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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Aug 30, 2018 9:06:12 GMT -5
(Hi.)
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Post by Sand on Aug 30, 2018 9:27:59 GMT -5
[ hey! ]
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Post by xfogpathx on Aug 30, 2018 11:30:54 GMT -5
((Sorry guys, im on! I had a few bad mental health days but im back.))
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Post by Sand on Aug 30, 2018 15:16:21 GMT -5
[ all good, Fog; your health comes first <3 ]
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Aug 30, 2018 15:57:04 GMT -5
^)
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Post by xfogpathx on Aug 30, 2018 16:03:55 GMT -5
((Thanks everyone. So, I'm gonna skip tot he next day cause things got reaaaal slow. Its okay thoguh, we got this. Gimme two seconds to make some posts.))
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Aug 30, 2018 16:17:48 GMT -5
)
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Post by xfogpathx on Aug 30, 2018 16:20:42 GMT -5
Crocodileblood glared at the stormy sky through the camp entrance before letting out a deep sigh. He was glad he had sent so many hunting patrols out the day before. He had been right about the storm. The winds were slamming against the camp walls and he could see the mud covering every inch of the ground. It was a bad one. There was a bad storm like this last wet season too and it had swept more than a few of his warriors out to sea with the floods.
He wasn't going to let it happen again. He ascended the stone steps that led to his den, sparing a wistful glance at the platform where his Heirs would sleep...when he had them, and pulled himself onto the leader's platform. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather for a clan meeting!" he bellowed out, his voice carrying and bouncing off the moss-covered stone.
Aloeheart and Porcupinepelt, half-groomed, poked their heads out of the warriors den curiously before making their way to sit in front of Crocodileblood. It took Cobwebfur and Tortoisepaw longer to join their clanmates, from laziness and vanity and sleepiness respectfully.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 30, 2018 16:58:28 GMT -5
(Hey! I'm here)
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Post by xfogpathx on Aug 30, 2018 18:56:38 GMT -5
((Hey. We skipped to the next morning and Crocodileblood is calling a meeting))
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 30, 2018 19:14:08 GMT -5
(Hey! Alrighty I'll throw out Elephantcharge then)
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Aug 30, 2018 19:16:06 GMT -5
Papayarun heard the call. However, she didn't move much. She could watch the meeting, or ceremony, or whatever it was through the large crack in the nursery wall. Actually, she'd prefer it this way. If she gathered with the rest, she knew what would happen. 'Papayarun! How've you been?', 'Are you feeling better?', 'When are you joining the warriors again, Papayarun?' She hadn't the strength to answer their interrogations.
One cat beside her was noticeably absent from the meeting. Hell, the whole camp. Taranulapaw had not returned...
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 30, 2018 19:32:05 GMT -5
Elephantcharge had been feasting on a small bird, just finishing up the last few scraps when he heard the familiar, resounding boom of Crocodileblood's commanding mew. In an instant, the large stone-colored tom was on his paws, standing dutifully near the front as he prepared to hear what his leader would say. He wasn't sure what was on Crocodileblood's mind, but he was sure it was important.
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Post by xfogpathx on Sept 1, 2018 17:55:14 GMT -5
Crocodileblood waited for the clan to file in before sitting on the edge of the platform, looking down at the surrounding cats. "As everyone can tell, we're in the middle of a storm. I believe it may even become a monsoon within the next few hours." the leader mewed solemnly. Every cat of WildClan new how serious this kind of weather could be. "Because of the possible danger, I've decided that no one is to leave camp until tomorrow when the rains, hopefully, let up. Any cat who leaves without express permission from me will be punished accordingly." He paused to look meaningfully towards some of the younger warriors and gathered apprentices. "Instead of patrols or training, the clan will spend the day practicing their sparring. Anyone who wishes to use the arena for any public spars is welcome as long as they get a referee to watch the match." With that, the leader stepped back from the ledge and made his way down the stairs to mingle among his clanmates. He knew none of them would be happy confined to camp but he didn't want to lose anyone to the floods or mudslides like last wet season. They would have to deal. Hopefully, they would blow off some steam by sparring with each other. Maybe he would show some apprentices a move or two. His whiskers twitched in amusement at the thought.
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