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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 13:52:07 GMT -5
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Post by gheysnakelady on Aug 1, 2018 13:53:39 GMT -5
(OH I thought of a name! how about Talonkit for mine :3c )
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 13:54:22 GMT -5
(sounds good to me )
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Aug 1, 2018 13:55:00 GMT -5
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The smell of the medicine den was strong and hit Cedarfur's nose like a fox's swipe. A lot of it smelled of Heatherstar's fur, he realized. Although he wasn't too familiar with the herbs himself, he recognized the strongest scents to be the plants that had been adorned across his former leader's pelt before she got carried away.
"I'm ready," he meowed in response, nodding his head. But was he truly? He couldn't tell through his the fear and excitement bubbling in his belly. He met the medicine cat's eyes, maintaining a calm composure despite the chaos happening in his brain. "Are you?"
He glanced around her paws, wondering if either of them would be needing any sort of herbs. Cedarfur had been to the Moonpool plenty of times in his life, but never to receive nine lives. This was all new to him. He felt like a kit waiting for his mother's approval to leave the nursery.
Of course, as he waited for the quiet she-cat's response, he remembered the age gap between Mumblestream and Heatherstar. This would be her first time too, right?
Shortstep glanced to one of the empty nests appreciatively. Dawnwatcher's kindness and attempt to make him feel relaxed did not go unnoticed. He waddled over to a nearby one and settled in it awkwardly, slowly sitting down and wrapping his tail around his paws loosely. After shifting for a few seconds, he found that the nest was indeed quite comfortable. The nest seemed to possess the finest texture of moss he'd ever felt - nothing less for the clan's queens and future warriors. He relaxed his shoulders and exhaled a little, grateful to be granted such a comfy experience.
"It sure is lovely," he breathed softly, mostly to himself. He glanced up to meet her eyes and grew frantic as he realized how rude he must've seemed to act so distasteful of being around her. "N-not at all!" he stammered. "I don't mind, honest.."
He fell silent for a moment, watching the squirming in her belly with rapidly growing curiosity. He tilted his head slightly, somewhat imitating a curious kit. "I wish I had kits to look forward to," he confessed. It was something he'd never thought of before, not until that very moment. Did he really want kits? What would his kits be like? What would their names be? His eyes sparkled a little when she spoke, completely awestruck by her choice. "Heatherkit would be beautiful!" he encouraged. Although not aware of it, his inner kit was definitely showing as his eyes beamed.
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Aug 1, 2018 13:56:15 GMT -5
» Be sure to make forms for your kits so that I may add them when the time comes! ^-^ «
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Post by peachy on Aug 1, 2018 13:56:37 GMT -5
Cloudpaw was in the medicine cat den. The long-haired she-cat was sitting quietly in the corner, her ice-blue eyes observed her mentor intently as she watched the she-cat organize herbs on the den floor. She should probably offer to help the medicine cat, but in all honesty the whie she-cat found herself most useful if she was not in the way, and she would definitely be more a bother if she just inserted herself in the task. At least that was her rationale of thinking. Her eyes widened at the sight of Cedarfur entering the den. The small she-cat gulped slightly and felt her ears burn, a bit flustered by his sudden appearance.
Mallardfeather was just trotting into the camp after going on a hunt. From the fluffy tom's mouth hung a rather large squirrel. His green eyes were bright with pride for his catch as he brushed past Leechpelt, throwing his clanmate a sign of acknowledgement with a flick of his plumy tail. He deposited the squirrel atop of the pile, swiping a tongue cross his muzzle as the taste of the kill was still fresh on his tongue. He then surveyed the camp for a moment before approaching Leechpelt. "Someone looks tired." He announced as he got closer to her, a twinkle in his eye.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 13:58:22 GMT -5
(would you like one air?)
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Post by gheysnakelady on Aug 1, 2018 14:03:34 GMT -5
"Does it really show that much?" Leechpelt sighed, flicking her tail back in forth with mild frusteration. "I ran around the moors all day and only found one tiny thing. I thought I would be able to get more, but with the change in ranks and all that, my has been preoccupied." She finally lifted herself to look at her clanmate, giving a full view to how tired she was. Her back was hunched over, dark eyes even duller than usual. Leechpelt knew the clan wouldn't mind much with the season being so plentiful, but she couldn't help but feel guilty not to bring back something good. One way or another, Leechpelt would try her best for her clan and the new leader, but today was not a great start to it. "But it seems you have had a good hunt," Leechpelt's eyes flickered over to the newly caught squirrel, though her eyes showed no resentment. "I'm just glad someone had a good day of the hunt."
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Post by gheysnakelady on Aug 1, 2018 14:13:45 GMT -5
Talonkit | Newborn | She-cat | Kit Taking on more of her mother's colors, Talonkit is primarily black with splotches of dark brown and oranges littering her fur. The fur itself is very fluffy, with a short and stockier frame than most of her clanmates. Her eyes a light brown with flecks of gold in them which others compare to leaf-fall's array of coloring. Personality-wise, Talonkit is much the opposite of her mother. She's extremely out-going, and is one of the more troublesome kits to get to settle down. She is always ready to explore, to make new discoveries and learn what she can about the present and the past. Her idol in all of this is Hollywing, and she has been caught multiple times trying to follow the young warrior out to explore. Besides this, she can be very hard-headed and oblivious towards the rules, and would need a patient yet stern mentor to keep her in line. Gheysnakelady
( @nettles I hope I don't mind putting you in as her idol I really love the idea of traveling cats fjdkals and I hope this is ok just as a preview of how I'm going to rp Talonkit)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 14:14:20 GMT -5
Shortstep glanced to one of the empty nests appreciatively. Dawnwatcher's kindness and attempt to make him feel relaxed did not go unnoticed. He waddled over to a nearby one and settled in it awkwardly, slowly sitting down and wrapping his tail around his paws loosely. After shifting for a few seconds, he found that the nest was indeed quite comfortable. The nest seemed to possess the finest texture of moss he'd ever felt - nothing less for the clan's queens and future warriors. He relaxed his shoulders and exhaled a little, grateful to be granted such a comfy experience.
"It sure is lovely," he breathed softly, mostly to himself. He glanced up to meet her eyes and grew frantic as he realized how rude he must've seemed to act so distasteful of being around her. "N-not at all!" he stammered. "I don't mind, honest.."
He fell silent for a moment, watching the squirming in her belly with rapidly growing curiosity. He tilted his head slightly, somewhat imitating a curious kit. "I wish I had kits to look forward to," he confessed. It was something he'd never thought of before, not until that very moment. Did he really want kits? What would his kits be like? What would their names be? His eyes sparkled a little when she spoke, completely awestruck by her choice. "Heatherkit would be beautiful!" he encouraged. Although not aware of it, his inner kit was definitely showing as his eyes beamed.
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Dawnwatcher - - - Shaking her head firmly in an attempt to convey the fact she hadn't been insulted by what he had insinuated, she wasn't in much of a position to be easily offended anyway, it wasn't as though she could really respond to offence. Purring in amusement at his comment, she shook her head quickly eyes wide as though with insistance but the playfulness of her tone gave her away quite clearly. "I promise you, don't bother," Dawnwatcher replied with a grin. Shifting her haunches from one side to the other in an attempt to sit more comfortable, soft moss was all very well and good but it did little to stop the discomfort of constantly kicking kittens. "Its all very good for the toms who get to play with sweet kits, but StarClan can it be annoying to be constantly kicked at, even when you are trying to sleep," her whiskers twitched with amusement. In truth she wouldn't have changed it for all the prey in the forest, as terrifying as it felt she was excited at the prospect of becomming a mother. It was just the activity which would lead up to having a family left her nervous. Smiling at his approval of the name she had contemplated, she brushed her nose through the downy fur of her underbelly. The fur had thinned out a little, for she had begun to use some of it to line her nest to help make it warm and safe. "I'm glad you think so, I can only hope that Heatherstar would agree with my sentiment," she replied with a melancholy sigh.
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Aug 1, 2018 14:15:38 GMT -5
» Nahh. I think it'll be more fun for me if I let others play the kits ^-^ also I'm thinking of making a cat who gets dragged around to go on adventures by Hollywing possibly a loner. whatcha think nettle?
ooooo no wait i really like the kit idea aaaaah sdfghgfdewwf talonkit is adorable «
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 14:17:05 GMT -5
( gheysnakelady that's so cute :O and Aɪʀ oh heck yeah i love the friend who's helplessly dragged along)
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Post by gheysnakelady on Aug 1, 2018 14:20:32 GMT -5
(The Trio of getting into things they probably shouldn't: Featuring Hollywing, a loner, and a kit who cant help but get into all kinds of trouble ajskdfl)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 14:23:20 GMT -5
(I'll admit, that's adorable XD is there going to be a fourth, or shall we just have three?)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 14:29:28 GMT -5
> Hollywing - Camp <
Hollywing wasn't the best at being inconspicuous, but she'd die before she missed something like this. She had been greatly saddened by the news of Heatherstar's death, mostly because the leader had been kind when it came to her need to explore, but now she was faced with the opportunity of a lifetime. Leadership ceremonies were closely guarded secrets, and Heatherstar had refused to disclose the nature of it, stating that it was between her and Starclan.
There was that same excited flutter in her gut as she sat close enough to the medicine cat's den to listen in. The same flutter that indicated she was thinking about doing something she really shouldn't. Maybe she could just follow them to the Moonpool, and leave before it began...? It almost ached knowing there was something she was clueless about, but she imagined she might be in huge trouble if she followed. She internally debated, ears pricked as she continued to listen.
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Aug 1, 2018 14:33:02 GMT -5
» I love it xD this is the bestest idea i suppose 3 is good unless anyone else wanted a kit«
"I-I bet she does!" Shortstep reassured her eagerly. He was a lot more comfortable since he'd first entered the den, but he still felt shy and inferior amongst the queen's presence. It was an inevitable feeling for the anxious tom, but he was definitely doing a lot better. The mention of their fallen leader dampened his mood a little though. He never knew her personality, but he always respected her. Cats of a higher status and just older cats in general always intimidated him, so he never dared to envision Heatherstar as anything more than his leader. He wondered what it would've been like to befriend the old she-cat before she passed, and if the regret he felt about not stepping out of his comfort zone was worth it.
"I wonder if she's in StarClan already," he murmured softly. He glanced back up at Dawnwatcher and shuffled his paws. "Maybe we could go and ask her? I-if she likes the name, I mean. Erm. At the lake. I-I heard she's getting buried there.."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 14:38:36 GMT -5
Dawnwatcher - - - The warrior's greatened ease made the queen pleased to see, she would have hated to let him remain uncomfortable. Wrapping her tail around her very swollen stomach with a soft sigh, shifting her flanks as the discomfort seemed intent on only growing no matter how she sat, but for now she said nothing. Thinking very little of it as she listened to the warrior's suggestion, as much as she felt that a journey from camp might have helped settle the shifting and kicking kittens inside her, she knew it was a dangerous idea. "Maybe not the best idea, I think Cedarf- Cedarstar would imprison me in the nursery for the rest of the season if he found out I left the nursery." Her whiskers twitched in amusement, her gaze darkening with worry again as she thought about what her mate would soon go through.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Aug 1, 2018 14:41:35 GMT -5
Bloomingkit | Newborn | She-Cat | Kit Bloomingkit is a dilute tortoiseshell, with a gray base coat like her father and cream and white patches, like small flowers. Her toes are white, while her tail is gray with black stripes. She has pretty amber eyes. Bloomingkit is a rather reserved kit, a bit too much for her age. She likes to stick next to her mom and watch the playing from afar. However, she likes to explore new things she finds pretty, and observe butterflies or flowers closely. She’d rather stare at a snail than get into a fight. nissabug relationships: Dawnwatcher and Cedarfur - parents other:
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Post by gheysnakelady on Aug 1, 2018 14:43:53 GMT -5
(aww Bloomingkit is so cute especiallyt the patches that look like flowers!)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 14:47:45 GMT -5
(Agreed! very sweet, though I feel bad for the lack of representation so far for poor Cedar XD)
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Post by gheysnakelady on Aug 1, 2018 14:49:12 GMT -5
(Git Gud Cedar, ajlskfd man i wish i had more cats but I cant think of any other cats to put into this rp im stuck)
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Aug 1, 2018 14:55:44 GMT -5
Mumblestream nodded in response, then turned to her apprentice. “Cloudpaw, can you grab Cedarfur’s traveling herbs for me?” she asked before looking back at the deputy. “From what I remember, you can have herbs but no prey before the ceremony,” she mused, thinking back to her old mentor. This was her first trip to the Moonpool for a new leader, and she hoped it would all go well.
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Aug 1, 2018 15:04:38 GMT -5
» poor cedarbaby xD aww man «
"Oh, r-right.." he murmured. It would be Shortstep's fault if something were to happen to the queen. The tom wouldn't know what to do if he was held responsible for the clan leader's mate to be hurt. Cedarfur's intense amber eyes flashed in his mind, making the tom's fur fluff up unintentionally.
He glanced around the den, unsure of what else to say. Perhaps she was hungry, or wanted a nap? Maybe he could bring her some water? He glanced to her belly again, wondering how soon she was due exactly. How crazy it'd be if she kitted as soon as Cedarfur. Shortstep laughed uneasily in his head. How unlikely.
"I wonder if he has left yet," he mewed, glancing to the entrance to the den. he could jus barely make out the slit of moonlight peeking through the heavy clouds. "Or if he's decided on a new deputy."
Cedarfur nodded his head to Cloudpaw upon her acknowledgement. He didn't take note of her flustered behavior as he patiently waited for his herbs to be brought to him. "I imagine they're as bitter as the rest," he meowed in amusement. The tangy herbs never really bothered him much, but he remembered the time when he'd gone on the trip with an apprentice or two and chuckled at how horrid they described the herbs to be.
Something was making the hairs along his neck rise as he waited. He couldn't help but feel as if some cat were watching him, and after a while of waiting, he casually rose to his paws and peered out of the den.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 15:09:53 GMT -5
> Hollywing - Camp <
It took Hollywing a moment to realize Cedarfur was looking at her, and she had to summon all of her willpower not to jump in fright. Then she did what she did best- talk until she came up with an excuse.
"C-Cedarfur! Hey, so you're heading out now? I'm glad. The clan shouldn't be without a leader for long. I was going to ask Cloudpaw for something to help my headache, but I didn't want to barge in while you were in there, you know?" She smiled pleasently, hoping he'd accept it without anymore questions. He was way more alert than she had expected.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 15:16:17 GMT -5
Dawnwatcher - - - Shifting again, it was clear even to the unexperienced that the young queen was feeling uncomfortable. Ears twitching and tail active, she lifted herself to her paws and circled around in her nest with a soft grumble. Soon settling back into the moss, but finding no matter how she lay the strange sensations vibrating from her distended stomach didn't seem to want to cease any time soon. Sighing softly, she rested her slender head against her black and orange paws, eyes closed she seemed content to listen to her clanmate speak, for it distracted her from the growing pain within her whithers, but she was soon growing more and more impatient with it, feeling restless with every passing heartbeat that she was subjected to this. "I hope he's left," she admitted aloud in response to his question, though her gaze remained fixed on her dawn furred paws, a slight grin on her face though it could have been described as more of a grimace in truth. "The quicker he's back, the less likely he is to miss my kitting." It was selfish, but most could have forgiven the queen for her nerves, as was only natural for a first time mother. At his comment regarding the new deputy, Dawnwatcher began to wonder who he was going to choose. There were a surplus of suitable warriors who would have been more than happy to step into the new position, and she didn't have any idea as to how he might choose. "I don't know," she admitted, it wasn't as though he had conveyed to her any ideas. "I'm sure however he decides, his choice will be a good one." The certainty in her voice when she spoke about her mate was a sweet one. She had no doubts about his abilities as a leader, even if she didn't envy his position of becoming a father so soon after becomming leader. It would have been a lot of pressure for any cat, in truth she wished the timing would have been more convenient, for the sake of her mate. But no one could control the stars, and it seemed they had chosen this. Flinching more obviously as a pain suddenly wracked through her, she could barely bite back the gasp of pain as she felt the pressure between her legs grow. Lifting herself to her paws with a grumbling sigh, "I might get something to drink." She said with a sigh. "I don't think I'm going to get much sleep tonight if they continue to move so much." She explained her actions, tail lashing restlessly. In truth she hoped to see her mate off one final time, before he returned with nine lives and a new name.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2018 15:17:46 GMT -5
(Starclan: hey nine lives ceremony is supposed to be a secret Hollywing: this sign can't stop me because I can't read)
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Post by gheysnakelady on Aug 1, 2018 15:25:18 GMT -5
(pffjdkasl good meme) (Hey peachy yall still here? Sorry if i seem pushy I just have a lot of rp energy and only one oc and i dont want to just put Leechpelt away from the convo)
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Aug 1, 2018 15:36:38 GMT -5
Mumblestream chuckled at his observation. “Of course,” she mewed. “You’d think daisy leaves would taste as good as they sound.” Her ear flicked in acknowledgement as they both noticed Hollywing at the entrance. She narrowed her eyes amusedly at the she-cat’s stammering; she somewhat doubted she actually had a headache, and knew she had a taste for adventure. But she wasn’t about to call her out, espeically not in front of Cedarfur.
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Aug 1, 2018 15:43:49 GMT -5
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Cedarfur's eyes shifted downward to gaze upon the young warrior quietly for a moment, waiting for her to realize he was there.
He stifled an amused purr at her response and instead kept his expression rather serious. "Your head is aching?" the tom meowed simply, gazing upon her inquisitively. He'd spent many moons interacting with the young warrior, constantly catching her exploring where she shouldn't be, when she shouldn't be. Heatherstar had always been fond of her curiosity and spunk, something that at first drove the deputy crazy. He grew into it rather quickly however, and could quote from the top of his head the many conversation he's had with his leader about her.
"She's young," Heatherstar would say. "Let her explore a little."
It all didn't make sense to Cedarfur originally. Heatherstar was usually so strict with her warriors, so to watch her allow such a young cat to venture off on her own always baffled him. He knew the she-cat was up to no good from the surprised expression on her face from when he'd first appeared, but in remembrance of Heatherstar, he wasn't going to act upon his intuition.
He stepped out of the den entirely and settled down with his tail wrapped around his paws. As he waited on Mumblestream and Cloudpaw to appear, he took note of the young warrior's posture and demeanor. "You sure you aren't just waiting for me to leave?" he inquired slowly, remaining relatively relaxed. "To have no cat catch you slip away, perhaps?"
He glanced sideways at Mumblestream, sharing the medicine cat's amusement as she appeared beside him. During his earlier days as deputy, he would've scolded Hollywing for any sign of causing trouble. He felt wiser now however, as if his duty as leader was already humbling him.
"M-miss your kitting?" Shortstep echoed nervously. Was the queen that close to giving birth? Watching her squirm uncomfortably made his stomach begin to flip.
Her thoughts on Cedarfur electing a new deputy was mostly drowned out by Shortstep's frantic squirming. It was as if he could feel every kit in her belly himself. He quickly leapt to his paws when he saw her shift to stand and rushed to her side. "O-of course! Some water will do you good. Cedarfur will be back before we know it."
He provided his shoulder for the she-cat to lean on, although he was just a bit shorter than her. He planned on being there as a cushion in case the she-cat lost her balance, or if she just needed something to lean upon. "Just be careful, please..."
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Aug 1, 2018 15:46:09 GMT -5
(Starclan: hey nine lives ceremony is supposed to be a secret Hollywing: this sign can't stop me because I can't read) » i love this so much «
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