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Post by Aɪʀ on Jul 30, 2018 18:01:23 GMT -5
» what if they accidentally drop her body in the lake «
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2018 18:03:16 GMT -5
(no DX poor heather)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2018 18:04:53 GMT -5
Dawnwatcher - - - At first the queen was tempted to refuse to return to the nursery, wishing to remain in camp with the rest of her mourning clan, but as much as it made her heart ache she knew it wasn't the best for her kits. Her body already ached enough from spending her night out in the cold and against the hard ground, hence without another word, she dipped her head in one final farewell to her leader. Before turning and following her mate, keeping close to the warmth of his fur, and slipping into the nursery, a soft sigh slipping from her lips as she returned to the warmth of her den, its familiar milky scent making her a little calmer. Burrowing her paws into the soft moss of her nest, she settled down onto her side and stretched out, lowering her nose to lick the swell of her stomach with a soft sigh. Watching her flanks shudder with the kicks of her unborn kittens. She looked up to listen to what her mate had said, and she watched him with a concerned frown on her expression. Leaning up to brush her muzzle against his, an attempt at a comforting gesture even if she felt like there was little to do that could help. "The clan understands if you need time to mourn, my dear." Despite her youth, the expectant queen had always had a talent at knowing what to say and when, even if most of the time she barely had the courage to say a word. "But the clan needs you to be strong, and I have a feeling you are trying to find excuses," her words weren't necessarily berating, but there was a firmness to them all the same. Returning to her paws for a moment, she rested herself close to him and nestled her head into the soft fur of his shoulders. Pressing close to him, she stayed silent for a moment, before adding quietly. "The Clan will mourn Heatherstar for a long time to come yet, she was a fantastic leader, but now they need someone strong to lead them through this time."
Stormchaser - - - Finding his careful grip on the scruff of his leader and with great caution lifting her still body from the ground and pulling upwards. She was terrifyingly light, it made him uncomfortable to realise just how fragile his leader had become towards the end of her life. Looking to the other warrior, as the pair carefully made their way from camp and in the direction of the lake, his paws careful and worried with every step.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2018 18:11:05 GMT -5
(Hey, I might vanish for a while. There's some form of swelling around my cat's paw and it might be an infection.)
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Jul 30, 2018 18:37:12 GMT -5
» Awww, poor kitten! I hope they're okay. Tyt. «
Cedarfur felt ashamed that he even suggested it. He watched how gracefully she moved despite her swollen belly, and pressed his fur against hers when she moved close enough. "You're right," he mewed, slowly regaining himself. If YewClan was to continue to live on prosperously, he needed to step up and do his duty. There was no delaying the inevitable; he was next in line to become leader and guide his clan through many more seasons of opulence. His decision for the next deputy can be tackled after he receives his nine lives.
He brushed his muzzle against hers gratefully. "I don't know where I'd be without you," he murmured. "You've always been so wise and rational. I understand what I have to do for the sake of you and my clan." He pulled away slightly, just enough to get a good look at her. He towered over her greatly, but not once has the tom ever felt superior to her. She'd been by his side for seasons, and he will always see her as an equal. His newfound status as leader could never change that.
After looking over her form, he glanced to the entrance of the den and took note of the obscured moon. "I will be heading out very soon. Will you be alright until I get back?" he asked. His priorities were shifting, as he wanted to ensure his mate felt safe and secure during his journey. He slowly rose to his paws and faced her, "our kits will be due any time now. I can't express how excited the thought makes me. Surely you won't strain yourself too much?" He figured being in the nursery would be tiring for his mate, but that didn't justify any attempts at overexerting herself. He wanted to hear it from her that she was going to prioritize her health. He gazed at her expectantly.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2018 18:50:14 GMT -5
"What?" She gasped in horror, though her tone was a playful one. "No fighting off badgers and twolegs whilst your gone?" She teased, resting her head against her paws as she enjoyed the warmth of her mate's pelt. lancing down at the swell of her stomach with a worried sigh slipping from her lips before she could silence it, in truth she was growing more and more fearful the closer she came to kitting, but she tried to keep such worries to herself as best as she could. All too aware her mate had enough worries of his own without her adding to his plate. Lowering her head to groom the swell of her stomach and the down of her underbelly to clean the fur. All she could hope was that he would be back in time for the birth. She wanted her mate at her side as soon as the kits were here, she was excited to be a mother, even if it was also terrifying for the young queen. "I'll be careful," she promised. The young queen had a bad habit of doing what she could to help, an obligation she felt was doubled during times of trouble like of recent. But she knew her mate might just have skinned her if she got herself into trouble this pregnant, especially whilst he wasn't there.
"Just promise me you'll get home quick, I don't want to have these kits all by myself," she added with a good natured grin.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2018 21:30:11 GMT -5
(I'm back. The vet isn't open until tomorrow so to stop my panic attack I took sleeping aids to force myself to pass out for a little bit. Feeling groggy but slightly less terrified.)
>Rapidlash - Woods<
Rapidlash was quiet the whole way to the lakeside, and wondered if she should say something. Maybe some speech about how she hoped Heatherstar was resting easy in Starclan or hunting well up there, wherever it was. The shade from the trees made everything feel gloomier than it was, and Stormchaser didn't seem especially chatty either.
"So, who do you think Cedarfur will pick?" Rapidlash finally broke the silence. It was making her antsy, and it was better to turn that energy to the question that had been gnawing at the inside of her head for a while now.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 30, 2018 22:28:38 GMT -5
((hello! i wanted to try for the medicine cat rank? I’m a medicine cat apprentice in another rp so i figured it wasn’t too far off lol)) Mumblestream | 53 moons | She-cat | Medicine Cat Mumblestream is a small but round ginger she-cat with dark, classic tabby stripes. She has white paws, a white underbelly and chest, and a white tail-tip. She is short-furred, except her chest and tail are fluffier than the rest of her, and she has white ear tufts. Her eyes are a deep, warm green. Mumblefoot is as sweet and gentle as can be, and her tone is slow and quiet, as if talking while someone else is sleeping. She can even be too quiet, not speaking up or responding sometimes, and it can make her seem rude, but she always means well. Despite her demure manner, she is determined in her duties, and won’t let a cat die if she can help it. She loves her work and cares for her Clan incredibly. She’s also a great listener, and is always paying attention to conversation, even if she doesn’t look it. nissabug relationships: perhaps rapidlash could be her sister? if that’s alright with nettle, two very opposite sisters lol other: Never The End,,, also she’s bisexual
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2018 22:29:41 GMT -5
( ✨ nissabug ✨ Mumblestream and Rapidlash would make great sisters. :O)
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 30, 2018 23:46:10 GMT -5
((I’ll just throw these in while I’m at it lol))
Laurelwing | 30 moons | Tom | Warrior Laurelwing is lithe and thin, but unfortunately isn’t very tall to make up for it. Thus, he looks kind of awkward, especially with his narrow face and big ears added on. His fur is off-white with pale golden stripes on his legs and ticks along his spine. His tail is gold and ends in a plume, and his eyes are pale blue. Laurelwing tends to talk a lot, but not on purpose. He just blurts out what first comes to mind and it all goes downhill from there. He’s awkward, like his body type, but knows he is and tries his best anyway. He is pure at heart, though, and has all good intentions, wanting to be friends with everyone. It’s suspected that someone in his family was a kittypet, but he has no idea. nissabug relationships: open to anything! he’s gay other: Never The End
Rabbitpaw | 8 moons | She-Cat | Apprentice Rabbitpaw is a light brown tabby with dark mackerel stripes that also line her cheeks and green eyes. She’s rather small, and has a short muzzle with round ears. Her paws and muzzle are white, along with a white dash on her chest. She has short fur and a striped tail with a white tip. Rabbitpaw was born without her two front legs, but hasn’t let that stop her since day one. She figured out how to run, leap, and attack with her back legs as her power source. She’s a big bundle of energy, ready for anything, refusing to let anything tear her down, which can sometimes get annoying. Her big heart makes her naive and trusting to even strangers. She loves to socialize and make friends, and can’t wait to be a fantastic warrior for her Clan. nissabug relationships: open to any! other: Never The End
((i’ve wanted to try rping a cat with missing front legs but i’m scared its too different lol))
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 31, 2018 0:38:44 GMT -5
Updated my post to have my forms!))
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Post by Aɪʀ on Aug 1, 2018 12:07:39 GMT -5
» ✨ nissabug ✨ , your cats are accepted! i will be adding them to the front page shortly, and you're free to rp. Jekyll I have just a few nitpicks about your forms before I accept them. Firstly, I have to ask that you read the rules again please. If Crystalphoenix and Lynxblood are to be siblings, then I ask that you request for someone to RP one of them as it's against the rules to do it yourself (without fair reason atleast). Also, if you do find someone to play one of your characters, I'd have to ask that their descriptions be altered just a tad bit. They're extremely identical, and I'm not sure if this was done intentionally? I'm also skeptical of Batfur's description. If he were born deaf and blind, then here'so way he could live long enough to be an elder. However, if he's grown deaf and blind due to age, could you elaborate on that please? otherwise, your characters are very interesting and I like their concepts. Gingerpaw will be a very interesting character to watch develop :) I'll add your characters as soon as everything's been tweaked. «
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 12:52:06 GMT -5
(good afternoon air!)
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Post by Aɪʀ on Aug 1, 2018 12:55:27 GMT -5
» Hey, Wolf! How are you? «
Dawnwatcher's exaggerated response drew a purr out of the smoky tom. Cedarfur smirked at her, unable to resist his mate's charming sense of humor. "Nor foxes or monsters," he added. His eyes twinkled a little as he gazed at her. There was so much love in his heart that he couldn't bare to hear the sound of her worried sigh. It made his chest ache a little, as if tiny little claws were gripping his heart. He was so lucky to have her, and he'd do anything to let her know it every day.
He licked her ear and nuzzled her one last time. "I'll be back before you know it," he reassured warmly. He flicked his tail against her belly gently as he spoke. "I wouldn't miss your kitting for the world."
As he withdrew from her touch, he couldn't help but wonder how he'd ever cope with his duties without her by his side. Each step away from the nursery brought all of his concerns back into focus bit by bit. Heatherstar's death, choosing a new deputy; it was all coming back. How he longed to curl up with his mate and stress over his situation another day, even if just for the night.
He glanced over his shoulder and waved his tail to her as he slipped out of the den, regaining his posture as the Clan's bold and intelligent leader once he stepped out into the clearing.
Not many cats had returned to their dens, which was no surprise to Cedarfur. Why go to sleep just to be awoken by a clan meeting later on, after all?
As he made his way towards the medicine den, a certain cat caught his interest. Shortstep's eyes widened as his leader gestured him over with his tail.
"Will you look after Dawnwatcher for me?" Cedarfur asked the unusually short tom, his amber eyes serious.
Shortstep stared up at his leader in surprise. "O-of, um, sure," he stammered uneasily. Shortstep was already small enough, did he seriously need his overly tall leader to stare down at him like that?
"Good," Cedrafur mewed simply. He nodded his head and whisked pass the warrior, disappearing into Mumblestream's den.
Shortstep watched the tom go, unsure of why exactly he was chosen for the job. What did he know about expecting queens? His blue eyes shifted to the nursery and he gulped. Perhaps he'll just watch over her... from a distance. Glancing around to make sure no one had seen his interaction with Cedarfur, the little-legged tom quickly trotted away.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 12:58:28 GMT -5
(Ay Aɪʀ I was thinking about making a warrior who's overly fascinated about the tales of the previous clans and i constantly exploring the lake territory to find information and clues about who they were and where they went, basically a cat archaeologist. Is that okay?)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 13:08:29 GMT -5
(would it be entirely over dramatic to have her kit whilst he’s gone XD)
Following her mate just to the exit of the nursery, the slender warrior watched him go with a sadenned gaze, praying to StarClan that his journey would be swift and made safely, Dawnwatcher couldnt help but flinch at the thought of raising kits without him. But she shook the thoughts from her head, realising how selfish it was to be wishing for him when their old leader needed all the wishes that they could make. Following his form until the tall tom had slipped into the medicine cat den and she returned to her nest with a quiet sigh. Curling into a tight ball and resting her slender head against her paws, trying not to worry too hard about him and concentrate on catching up on her sleep. But she found herself restless and uncomfortable.
However,, she looked up again at the sound of pawsteps by the nursery entrance, blinking her multi coloured eyes open to look at Shortstep as he entered, and she dipped her head in a kind greeting. “Good evening,” she greeted.
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Post by peachy on Aug 1, 2018 13:16:50 GMT -5
Mallardfeather | 23 moons | Tom | Warrior A handsome, broad-shouldered tom with piercing green eyes. Mallardfeather's pelt is very fluffy, almost downy in texture and gives the tom a youthful appearance. The base of his pelt is a soft sandy brown, with darker brown, black, and white flecks mottled all across. His ears are black, as are his paws. Mallardfeather is a cheerful, upbeat tom who is known for his friendly personality. He can be a bit fliratious at time, often being teasing and playful with those that he has a crush on. Despite his usual friendly personality, he sometimes has his egoistic moments, especially when it comes to his appearance and prides himself in his looks. His vainness sometimes gets in the way of his productivity, especially if it involves "dirty work", but for the most part he's a well-rounded cat. peachy relationships: open to all, he is bisexual other:
Cloudpaw | 9 moons | She-Cat | Medicine Cat Apprentice A small, stark white she-cat. Cloudpaw's pelt is long-haired, with a fluffy tail trailing behind her. Her eyes are a startling ice blue color. She has a bright pink nose, and a gray splotch of fur that covers over her left eye. Cloudpaw is a very sweet, and mild-mannered she-cat. Even as a kit, she was very gentle and didn't participate in play-fighting or rough-housing of any kind. Despite her sweet personality, she has the tendency of suffering from anxiety and doesn't have the best self-esteem or confidence in herself. This sometimes interferes with her work, as she hates making mistakes because it makes her doubt herself and apprehensive of her next move. However, she is working hard to move past these issues and is determined to be a great medicine cat for Yewclan. peachy relationships: open to all other:
Never the End
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Post by gheysnakelady on Aug 1, 2018 13:20:33 GMT -5
Leechpelt | 29 Moons | She-Cat | Warrior Leechpelt is a rather tall she-cat, with a slender frame built for running as much as her clanmates are. Alongside her frame, her coat is equipped with blending perfectly into the moors; a dull brown coat with darker brown stripes across her back. Her paws, along with a small patch on her chest, are smoky grey, and the pelt itself is of shorter length to lessen wind resistance. Like the rest of her body, Leechpelt's eyes are a dull auburn, and in the right light could say they're a dark red-brown. Three ragged scars mar her left shoulder from a fox attack, and tends to be very self conscious when others point it out. Personality-wise, Leechpelt is as stubborn as they come. As an apprentice, she thought of herself as the leader and began to boss the other apprentices, along with trying it out on warriors, to do her bidding. To be fair, those bidding tended to be harmless, with more based on them all doing it together such as hunting parties or even trying to get others to socialize with her more. Most of the warriors found it harmless, but she dwindled in popularity with the other apprentices, not wanting to be bossed around by the pushy she-cat. Eventually, Leechpelt's obliviousness to how much the other apprentices disliked her/didn't trust her led to a very important failure in her life: On one of her patrols through the border, Leechpelt happened to find a fox and their litter close to the forest's border, where she knew the other apprentices would go for their training session. Leechpelt tried to warn them, but made it into an order instead of a plea. The other apprentices refused, going towards the border with no care in the world with Leechpelt desperately trying to lead them away. This lead to a surprise attack, which left half of the apprentices injured, and only Leechpelt was up enough to chase the fox away from her clanmates. It had led her to gain her warrior rank, but felt it was her personal failure for not warning them properly in the first place. Now, Leechpelt is a much more helpful and ready to take orders instead of give them out. This does not mean her stubborn personality went away, but now more directed at defending other peoples orders(Especially the leaders) and to try and set new apprentices on the right path. She is now not popular with the new apprentices for her keen eyes at ending their shenanigans, but she secretly wishes she had her own apprentice instead of trying to police other's. Besides that, Leechpelt is an excellent hunter and as much of the other clanmates do, takes to the moors to hunt. Currently, Leechpelt is trying to think more outside the box and is learning how to swim for hunting purposes, but isn't very good at it. Other than hunting, helps out with gathering herbs for the medicine cat and even takes care of the elders when she has time. Wishes for her own kits one day, but knows that might be difficult since she is more interested in she-cats than toms. Gheysnakelady Relationships: None (Lesbian) (Also I'm up for any relatives but if there are romantic ones I would like them to be more natural please) Other: Never the End
(I will make any changes necessary to fit the clan if you need me to as well since I kind of went ham with the backstory ;w; )
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Post by Aɪʀ on Aug 1, 2018 13:21:00 GMT -5
» that's perfectly fine, nettle! maybe find some plot pieces muahaha and she totally should >:3c do you wanna plan for kits first? «
Shortstep bristled. He'd hoped she'd be sleeping, or too preoccupied in herself to notice him slip in. He just wanted to check and make sure she was breathing, so if something were to happen to her, he could vouch that he had at least tried.
"Oh, erm, hey.." he mewed a little shyly. His blue eyes flickered around the den, trying to avoid eye contact. "I was just... checking.. on you." How embarrassing. What must he look like to stutter so hard?
He swished his fluffy tail, mentally reminding himself that he was talking to a fellow clanmate and not some unknown stranger. "I just wanted to... Well if you need anything, I'll be here," he managed to spit out. Nailed it.
He took a moment to glance around the den during his awkward silence, taking note of how cozy it was. Moons have passed since he was last in the nursery, snuggled up next to warm bellies and milk-scented fur. They were all lovely memories. "So, um... have you decided on names?" he asked, glancing at her swollen belly.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Aug 1, 2018 13:21:30 GMT -5
Mumblestream sighed as she put away the last few scraps of rosemary and heather. She was almost out of burial herbs now, and it hurt her heart to have used them. A part of her felt terrible for her leader’s death; wasn’t there something she could have done? But the other part realized her age, and knew it was her time for StarClan, no matter what Mumblestream did. The ginger she-cat wanted to mourn more, but she had to take Cedarfur to the Moonpool. It was her duty as much as it was his.
Speak of the devil, she turned when Cedarfur entered her den after talking to his mate. She dipped her head, both in greeting and respect. “Hello, Cedarfur,” she said softly. “Are you ready to receive your lives?”
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Post by Aɪʀ on Aug 1, 2018 13:27:05 GMT -5
» You've both been accepted! I'll add your characters to the front page shortly. Also, your backstory is amazing gheysnakelady! «
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 13:29:57 GMT -5
Amused, no doubt her mate had convinced the tom to come keep an eye on her, and an affectionate chuckle slipped from her lips as she settled herself comfortably on her haunches, which was saying something considering the size of her stomach. Wrapping her tail neatly around her paws, she tilted her head to one side, concerned by the warriors clear discomfort about being around the nursery, and feeling guilty that he had been told to look after her. Quite certain that she was capable of looking after herself for the night, but she knew her mate would likely be annoyed to return to camp to find that she had dismissed her help. “Thanks,” she meowed with a kind smile. “I’m sure babysitting a very pregnant queen cant be the most exciting job in the world, but I appreciate your efforts.” The queen was usually a shy one, but she wasnt about to be unpolitical to the cat who very kindly was trying to help her. In spite of how nervous it clearly made him to be here.
Gesturing with her tail to a nearby empty nest, there was a surplus of such in her den considering that she was the nursery’s only inhabitant. “You are welcome to sit down,” she offered. Hoping the tom would grow more comfortable than he was currently, it would be a worriesome night if he spent the entire time terrified by his own shadows. “Its quite comfortable, if you can get past the smell of milk,” she added with a laugh. Knowing the scents were heavy, and sometimes overwhelming and not always something other cats appreciated. It had taken her a long time to grow used to the scents she now carried, she hardly smelled like herself anymorre.
Looking to him in a thoughtful manner, admittedly she shook her head. “I’m unsure,” she admitted with a sigh. Touching her nose to her very distended flank, purring aloud at the shifting and kicking inside. They were unusually active today, not that she was experienced enough to know what that meant. Returning her gaze to the tom quickly, “I was contemplating maybe a Heatherkit, in honour of our fallen leader.” She admitted sheepishly, worried she might sound ridiculous.
(easy question to answer, would anyone like a kit??)
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Post by peachy on Aug 1, 2018 13:30:15 GMT -5
(Yay thanks! Anyone free to rp c: )
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Post by gheysnakelady on Aug 1, 2018 13:35:24 GMT -5
(Oh thank you! Also as said before I wouldn't mind that sweet relatives for my she-cat, I think its super good to have family that others have to develop characters better but thats just the tea. Also @mumblestream ur signature is some FACTS)
Leechpelt was having an off-day. Though, some would say everyday might be an off-day if she were to observe the moons after becoming a warrior. She lifted her head up from where she was laying down, barely any energy left from hunting earlier. A hunt that had come up mostly unsuccessful and all her energy mostly wasted on bringing back one old-looking twig of a rabbit. It wasn't all for nothing, finding the energy in the camp too much for her and the break was needed. Of course, Leechpelt was happy for Cedarfur and his new position, ready to aid him at any point during his new role, but transitioning to a new leader was always different levels of hard for everyone. The she-cat lay with no-one, but looked approachable enough even with her tired gaze.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 13:37:09 GMT -5
Hollywing | 23 Moons | She-Cat | Warrior Hollywing is a very tall she-cat, with short fur, long slender legs, and a long, thin, whip-like tail. Her fur is smokey grey, with dusty fawn patches on her chest, paws, and back, and a white-tipped muzzle. Her eyes are pale green, and she has short whiskers. Hollywing has a strong sense of adventure and curiosity, and is utterly fixated on the clans that came before. She's constantly dragging friends on long trips around the lake to investigate an old den she may have found, or an area that maybe possibly might've once been a clan camp. She is a self-taught swimmer, solely to aid in her investigations, and focuses more on improving her agility and maneuverability, as opposed to outright strength. Most of her clanmates think Hollywing is a bit of a ditz, or otherwise absent-minded, but she doesn't particularly care how others perceive her (even though it is true when it comes to things she's not interested in). She tends to get wrapped up in her own thoughts and interests, and can often ignore others around her, often to the detriment of platonic and romantic relationships. Hollywing does have some authority issues, though they most arise when she's told she can't go somewhere. As long as she's given free reign to travel the lake and explore, she's perfectly manageable. nettle relationships: Open to relationships, bisexual other: Never the End
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 13:38:22 GMT -5
(would anyone like one of dawnwatcher’s kits?)
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Post by gheysnakelady on Aug 1, 2018 13:39:11 GMT -5
(I'd be fine with taking a kit though im not the best at naming ;w; )
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Post by peachy on Aug 1, 2018 13:39:30 GMT -5
(Hmm I could take one Velveteen!)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 13:41:41 GMT -5
(awesome! Anyone else? I’m happy to let others roleplay them and your welcome to choose your own names all the same)
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Aug 1, 2018 13:45:04 GMT -5
((I could take one too! I thought of the name bloomingkit recently and I love it))
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