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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Jul 21, 2018 12:58:32 GMT -5
i am the khaleesi, leader of the dothraki, and mother of dragons - i underestimate no one xD }
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 13:00:17 GMT -5
( I am Storm, maker of clans, ruiners of hearts, creator of plotlines, and breaker of cannons, you cant take me down. I AM THE FORUMS sure XD)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 21, 2018 13:02:03 GMT -5
(Alright well, in case anyone wants to, here’s a starter for Smoketuft) Smoketuft ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Frostfeather, Crowsong, and Squirrelpaw weren’t here. It shouldn’t have been as nerve wracking as it was, but for Smoketuft, being alone in the warriors den without any of his brothers was awkward. Did he just...did he just sit here in the corner until he was needed for hunting or patrolling? Was he supposed to actually go and talk to another warrior? Smoketuft looked around to see who else was in the den at the time, silently debating if it would be worth it to attempt to start up a conversation with any of them. However he quickly decided against it and went back to looking at the ground. Starting up a conversation would likely be a bad idea, especially since Smoketuft wasn’t actually all the sure how to even begin a conversation. “Hi?” “Hey?” “Salutations?” “Y’ello, Smoketuft here?” “Howdy there partner?” “Greetings fellow warriors?” “Wassup cool cats, it’s me, Smoketuft?”
No, those were all ridiculous.
Staring at the floor of the den, Smoketuft spotted a small ball of fur, the large tom looked at it for a few moments before deciding to go for it and gently batted at a small bundle of fur that had collected together, flicking his fluffy tail behind him. This was fine. He could do this. Sooner or later one of his brothers would show up again and drag him off, and in the meantime Smoketuft could just stay here...batting at this little ball of fur, ignoring everyone else in the den. Besides, it was a dark corner, how likely was it that anyone even saw him in here? Sure he was a large tom and he didn’t perfectly blend into the background, but it was dark enough that no one would notice.
Or at least that’s what Smoketuft chose to believe, it made staying here - alone - a little less stressful.
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Jul 21, 2018 13:02:12 GMT -5
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Post by plagυe docтor on Jul 21, 2018 13:03:39 GMT -5
haha yes c: i’ll finish Mintpaw when I get off work tonight!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 13:04:45 GMT -5
(no worries, and I thought so XD Like the new username! and I'll reply with Ravencall if that's ok smore?)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 13:05:43 GMT -5
(and for the record smore, I have known smoke for an entirety of twenty minutes and I am in love, can I keep him please... I don't know why but I think he and raven would be cute together, would you be ok with that?)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 21, 2018 13:10:15 GMT -5
(Oh sure, it would be fun to have Raven and Smoke interact! As for them being a couple, I usually like to wait to see if there’s any chemistry between my characters and others, so we could roleplay them first and see if they would fit? I’m glad you like him though, Smoke’s just a big socially awkward dork.)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 13:14:40 GMT -5
(sure, that's fine)
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Jul 21, 2018 13:16:35 GMT -5
I'm hecka excited for Newtspeck so after i ge t my food imma put up a starter for him
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 13:28:12 GMT -5
Awoken by the sound of nearby rustling, the smoke grey tom twitched his ears and rolled over in frustration at having been awoken. His night before had been late, working on patrolling the northern border after the believed scenting of a fox. It turned out to be a stale trail, but it meant their efforts had gone to waste, and frustrated the tom endlessly. Stretching out his paws as he awoke, assuming life wouldn't be so kind as to let him sleep further. So he chose to lift himself to his paws, and find out as to what the commotion was about. "Good morning, fidget tail," the tom's growl was an entirely playful one. As his eyes drifted lazily open, head still rested on his paws as he studied the tom cat lying near to him. Watching him play with the ball of fluff as a kit might have done, and the sight amused the handsome warrior. A soft sigh slipping from his lips as he asked with a chuckling purr. "I wasn't aware a mouse had escaped into the warriors den," he said in regards to Smoketuft's little game. Pulling himself to his paws, he stretched out his legs and shook out his fur from the moss which had accumulated in it overnight. Once finished with his quick and rather rough attempt at a groom, the tom cat looked back at the warrior with a questioning gaze. "Do you want to put those incredible skills to actual use and go hunting?" He questioned playfully. If he had to be awake this early, he might as well actually be productive in it. He wasn't being necessarily cruel, simply enjoying toying with the other tom, and he was only doing it in jest. Knowing Smoketuft to be... a sensitive cat, he knew to be careful with how fair he went. But for now he was having fun.
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Jul 21, 2018 13:30:09 GMT -5
planning an rp that's as in depth as this one is so hard }
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Post by plagυe docтor on Jul 21, 2018 13:34:44 GMT -5
ahh just kidding they changed my schedule, so i don't work at all today my week has just been made cx I'll finish Mintpaw right away!
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 21, 2018 13:35:08 GMT -5
(I love Ravencall. I’ll get a reply up for Smoketuft soon!)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 13:36:08 GMT -5
(Awesome to hear it arach! and I'm glad you think so smore!)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 21, 2018 13:36:23 GMT -5
(Also, here’s a random starter for Frostfeather) Frostfeather ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
”Hmm, what do mice eat?” Frostfeather muttered quietly to himself as he poked at the little hollowed out log he had dragged halfway through the forest. ”Funny, I’ve never actually considered what prey eats before. What does our food eat for food? What an interesting question...” Frostfeather continued to talk to himself, talking a few large steps back to look at his creation. A log with bite of grass thrown into the middle and a few rocks covering the other end.
It was rudimentary at best, but maybe, just maybe a mouse would fall for it and get trapped in the log, securing an easy catch for Frostfeather. Some might consider this lazy hunting, but Frostfeather liked to consider it creative. There was a fine line in-between lazy, creative, and insane and Frostfeather walked across it far too frequently. But hey, at least it worked...about fifteen percent of the time, but a victory was a victory no matter how small and Frostfeather would take whatever he could get.
So, now satisfied with his trap, the stocky tom backed up to hide behind a couple of bushes, remaining completely still as he waited. From his position no mice nearby should be able to catch his scent too easily, it could work...
It didn’t actually work.
After waiting around for so long, Frostfeather seemed to have finally realized what a useless plan this was and had started off in search of different prey to catch. Luckily this time around he was able to spot something soon enough and gave chase. This mouse was quick though and it lead him right back to the log he had started at.
The mouse dove in, and rather foolishly, Frostfeather dove in after it, pawing at the furry creature in hopes of snagging it with his claws. However before he could do that the mouse had slipped through the rocks and made it’s escape. Frostfeather watched it go, his shoulders sinking as he let out a sigh, half of his body stuck in the log he had hoped to trap the mouse in.
Well, this game of cat and mouse had ended poorly, he would have to try a different tactic next time. So Frostfeather began to climb out of the log, however he didn’t make it very far before realizing that he was stuck. His short, stocky legs scrambled about on the ground as he flailed half his body around helplessly in his attempt to free himself. At one point he even lost his footing and stumbled back.
This in itself was troubling, but perhaps even more so was that he had found himself at the top of a hill and as if the universe was truly against him today, the log began to roll down the hill with Frostfeather still inside it and as soon as he realized this, Frostfeather let out a meowing scream of terror as he began to roll down a hill, blind to where he was going or any of his surroundings.
By now Frostfeather was beginning to regret his choice to go out hunting today. He should have stayed at camp with Smoketuft.
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Jul 21, 2018 13:36:41 GMT -5
ugh.. i have so much to type rip
edit x.x FROSTFEATHER REPLY CLAIM HERE}
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Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 21, 2018 13:46:01 GMT -5
Feathertalon » So far Feathertalon was having another successful hunt. Just a few minutes in and she had already tracked down, and killed, a mouse. It hadn't been particularly plump, an older rodent that would have died a slow death of old age before long, but it would make do. The mouse could serve as a snack or even a light meal for Tinypetal's kits. If Feathertalon had kept up with their ages correctly they would be eating nothing but solid food before long and a mouse of this size would be perfect for the four kits.
The silver molly was stalking a chipmunk when a harsh scent grabbed her attention. It was the scent that had been covered all over Rockpaw's body when they had found her mauled and bloodied...it was the scent that Feathertalon associated with death. A scent that made the silver female prickle with anger, not fear.
Fox.
Foxes were easy creatures to run off. They were only slightly bigger than the average cat, and while deadly, a fully trained warrior could easily take one. So far Feathertalon could only scent one creature, but one could never be too sure. Even still, leaving the chipmunk, the warrior rushed forward, thick fur bristled as she called out, "Flintstar! Fox!" And then darted like a minnow in a stream toward the canine's scent with claws unsheathed and fangs bared.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 13:56:48 GMT -5
Looking up from where she had been concentrating on burrying a further mouse she had come across during her careful hunt, the young leader hadn't the chance to as much as respond before she was flattened by a charging fox. A yowl ripping from her lips as she was thrown downwards, jaws clamped around her leg Flintstar's yowl was mixed with agony and fury at the ambush. She tussled and ripped into the opponent with her claws, but her attempts seemed futile against the angry fox. Yet the expectant she cat wasn't about to give in just at the sight of a challenge, she fought hard and with surprising fury. "Help," it was unlike Flintstar to cry for help, and given that she was now was only evidence to the fact that she was in dire circumstances. The fox on top of her was tearing into any part of the russet leader that it could get its fangs around, with hunger and fury. It appeared to think the rabbit belonged to it, and he was fighting to get it back. Maybe if he brought a cat down with it, he could enjoy that as a dinner as well.
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Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 21, 2018 14:01:23 GMT -5
Feathertalon » Without so much as a second thought Feathertalon sprang forward to land on the fox. She let out a harsh growl, digging her claws as deeply as she could get them in the canine's flesh. She then parted her maw, sinking fangs into the creature's scruff, pulling and tugging to get it to pay attention to her and pull away from Flintstar. Even if the leader had more lives than Feathertalon herself, she wasn't about to let the foul creature deal any more damage than what had already been done to Flintstar. Feathertalon would much rathe risk her life than let her leader fall.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 21, 2018 14:13:57 GMT -5
(Here’s a quick Crowsong starter as well. After I get a Squirrelpaw starter up, I can work on a Smoketuft response) Crowsong ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
With a song in his heart and a rhythm to his steps, Crowsong started out into NettleClan’s territory, it wasn’t very exciting standing there doing nothing, but Crowsong could make the best of it. He was Crowsong after all, and in his opinion, he could do anything he put his mind too. After all, when living in a clan, the possibilities were endless, all he had to do was find something to do.
Currently Crowsong was exploring NettleClan’s territory. He had gone out by himself, rather early in the morning simply because he had been bored and no one had given him anything to do, so he decided to find something to entertain himself with by himself. Now, normally Crowsong would’ve offered to invite one of his brothers to come along with him, but Smoketuft had still been asleep when Crowsong left and Frostfeather had some new hunting tactic he wanted to try. He’d try to snag Squirrelpaw, but the small apprentice had actually been sleeping for once and Crowsong didn’t want to wake him up.
So for today at least, he was flying solo.
Crowsong jumped up onto the tree stump, imagining the wind blowing through his fur - for dramatic affect of course - as he watched over NettleClan’s territory, the song he had previously been singing still caught in his head, even if he couldn’t remember the lyrics. The tom inhaled, scanning the territory for something to do before he exhale and shot off into a random direction. He had nothing planned or no idea as to what he should do, but he would figure that out as he went.
Which he did, as soon enough Crowsong stumbled across a bunch of moss. So he did what the reasonable thing to do was and began to bundle it up into little balls to play with. Why? Well, they did have kits in the clan - and kits to come thanks to their very own leader - and Crowsong had always enjoyed playing with the young clan members, even if he didn’t have any kits of his own.
Besides, even the apprentices night enjoy something to play with for awhile. Crowsong knew one apprentice in particular that would, even if he would’ve ever admit it.
So he continued to collect the moss until he decided that he had enough moss for everyone and began to head back to camp, trotting back into the camp entrance with enough moss to choke someone - likely himself - if he wasn’t careful.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 14:15:09 GMT -5
Gasping aloud when the creature was dragged from her frame, she lunged to her paws and through herself back into the fray with fury anew. Claws digging into the fox's ginger fur with everything she had, trying to stop her clanmate from being injured despite the fact she too was now limping heavily on one of her front paws. She let out a snarl, as claws dragged through her russet and black muzzle, soon dying the dark fur and matting it with blood. Looking to her patrol as they too threw themselves into the fray, the leader soon found it difficult to remain on her paws as the injuries she'd sustained by herself taking their toll on the pregnant queen but she continued to fight as best as she was able. Ripping her claws through any part of the fox she was able to get her claws into.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 14:15:54 GMT -5
(err... smore your replies aren't entirely realistic? cats don't know what songs are in the human sense, and most certainly not doctor who songs)
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Post by plagυe docтor on Jul 21, 2018 14:20:46 GMT -5
Mintpaw is finished!
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Jul 21, 2018 14:22:16 GMT -5
mintpaw is precious as hell }
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 21, 2018 14:22:19 GMT -5
(err... smore your replies aren't entirely realistic? cats don't know what songs are in the human sense, and most certainly not doctor who songs) (He’s just singing a little tune he made up, it’s not actually a song, and definitely not a doctor who song? I just made it up on a whim. I figured since they know what a song is, after all it is used as a suffix, they’d probably now what singing is too, even if it isn’t quite what we consider singing to be? I was just having fun with it since he’s Crow song and all, if it’s that much of a problem, I can remove it)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 14:24:41 GMT -5
(all the same, cats can't sing and they don't know lyrics, and its song as in birdsong, as opposed to actual songs with words apologies, sounded a lot like doctor who theme song XD do weee oooooo, dooooo weeeee oooo etc so please remove it)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 21, 2018 14:26:09 GMT -5
(all the same, cats can't sing and they don't know lyrics apologies, sounded a lot like doctor who theme song XD do weee oooooo, dooooo weeeee oooo etc so please remove it) (Well I mean, I have two cats and they meow sometimes like they’re singing, so I wouldn’t say it’s too far fetched, especially since these cats also believe in StarClan and live together with human like intelligence, but I can remove it)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 14:27:08 GMT -5
(like singing, no lyrics no sense of tune. Please just remove it and stop arguing, I'm not trying to start an argument I just think its entirely unrealistic)
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Post by plagυe docтor on Jul 21, 2018 14:27:15 GMT -5
Thank you ^-^
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