- nettleclan territory ;; @stormpetal Feathertalon Sleetfall stalked through the trees, his paws settling on the ground silently as he stalked his prey. He could see the pelts of his clanmates from his hiding spot, and he could smell their trails like he was right beside them. Braided through it was a scent all too familiar to him, one that brought warmth to his pelt and a lightness to his heart. He smirked, and then jumped out of his hiding spot, grinning.
"Gotcha!" he meowed, eyes bright with mischief. He noticed immediately that Tigerflame wasn't with the she-cats, but it didn't bother him. He would see his beloved at some point, and that was enough to set his chest rumbling with a small purr.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 9:51:35 GMT -5
Not as much as flinching as her deputy through himself from his hiding spot, in truth she hadn't noticed him, but by now the expectant queen was more than used to his antics, and found not too much surprising about the tom any more. She turned to greet him, playfully swatting him over the ear with a russet paw, though withdrew before she could in fact batter him. "Good morning, mousebrain," her growl was an entirely playful one. "Maybe you can help us find that mousebrain of yours, he seems to have dissapeared." No doubt waiting to scare us somewhere or other, she thought to herself with a twitch of her whiskers. Noting just how alike the two tomcats in fact were at times.
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Jul 21, 2018 10:00:38 GMT -5
Sleetfall -- nettleclan territory ;; @stormpetal & Feathertalon Sleetfall purred as Flintstar cuffed him over the head, ducking so that she barely brushed his ear. He nodded to her and Feathertalon, his usual greeting, before processing Flintstar's words and rolling his eyes. Of course Tigerflame had disappeared, he was probably off hunting on his own or waiting to jump out at them as Sleetfall had.
"I would love to help you find him. Do you know which direction he went in initially?" Sleetfall flicked one ear, a small purr still rumbling in his chest. He was happy to be out and about with his clanmates, despite his usual quiet demeanor. Being deputy was stressful, and he feared the day that Flintstar was gone and it was his turn to take her place.
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Post by Sand on Jul 21, 2018 10:05:34 GMT -5
(mysterious dissapearance of a litter of kits early into her leadership? did she miss a fox getting into camp, did she forget to post a guard? was she guard and fell asleep the night the kits were lost?) [ oooo, that makes a bit more sense, yeah O: though in the end it's Sand's decision on what she wants xD ] [ I’m down for it as long as you two are okay with it ^^ ]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 10:06:32 GMT -5
Sniffing in return to the suggestion of her deputy, tail wrapping neatly around her paws as she cast her stone gaze into the fields in front of them. Trying to spot any movement amidst the long grass which might have given away the position of her deputy's mate. Ears twitched forward as she concentrated, but she found herself unable to spot anything which might have indicated such. She purred in response to her deputy, "Do you really think he waited up to tell us where he was going?" She purred with laughter. "We're lucky he managed to get out a Butterfly Valley as a destination before he bounded off. Otherwise we'd be scouring the entire territory in search for him." Flintstar grinned, mostly to herself as she lifted herself to her paws once again, stretching out. The weight of her stomach beginning to bother her, and she was beginning to feel restless from remaining still for so long. "Last one to find him has to clean out the dirt pile?" She challenged playfully.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 10:07:03 GMT -5
(it sounds good to me sand )
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Jul 21, 2018 10:13:02 GMT -5
lmao i forgot to eat breakfast i guess i should go grab a snack or something }
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