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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 21, 2018 14:29:12 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) (Oh, I wasn’t starting an argument, I was just defending cat singing, I didn’t mean to upset you though, I tend to goof around with my characters sometimes simply because it’s fun and drama can get boring fast, but I’ll go fix it)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 14:30:55 GMT -5
(thankyou)[/sub
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 21, 2018 15:05:15 GMT -5
Feathertalon » Now with the fox off of Flintstar, Feathertalon herself leaped off the canine, rushing over to put herself in-between the fox and the leader. Through gritted teeth the warrior hissed, "Flintstar, go find Sleetfall and Tigerflame, or just one of them. Let them know there's a fox, but I have it under control." Really and truly Feathertalon knew she could handle it on her own. Flintstar was already injured, she needed to either head for camp or get reinforcements just in case there was a second one. Nothing spoke of a second fox, but one could never be too sure.
Feathertalon lunged forward, smacking the fox against its muzzle. The creature recoiled back, snarling and snapping, catching Feathertalon on the flank as it jumped forward and flailed its blunt claws against her. Even still the warrior stood strong. One fox couldn't defeat a trained NettleClan cat, and if the thing was attacking a cat then it was more than likely already weakened by some sort of ailment. A healthy fox would have left the felines alone.
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 21, 2018 15:05:33 GMT -5
Tinypetal » A soft hum-purr came from the confines of the nursery as the short queen lay on her side, eyes half closed. Today, so far, had been a lazy one, the molly not getting up and doing much of anything. She had groomed her kits - or had tried. They were getting at that age where they didn't want their mother to clean their pelts any more despite how many times Tinypetal reminded them that they could be bigger than trees and she'd still be their mother and would still want to groom their pelts. She had also shared a shrew with her kits, trying to get them to eat nothing but solids as they were beginning to become much too old for her milk. She still had plenty of it - the side effects of having such a large litter she supposed - but the weight of it was starting to drag her down even more so than she already felt. It was time to let the milk dry up lest she might feel heavy forever.
Tinypetal moved herself ever so slightly so that she could reach over and lick at a spot upon her flank, taking a moment to rasp her tongue over the area before she lay back down, the gentle purr-hum still vibrating against her throat. Everything right now was peaceful. That was, until a voice broke through the tranquility.
"Tinypetal, I wanna go outside."
The queen perked her ears up and glanced over to see her young son, Sandkit, mindlessly batting at a moss ball as his round amber eyes looked at his mother. A soft mrrrow escaped the molly as she pushed herself up onto her stubby paws. "Is that so? Will you promise to stay where I can see you?" She asked as she reached over to gently nudge her son.
Sandkit puffed out his chest, seeming eager to please his mother so he could get out of the nursery. "Of course!"
Unable to say no to that, Tinypetal swept her tail through the air, a signal to all her kits that they could go outside and play now. They had been cooped up inside the nursery for far too long today.
As Tinypetal scuttled out of the nursery she found herself greeted by a busy camp. It seemed as if the warriors were getting ready for patrols or talking about how their apprentices' training sessions were coming along. All of this brought a smile to the molly's face. How interesting it was to be a part of a Clan, something that just didn't seem likely to happen. Felines were, by nature, solitary creatures, and when they did come together they were bound together by a leadership of mollies - the eldest mothers, sisters, aunts - that would raise a small group together and when their sons were old enough they would be chased out to find somewhere else to live. Yet here none of that happened. Here they even had set rules, a set religion...everything that just didn't seem like it would be possible, yet it was. And Tinypetal was proud to be a part of it all.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when Sandkit's sharp yowl of excitement echoed through camp. Tinypetal turned, watching as her ginger furred son bounced toward the form of Crowsong, his tail high in the air. "Crowsong, Crowsong, Crowsong!" The little kit stumbled in his excitement only to gather himself up and plop down on the ground right beside the black and white tom, head inclined sharply upward to get a look at the warrior.
"Sandkit!" Tinypetal called out, amusement dancing in her amber gaze. "Did Crowsong ask for you to bother him?"
Sandkit shrugged off his mother's words. "Nah, but I'm sure he was thinking it."
Well, kits would be kits.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 21, 2018 15:08:23 GMT -5
(And lastly, a Squirrelpaw starter) Squirrelpaw ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Well for the first time in awhile, Squirrelpaw had actually managed to get some sleep. It was a rare occasion for the tiny apprentice, but he would take it. However, any sleep for the curly tom was still limited to barely enough to make it through the day without falling asleep on his paws. So despite having gotten a little bit of sleep, Squirrelpaw had still awoken fairly early in the morning and had already been busy at work. After all, he was the medicine cat apprentice and perhaps one of the few remaining cats in positions of power that had any faith in their ancestors above.
Personally Squirrelpaw thought this clan was doomed from the start. It was lead by a useless leader and was full of equally useless warriors. In his opinion they should take the few useful cats and start a new clan somewhere else. Either that or it was time for a big bout of greencough to come in and wipe out half the clan.
Squirrelpaw may have still been a little grouchy from the lack of sleep he had gotten. Though perhaps he should consider himself lucky that he got any sleep at all, any was better than none. Didn’t mean he was any less grouchy though.
The medicine cat apprentice yawned and stretched out his paws as he padded out of the medicine cat’s den. His stomach lurched and growled with hunger, which was enough of a sign for Squirrelpaw to make his way over towards the fresh kill pile and pull out a mouse. He didn’t see any of his brothers around, so it looked like he would be eating alone today. So Squirrelpaw moved back towards the medicine cat den and sat sown in front of it as he began to eat the mouse, green eyes looking over the clan cats that were out and about today.
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Jul 21, 2018 15:18:00 GMT -5
i'm so ready for this rp to be done oml }
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 15:21:33 GMT -5
"I'm not leaving you," her response was a firm command which left no room to try and argue with what had been said. As badly as she might have been hurting, she had nine lives left to live as opposed to Feathertalon's one. And the young queen wasn't about to let her clanmate get herself killed without at least trying to help. Limping hard, she dodged left and drove her fangs through the fox's hind left leg, only to have it torn from her jaws and the fox elicited an angry yowl of pain as blood spluttered from the fresh wound. But her attempts seemed only to feul his anger further. "They'll find us," they have to.
Curled contently at her mother's flank was the tiny bundle of fluff who fit her name really rather well, her little paws kneaded into the moss underpaw as she dozed contently. Dreaming no doubt of chasing butterflies in long grass and chasing mice. Not that the little kit had especially a good idea of what either long grass nor mice looked like save for what her mother had described to her. The little snowy kitten seemed to have been content to sleep for the rest of her life had she been given half the chance. Until of course, as usual her brothers rocked her from what had been an especially content sleep. Blinking her eyes open with frustration as Sandkit stood on her short but fluffy tail, the kitten rolled over and battered away at the tom kit's fluffy ginger tail. Playing with it between her tiny paws until it was promptly yanked away from her. Looking especially frustrated that her toy had been taken from her without warning, Cloudkit rolled back onto her front and returned to the warm space beside her mother. Watching her brother's play for a brief heartbeat or two without a word. Blinking the sleep from her odd coloured eyes, trying to wake herself up properly. Her mewl was a frustrated one when Tinypetal sat up and followed Sandkit out of the nursery, and the small shekit growled when the warmth left her flank. But far too shy in nature to remain in the nursery all by herself, the small white kitten followed her mother and brother from the nursery at an eager trot. Trying to catch up in spite of her smaller form, she was quick to return to her mother's side. As close as an especially pale shadow as she kept close to her mother's dilute calico fur. Watching the camp around her with especially wide eyes. Rolling her eyes at Sandkit's triumphant yowling, very much of the opinion it was far too early for anyone to be acting so excitably. She watched him bound around eagerly with an amused twitch of her short whiskers, a soft sigh slipping from her throat she looked to her mother. Tiny, rounded ears twitched forward as she asked. "Must he really be so loud?"
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Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 21, 2018 15:28:28 GMT -5
Feathertalon » Despite everything the warrior knew not to go against the word of her leader. She said nothing more as she continued to bite and claw at the fox, the creature seeming to grow angrier and angrier, yet its moves were also slowing down and panic seemed to be flashing in its sharp gaze. With a yowl of triumph Feathertalon lashed out, hoping to land her claws against the fox's face and eyes, but that was where she had messed up.
As soon as she lunged forward, so did the fox. In her attack she had left her underside exposed, neck included. That's when the fox lurched forward and snagged Feathertalon's throat in its jaws. The silver molly flailed as pain rippled down her body, warm blood already finding its way down her soft belly. In a feeble attempt to free herself Feathertalon twisted her body until her back legs were up against the fox's own throat. Her back claws were duller than her front, but she pummeled and kicked, hoping to knock herself free.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 15:31:43 GMT -5
Seeing her opportunity as the fox tore into her clanmate, the queen lunged upwards and dragged the fox from where it held its grip around Feathertalon in a merciless death throe and dragged it to the ground. There the expectant queen lost her footing, and the pair were sent tumbling to the bottom of the valley. Pain splitting through her as she struggled to find the upper paw, Flintstar drove her fangs into any part of ginger she was able to find as they wrestled hard, each trying to end up on top where they might have had the chance to deliver the killing blow. When the eventually came to a stop, they came to the bottom of the valley where they landed with a hard, sickening thud. The queen remained unmoving and bleeding hard, but her pain had resulted in victory. The fox lay dead beside her.
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Jul 21, 2018 15:32:23 GMT -5
AHHH MY DEN LAYOUT IS READY AND MY RP IS ALMOST FINISHED AND WILL BE OPEN ONCE EVERY ONE ELSE IS DONE EVERYTHING IS COMING TOGETHER AHHHH }
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 15:33:26 GMT -5
(wooo!)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 21, 2018 15:40:16 GMT -5
Crowsong ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
At the sight of a tiny legged kit rushing towards him, Crownosong let out a loud purr and dropped the moss balls to the ground as he instantly got down to be as close to eye level as he could with the kit and brought a paw out to bop him gently on the head. ”Hey there Short Stuff, how ya been?” Crowsong asked as he let out another purr at the sight of the kit. Though Crowsong had no kits of his own, he had always enjoyed their company. There was something about the energy a kit had that he could relate to on a personal level. Kits didn’t expect him to act all proper and mature like the warriors did. With kits he was allowed to goof off. Maybe that’s why he liked them so much.
Getting back up on all fours, Crowsong began to nudge the moss balls he had collected over towards Sandkit. ”I brought something for you and your siblings. Figured you could use a few new toys to play with...unless you just wanna use your sister’s tail,” he joked in a hushed whisper, a glint in his eyes as he looked down at the young kit, only then remembering that the mother of said kit was there as well.
Turning his attention away from Sandkit for now, Crowsong flicked his tail in greeting at Tinypetal. ”He’s never a bother,” he reassured the queen, sending a look back down at Sandkit. ”We’re trouble making partners, right Short Stuff?” he questioned, letting out a bemused purr as he flicked his tail towards the short kit. ”It’s impossible for a trouble making partner to be a bother. If he’s a bother it’s because we’re bothering someone together,” he continued happily.
Of course Crowsong loved all of the kits in the clan, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little more fond of Sandkit than the others. Who knew, maybe when the time comes, he’d even be able to mentor the kit. That would be fun, and then they could cause even more trouble together.
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#ECF7F7
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 21, 2018 15:47:03 GMT -5
Feathertalon » The pain and shock of having been in the jaws of the enemy left Feathertalon stunned, even as Flintstar tore the fox away from her throat.
Free from her attacker, Feathertalon now lay almost limp on the ground, finding it hard to breathe. She could taste her own blood in her mouth as it accumulated in the back of her throat. But she wasn't about to let herself go. Not here, not now. Flintstar needed her. Her Clan needed her.
Despite her entire body protesting against it, Feathertalon pushed herself to her paws. She felt like she was dragged down by lead in her paws, but the injured warrior didn't stop until she came across the sight of her unmoving leader and the now deceased fox.
Icy cold panic flared through her, and despite her throat having been bit into, a fearful yowl slipped from Feathertalon. "Flintstar!"
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 21, 2018 16:16:32 GMT -5
Tinypetal » Upon hearing the soft voice of her only daughter, Tinypetal looked down and smiled at Cloudkit who, even now, was almost taller than her mother by now. "He lets excitement get the better of him, doesn't he?" The queen asked with a laugh to her words. She leaned down to give her daughter a quick lick before turning to pay attention to Crowsong. Tinypetal found him to be a delight to be around, and it helped that he was quite handsome as well, at least in her opinion.
Sandkit let out a few bubbled laughs, sticking a short leg out and placing a small paw against one of the moss balls that Crowsong had gathered. "Can I call you Tall Stuff?" He asked with a purr, removing his paw from the moss ball and leaned forward to nudge Crowsong's front legs. Sandkit then puffed out his thick fur. "Cloudkit's no fun when I play with her," he whined to the warrior. "She complains that I'm loud."
Hearing this statement, Tinypetal stepped forward, giving her son a somewhat sharp look. "Now, now, let's not start anything here." The last thing she wanted was a squabble between her two kits right in front of Crowsong. The last thing the warrior needed was two kits going at it because one had called the other annoying.
As if once again shrugging his mother's words off, Sandkit hopped around Crowsong now. "Yeah, trouble making partners! We can get into all kinds of stuff together, right? I can even get on your back and you can ride me around! Then I can see all of NettleClan!" The little tom squeaked happily, bubbling over with energy by now.
Tinypetal felt her whiskers twitch with amusement. It warmed her heart to see her offspring so full of life and so happy. "Well, as long as he really isn't a bother then I suppose there's nothing wrong with him pestering you," the queen teased, smiling at the bi-colored tom for a moment. "Sandkit really does like you, doesn't he?" She chimed more to herself than anything, yet it seemed as if her tiny son caught on.
He snorted playfully, twisting his head around so that he was eyeing his mother. "Yeah, Crowsong is gonna teach me how to be the best warrior! Isn't that right?" He asked, purring louder than thunder.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 16:31:55 GMT -5
Pain shot through her entire system as her flanks shook with the effort of every breath, eyes clamped shut as she lay unmoving save for the occasional ragged breath that forced its way into or out of her lungs. The young leader was bleeding heavily, staining the long grass around her from wounds on her neck, back and more worryingly the swell of her stomach. It was apparent the queen was struggling to breathe, and eventually her body gave in and she fell eerily still as Flintstar lost her first life.
Sniffing at her brother's accusation, the tiny shekit bared her fangs, tiny as they might have been she towered over her munchikin brother, and the white kitten had little patience for her annoying brothers. "Well if you didn't insist on constantly making enough noise to wake the entire forest, I wouldn't need to tell you to be quiet." She growled in response, a sound she would only really ever dare make in the presence of her brothers and mother. Entirely too shy to as much as squeak when it came to cats she didn't know very well, btu with her brothers she tended to be rather bossy.
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Post by plagυe docтor on Jul 21, 2018 16:34:22 GMT -5
Some starters for anyone to respond to ~
Nightshriek - Nettleclan - Alone Nightshriek was minding his own business in camp by himself as usual. He'd been able to avoid socializing so far, which was a plus. But he also hadn't done anything productive, and what if someone had noticed? What if they confronted him about it? Kit-like claws of nervousness tore at his belly as he took a few drinks from the small pool in the middle of camp. Tail twitching in obvious anxiety, he backed away from the water. Should he go alone? What if something happened, and he was by himself? Flicking his ear, he saw a few cats around camp, but ultimately decided not to approach anyone. He didn't want to come off as bossy towards anyone. He started to make his way out of camp, deciding to go hunting. That was what he spent most of his days doing, since he only went on border patrols when ordered to. He wasn't the kind of cat to organize it himself. He slowly headed out of camp, keeping his ears pricked in case anyone called his name. But he silently hoped he could just slip out of camp unnoticed.
Shadepath - Nettleclan - Alone Shadepath was out in the clan's territory hunting. She'd already caught a blackbird, but lost a mouse. Frustration welled in her from her loss, as she had stepped on a twig and alerted the rodent. What a mouse-brained mistake! Determination to make the next catch drove her to continue despite her growing hunger. Scenting the air, she caught hints of a thrush. Her tail flicked once in excitement, but quickly she began to stalk towards the scent. Luck was on her side this time, as she was already positioned down wind. Stalking forward, she finally caught sight of it pecking at the ground looking for food. Shadepath's heart skipped a beat when it stopped for a moment, fearing it had somehow heard her. But it just continued pecking the ground mindlessly. In one quick move, Shadepath pounced on the creature. Wasting no time, she gave a swift killing bite. Perfect! Now she'd contribute more to the fresh-kill pile than she would take. Happy with her hunt, she headed back to where she had buried her black bird.
Mintpaw - Nettleclan - Alone Mintpaw had spent all morning in camp. It seemed as if Hollowshade hadn't planned anything for today, at least not yet. Maybe later they'd do some battle training, or at least Mintpaw hoped. Hunting was so boring! She knew how to hunt, she didn't need anymore practice. Plus, she needed to practice her fighting anyways. Hollowshade always beat her in mock battles, and so did all her den mates. It was embarrassing! Taking matters into her own paws, an idea sparked in her head as she saw a floating butterfly where she was sitting in camp. It was flying close to the ground, and Mintpaw decided to practice a battle move on it. Rearing up, she swiped her two front paws at it and slammed them down as if facing a larger enemy. With a hiss of frustration, her tail hadn't been in the right position and she lost her balance. It looks like she'd need more practice before being able to successfully take down a butterfly. And with that thought, her ears grew hot with embarrassment. She licked her chest fur nonchalantly, and prayed to Starclan no one had seen her.
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 21, 2018 16:42:47 GMT -5
Feathertalon » Her legs were beginning to shake with the effort of keeping herself up and steady as she slid down the slope to where Flintstar and the fox now lay. She tried all she could to hold herself back from succumbing to her own pain, knowing that what she felt wasn't important. Her pain didn't matter. What mattered was getting Flintstar back to camp so that when she awoke she would be in the confines of a secure and safe place. But breathing was becoming harder, especially as Feathertalon made her way down to where Flintstar lay. She gasped for air a few times, trying so hard to keep herself from falling into the disorientating blackness that was trying to swamp her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 17:30:08 GMT -5
(will reply promptly, sorry went downstairs for a bit; but quick question. does anyone want to be flint's mate, he will be helpful soon)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 19:01:25 GMT -5
(ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » potentially sleet can help bring them back to camp? Its sort of hard to reply right now)
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Jul 21, 2018 19:18:53 GMT -5
Newtspeck »Newtspeck was already in a terrible mood. He was currently cleaning out the medicine cats den, burying old dried up leaves, sour smelling herbs that weren't supposed to smell in such a way, and getting rid of the old shriveled juniper berries. Cleaning out the herb store just meant he'd have to go out again very soon in order to restock. He used a lot of herbs often, so he had no business to just not go and get something. With an annoyed grunt, the gray ticked tabby turned quickly to his apprentice, Squirrelpaw.
"Squirrelpaw, we're extremely low on borage, and we'll need more than these tiny leaves to subdue when Flintstars kits get here. Of course it isn't all we need, but its something to keep a look out for." The grumpy tabby started, calling out of the den to his apprentice, his yellow eyes not even shifting to look at the apprentice who had returned back to the den from whatever it was he had done. Newtspeck wasn't on to have patience- containing little to zero. Especially when it came to younger cats and sometimes Tinypetal's kits when they barged in, asking to give the two medicine cats some help.
Eventually, Newtspeck continued with his point, his head lifting up as he packed the earth back down over the dead and dried up herbs, turning to face Squirrelpaw for the first time, who was sitting outside the den. "I want to take you out on an herb hunting expedition now before it get's too dark." The grumpy tom mewed as he slipped out of the den. He paused, noticing that he was eating first before he nodded, heading to fresh kill pile to pick out something for himself. He carried his own food back to sit beside Squirrelpaw and started eating. "We'll leave when we're both done." He mumbled around a mouthful of prey.
- - - Firekit »One can only imagine how horrible a sleepless night for a little kitten might be. Firekit had been kept up all night due to a small ache in his abdomen, yet he refused to go see either of the medicine cats, due to them being so grumpy all the time. Whenever his siblings wanted to go see if they could help Newtspeck and Squirrelpaw, Firekit always found and excuse to slip away, such as his paws hurting from walking, or being hungry. He never liked going far from his mother- he preferred the warmth of Tinypetal's flank over being cold in the camp. Despite there constantly being sunshine bellowing down upon the dens.
Now, Firekit was awakened by the chatter of his mother, his brother Sunkit and his sister Cloudkit. With a grount, the ginger and white tom sat up and swatted at Cloudkit. "Quit complaining, you're not the only one trying to nap, y'know. I can't sleep with your whining in my ear fur, Cloudkit." Firekit huffed. Usually, the small kit wasn't one to scold or say stuff, but when he was grumpy and sleepy, he tended to be a little more, i don't know, not Firekit.
When he was comfortable to lay back down, he closed his eyes and tried to let his mothers breathing lull him to sleep. But it was just his luck- sleep was done with him. With a grunt of annoyance, the grumpy ginger kitten climbed out of the nest and shook himself off. Normally he wouldn't go exploring, but no one else was in the den, and he wasn't about to hear Cloudkit's dumb complaining again by talking to Tinypetal. He turned his head to look at his mother and lashed his tail. "Mama, is it okay if I go out too?" To his mother, the question might be a bit of a shock, since Firekit usually never wanted to go out unless his siblings forced him. But maybe, just maybe, the tiny ginger and white tom was opening up.
Starclan could only hope.
[ @stormpetal ;; @ feathertalon ]
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[ that might be the only thing i get out tonight until I finish Sorrelheart over on a different clan, bc I'm going on a date tonight~ ]
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 21, 2018 19:48:36 GMT -5
(Sorry for poofing, I’m here, who do I need to reply to?)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 19:53:44 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 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 21, 2018 20:11:27 GMT -5
Smoketuft ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The longer Smoketuft was left to play with the wadded up ball of fur, the more invested the large tom became in it as he swatted it around and watched as it tumbled from one of his large paws to another. However at one point he batted it a little too far away and he couldn’t reach just by extending his massive paws outward, so instead he leapt at it and landed on the ground with a thump, white tipped paws sticking out from the shadows of his reclusive corner.
The small ball of fur rolled just a little further away, and with a rather determined and focused look, Smoketuft reached out with his paw and squished it. A look of triumph spread wide across his visage as the large warrior brought the ball of fur back to his body, letting out a low, quiet purr of approval for catching it.
That’s when he noticed someone had been watching and at the sound of Ravencall’s voice, Smoketuft became rigid and stiff. Slowly the tom looked up from the ball of fur to stare across at the other warrior.
Oh no. Someone had seen him and seemed to think it would be a good idea to even start up a conversation with the socially inadequate tom. Smoketuft gulped, taking far too long to reply for it to be appropriate before he finally mustered up enough self reassurance to respond to Ravencall. ”It’s not a mouse. It’s just fur,” he responded rather simply, lifting a white toed paw up so his fellow warrior could see the small, slightly squashed ball of fur in front of him.
If Smoketuft had his way, that would have been the end of the conversation. However, Ravencall seemed to have other ideas and the large tom began to mildly panic at the thought of leaving the confinements of the warriors den without the company of one of his brothers. Words got stuck in his throat and even if he had wanted to respond right away, he surely wouldn’t have been able to.
Luckily, he got over this soon enough and nodded in response to Ravencall. ”Hunting is good. We should do that,” he agreed, once again taking awhile to respond and even then only replying with short, simple, to the point sort of answers. Smoketuft was not an easy tom to talk to. Anyone that wished to get much more out of him would have to be in it for the long haul.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 20:21:50 GMT -5
Rolling his eyes at the tom’s response, after several heartbeats of waiting but the smoke grey tom was kind enough not to laugh aloud at Smoketuft’s panicked reaction. His dark gaze watching the tom cat with gentle curiousity, his own long tail drifting lazily from side to side as he enjoyed the conversation with a fellow warrior, strange as it might have been. The flirtatious tom enjoyed a challenge, and it seemed just that was posed to him in the presence of the socially uncomfortable warrior. He shifted a little, stretching out his long nd muscled legs with a chuckle as he listened to the warrior. Ravencall could practically hear the gears working away in Smoketuft’s head to come up with an answer. Ravencall made it his mission for the day to attempt to gain more than three words from the warrior. He would consider it outright triumph if he heard at least one of them uttered without sounding absolutely terrified. However, Ravencall did smile when Smoketuft agreed to a hunt, eager to get out of camp and rid his veins of the energy coursing through them. He looked back with a playful grin, “I’m not Sleetfall you know,” he purred with a chuckle. “I’m not going to bite you, I’ve already had something to eat. I’m not hungry,” the grin didnt slip from his expression as he left the den, expecting the tom cat to follow him. Turning back to look at his companion for the day, his head tilted to one side as he waited for the warrior to pull himself from the den. Enjoying the moment of his fur basking in the lukewarm heat of the early morning. Casting his dark grey fur a lighter colour, and making the twinkle in his eyes that more playful as he asked with a quite calm tone of voice, friendly. “Where do you want to go?”
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#ffc5c5
Official Queen of Fan Clans
Name Colour
ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁
Official ThunderClan & ElmClan Leader
Easing back in
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Jul 21, 2018 20:37:52 GMT -5
Swiftcreek, Swiftcreek is a medium-sized tom with broad shoulders and a triangular face. He has large ears and a nick in his left one. He has a mottled dark gray tabby pelt. He has a white muzzle and paws, along with a splash of white leading from his throat to his belly. He has thick fur and a long, bushy tail. He has deep amber eyes. The tom is the father of Tinypetal's kits. It was known to be a short fling and due to this, it is suspected that he doesn't care for his kits. In truth, the tom has some issues with father figures. His own father had fallen into the pond and hit his head. His father forgot about his family and it caused a rift between the two. He was fairly young when this happened, so he doesn't exactly know how to act like a father at all. It also doesn't help he can be a bit moody. Despite that, he is known to be loyal to his Clan. ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 Warrior Swiftcreek + Tinypetal = Firekit, Cloudkit, Saltkit, and Sandkit. He is not mates with Tinypetal. ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁
Stormwatcher, Smaller than average, Stormwatcher is certainly a little surprise. The silver tabby has quite the temper and go off at any minute. She can be quite sassy when she's in a bad mood. She's very protective of her friends and kin, unless one of them has angered her. She has pale blue eyes and small, nimble paws. Her ears are small and she has long fur. It's honestly quite a pain in the warmer seasons, but she deals with it. She is a loyal warrior to NettleClan, just not tolerate of upright stupidity. She's also very judgmental. ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 Warrior Open. ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁
these guys are left to survive the ruins
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 20:42:09 GMT -5
(poor Tinypetal DX but that should be fun! Adding now you may roleplay rain! If you’d like the kits are in the clearing atm if you’d like to join in with that for awkward father fun?)[/h]
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jul 21, 2018 20:58:31 GMT -5
Smoketuft ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Remaining silent, Smoketuft padded out of the warriors den, content to let Ravencall do the majority of the talking here. So instead he looked around the camp, spotting Crowsong over by the nursery, excitedly talking to Sandkit and Tinypetal. He did always enjoy the company of kits, then over by the medicine cat’s den there was Squirrelpaw, eating something and looking tired. Nothing unusual there. If Smoketuft hadn’t already agreed to go hunting with Ravencall, he would’ve padded over to join one of his brothers.
For a second though, Crowsong looked up from the kits he was with to watch as Smoketuft followed Ravenclaw out of camp. The two adoptive brothers shared a look for a few moments, with Smoketuft pleading for his brother to join along and help him out with this. Smoketuft always felt better if he had Crowsong, Frostfeather, or Squirrelpaw with him. However Crowsong merely looked at him with a spark in his eyes, shook his head, and mouthed something to Smoketuft. Now, Smoketuft wasn’t entire sure what he said but he was pretty sure it was something along the lines of “have fun” or “good luck” or something like that.
Well it seemed as if he would not be getting any help from Crowsong. Thanks for nothing Crowsong. Shaking his head, Smoketuft looked back to Ravencall, staring at him for a few moments after he had realized that the tom had said something to him. ”Oh...I don’t care,” he responded and looked away again. ”You can pick.”
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Bisexual
#ffc5c5
Official Queen of Fan Clans
Name Colour
ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁
Official ThunderClan & ElmClan Leader
Easing back in
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Jul 21, 2018 21:07:47 GMT -5
[ Eh, he'd avoid them. I'm not sure where to put them right now to be honest.]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 22:04:50 GMT -5
If the handsome tom had noticed the pleading look that his less than willing companion had cast to Crowsong, at the very least the smoke grey warrior was kind enough to not point it out or tease the cat for it. It seemed as though Ravencall was in an especially kind mood that day, for another he would have probably at least make one joke or another. For now though he maintained the comfortable silence, as they made their way through camp and from the exit. Ravencall nodded on occasion to friends as he past, but otherwise seemed rather eager to get out of camp as soon as he could.legs itching for a run, but he feared that if he did as much his companion would likely die of old age before managing to muster much of a respons. Hence, the silence continued, but to the tom cat it wasnt an awkward silence but a comfortable one, enjoying the peace of the forest, even if he’d rather be doing it at a quicker pace. The weather was calm and the skies were clear, it showed promise of a peaceful and eventless hunt, unless of corse Smoketuft managed to have a heart attack over something or other. Contemplating for a moment as to where might have provided the most fruitful hunt for the pair of companions, his tail twitching for a moment before he decided. Looking back at Smoketuft with a twitch of his ears and the same charming smile lacing the smoke grey of his expression. “Maybe the Island Pond, i dont think a patrol has been that way in a couple of days.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2018 10:58:19 GMT -5
(Bump)
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