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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Dec 23, 2018 17:20:25 GMT -5
(Thanks, Sparkly! Actually, if this fails, I might bring FlashClan back. IDK. Might just do one on ones for a while.)
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Dec 23, 2018 19:07:12 GMT -5
(If we get people back...)
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Dec 24, 2018 12:21:57 GMT -5
{ Wildfire* - 🦉 -- don’t worry so much Wild! We’ll all come back, just give it time, since tomorrow is Christmas, I’m sure everyone will become more active on the forums again, and if it’s only three or five of us, shouldn’t that be enough until new joiners come? }
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Post by roboticpandacat on Dec 25, 2018 13:34:43 GMT -5
Queen + " Butterfly of Broken Wings " + Nursery = Bramble
A tranquil night of rest was not uncommon in the nursery; kits exhausted from a day's worth of shenanigans nestled against mothers who were equally as exhausted from monitoring them. It seemed the only kits who stirred trouble in the middle of the night were those yet to be born. One expectant she-cat in particular struggled for a decent night of sleep as she attempted to combat the incessant poking and prodding from within her womb. Cerulean eyes opened to survey their surroundings, which was an unusual setting compared to the standard hunters' den. Jaws parted in a lengthy yawn and limbs extended in a stretch which was interrupted by the blue-gray she-cat's protruding belly. The feline released a grumble of irritation as she rose to her paws and made her way out of the nursery in search of Bramble, whom had not slept beside his mate that night. ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Dec 26, 2018 12:28:50 GMT -5
(Hello! Alright everyone! Today is the day! Time for RPing!)
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Dec 26, 2018 12:33:22 GMT -5
{ I'm here now! I have characters open if anyone wants to roleplay }
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"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Dec 26, 2018 18:06:32 GMT -5
ϟ Bramble that Captures Thorns ϟ | Camp | Tags - - Butterfly
The mocha male awoke, wakened by his biological clock that had always been set at an early hour. He realized a tense ache throughout his body and blinked open his sleepy gaze and yawned—teeth flashing silver in the waning light of the morning moon.
Attentively, he acquired an upright position—careful not to stir the assortment of felines with his bulky movements—he padded towards the entrance with a confident strut. His lips upturned into a smile. Though groggy in formation, contentment was plain in the twinkle of his gaze and the skip in his gait. He was proud, not only for Nebula’s progress in training, but for Butterfly’s upcoming kitting. His daughter would finally have new siblings to hopefully mend the old. They weren’t replacements in Bramble’s eyes, rather the makings of a new start to life. He’d never forget his old family, but moving on was necessary for growth and future happiness.
With that, he departed the den, wholly prepared for yet another busy day. Bramble was renown for his toil and extreme intelligence in every discipline—an oddity amongst even Protectors, as they were typically accustomed to two subjects. Thus, it was no surprise that he was often at the forefront when doing anything related to his corresponding rank. He had especially been given the opportunity to arrange daily patrols, something he took seriously and strictly.
Leaping atop an outcropping,— the elevated situation providing his already strong voice to ring across camp—he seated himself in readiness to allot chores. However, before he could voice the announcement, a certain feline came into view. Pricking his ears, the guardian leapt down the front of the rock, bounding over to give his mate a tender nudge on the shoulder.
“Good morning, my lady,” he purred in his usual slow, almost droning manner. “How did you and our little ones sleep?”
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"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Dec 26, 2018 18:11:35 GMT -5
【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 - - { Hey waifu <33! Would you like to continue with Neb and Dragon? Perhaps he could introduce her to Starlight after he notices her sulking. } Wildfire* - 🦉 - - { I was thinking we could maybe continue the whole Briar/Rose/Season plot? I know there's been a time skip, but perhaps those events occurred now (Fern nearly murdering Briar but presumably dying in the process), so that Briar and Rose can report it to Season? I was looking forward to some reactions from Season and Night, but it's completely fine if not~ }
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Dec 26, 2018 21:10:22 GMT -5
{ ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע -- hai bae <3!! I can totally do that. I'll post a starter <33 Wildfire* - 🦉 -- oh, if you want, we can do Fog and Red? }
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Dec 26, 2018 22:35:36 GMT -5
| Roar Of Regal Dragon | & | Skeletal Remains Abandoned Under Azure Starlight | | Camp | ~ | Nebula - ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע | ~~
Both combatants had been early awake since that morning, due to the eldest sib having to teach his younger how to properly defend camp. Sure, since her arrival they had both been in and out of camp for an introduction and knowledge on her new home. In fact, they'd train for hours, and even requested to stay out late during nightfall, due to them having so much energy. However, it was only granted once or twice. Due to this, they were both on end training, and some days they dedicated to just moping around camp for relaxation. Today was one of those days. It was true that they had done quite some training a few hours prior, however, today they decided to create a day to relax. Now, both relatives sat together peacefully, beautiful notes escaping the azure tabby's wet cavern. A smile pulled at the masculine's lips, and instead of laughing, himself, he gently pawed her shoulder. Everything felt great, like a humongous relief to him. He knew his two sisters were alive, and although that meant the rest of his beloved family was gone, it wasn't something to dwell upon no longer, for he had his sisters and Tribe to protect now. Despite all this happiness that came to Dragon, he still felt something off. He had his sisters, but what else could there be? He let out a deep sigh, pale optics looking around camp as he pondered what could be missing. Immediately, he spotted his answer as his eyes laid upon the femme who initially changed it all— Nebula. That felt like the right answer. She had stopped talking to him since Starlight arrived, so perhaps he should talk to her now. With that, he tapped Starlight's shoulder and let out another sigh. "I'll be back." Of course, she was confused for the thought of her brother leaving, but nonetheless nodded and questioned if she can go. Deep within his thoughts, Dragon knew Nebula, and he knew it was something about Starlight that threw Nebula off, however this will only resolve if Starlight and Nebula settled it—with the help of Dragon, of course. With that he nodded and flicked his tail, heading towards Nebula with Starlight loyally at his side.
"Nebula," He started, arriving to the juvenile, voice obviously covered with his light Russian accent, but with light, smooth speech that sounded almost questioning. He turned his head to Starlight, giving a gentle smile. "This is Starlight. Starlight, this is Nebula." With his introduction, almost immediately his sister gave a bouncy meow, pleased to meet the little blue that he had talked about. "Hiya Nebula! Nice to meetcha! Dragon's told me so much about you!" Her pale optics were wide and with her thicker, Russian coated vocals, she gave a light smile to the trainee, expecting a greeting just as excited. However, it was different for Dragon, as watched carefully to see Nebula's reaction. Something about Nebula was off— the way she moped near the Trainee's den, instead of happily bounding over to him with the cute smile that was remaining on her face long after she walked away from him. Everything was different now that Starlight arrived, and he didn't know why.
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Dec 26, 2018 23:50:32 GMT -5
(Hello! Just got off work. That's right...we had that time skip. I really need to fix the front page as well. Looks like I'm doing that in the morning! For those that have new trainees, please remind me who your mentors are so I can put it down! Also, I'll need a roll-call. Going to be deleting [and adding] a few people. I'll give till the weekend to figure it out.)
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Post by roboticpandacat on Dec 27, 2018 12:49:45 GMT -5
Queen + " Butterfly of Broken Wings " + Camp = Bramble
The worn queen watched as her consort came to greet her for the morning, as he often did when he awoke earlier than her. The purr in his throat sparked one in her's, the humming sound in unison nearly put the she-cat to sleep right where she stood. "Good morning, my love. I'm afraid neither of us slept well last night," A soft smile appeared to shrug off the previous statement as well as stifle an incoming yawn. "How did you sleep?"
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Dec 28, 2018 9:33:23 GMT -5
(Ok! I'm here! I'll be working on the front page. I will also be here to RP if anyone is online. I would love to do Red and Fog, 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】! Also, ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע, want to have some Briar and Night? Also, I'd love to have Fire and Bug talk. Especially say something about them having worked with her words. Mist and Season are open!)
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Dec 28, 2018 10:44:57 GMT -5
{ Wildfire* - 🦉 -- great! Who starts? }
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"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Dec 28, 2018 10:46:12 GMT -5
Wildfire* - 🦉 - - { Sure, we can RP them! Could you maybe start? Muse is incredibly low for me right now. }
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Dec 28, 2018 12:57:55 GMT -5
(【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】, you want to start? ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע, sure! Give me a moment.)
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Dec 28, 2018 13:57:52 GMT -5
Night of Terrible Winds - Tags: Briar (Fighters' Den)Night jumped back up the cliff-side with an ornlep in his jaws. The tom had been keeping an eye on Briar recently. She seemed a little off the past few days or so. Night was exactly sure why, but he hoped that if something was bothering the she-cat, she would talk to him. Cause that's what mates do, right? He wasn't too sure himself. It was still new to him. "Little?" he called out quietly, not softly. It was very hard for his voice to be soft. ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע Fire that Sings to the Air - Tags: Bug (Nursery)Fire stretched her wings out as far as possible, feeling that same itch return to the base of her wings. Part of her knew what it meant. Yet, she was doing her best to try and avoid it. Fire grumbled lightly to herself and shook her fur. With a glance up at the cliff-side, the she-cat could see others moving around. Maybe Bug would be up soon? 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Dec 28, 2018 15:23:34 GMT -5
| Red Lily That Grows On Water | | Tribal Runners' Den to Camp | ~ | Fog - Wildfire* - 🦉 | ~~
The femme had awoken on her right side, curled into a small fluffed ball facing the opening of the cavern. Her left eyelid opened to reveal her beautiful heterochronic orb, yellow peering at the exit. Red's only exposed eye was hidden as she let out a soft yawn, inhaling pushed her side upwards, which allowed her to feel the presence of her companion who always laid upon her— Akída. Her orange-red reptile let out his own little squeak that was truly his own yawn, and she let out a small giggle as her two orbs watched him sleep. His little spikey body was curled up into a ball and facing the direction of her face, giving her an advantage to when he opened his own light colored optics that had been scattered with darkened flakes along his iris. She let out another quiet giggle when his cold eyes turned soft and he let out another yawn, snuggling into her fluffy coat. "Good morning." The owner cooed softly, and her only response was him crawling towards her back. She rose to her feet, where the Acutus made his spot on her back peacefully. The athlete smiled at her reptilian and decided it was time to wake up, but today she thought of relaxing. With whom? She had the perfect idea with, but only if he was willing. They only really talked once and it was brief, but hopefully he wouldn't be busy. She assumed he was up since early in the morn, and typically he was, but just to double check, Red looked around the shared den cautiously, and never noticing his own gray pelt. With the conclusion, she carefully exited the cavern and made her way towards the exit.
As she stepped out of the den, Red inhaled deeply. It felt nice to always get an even fresher breath of air— in her opinion, it made her feel more awake and alert, and it always felt nice. Her eyelids were up, revealing her heterochronic eyes, which danced over the camp's features for the older athlete's pelt and bioluminescence combination. No soon after, she spotted the masculine and with a shy smile, she bounded over to him. With her thoughts boiling within her, Red couldn't resist thinking of his reaction when she approached him. Perhaps it would be boredom, or annoyance? What if he only saw her as a tribe-mate and didn't want to see her this early within the day? Her heart's rhythmic thumping seemed to accelerate, yet she still managed to have her bounce to her sprint, her eyes never breaking off of his pelt as she continued to bound towards him. Her speed wasn't entirely fast, but being distracted by how he looked from behind, Red tripped over her own paw and fell next to him with a soft grunt. Her body landed lightly and as she fell, she softly bumped into him. Rising to her paws, Red felt her face heat up. "I-I'm so sorry Fog! I wasn't paying attention. Are you alright?" She mewed quite quickly, not making eye contact with the male. Realizing she hadn't given a greeting, Red's face flushed a bit harder. "G-Good morning by the way."
{ I'm sorry if this is a bit cliché ;v; She's just a softie }
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"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Dec 29, 2018 12:32:12 GMT -5
save for replies
roboticpandacat - - { I gotchu >:0 }
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Dec 31, 2018 15:27:01 GMT -5
| Stars That Rise In Late Evening | | Trainees' Den | ~ | Malmor - decipher | ~~
The combatant had been around and about all morning, trudging through the cold outside in the tribe's territory to burn off some steam. She was much more of an independent girl, one who preferred to stay away from her mentor and discover her own methods on making fighting combos and techniques to take out her opponent, especially for being around the shortest of average height for a fighter trainee. Things were going great out in the wilderness. That was, until she heard a cry of one of the world's infamous birds. It was scary, truth be told, and she didn't want to fight one of those creatures alone, so she tailed back to the base of the tribe. Though she was deep within the forest, she managed to make her way back to camp in a matter of minutes, her limbs lacking the burning sensation from their core due to her excessive workouts she executed early in the morn throughout the days. She typically was hidden due to her lack of speech. She began to huff because of her wasted energy, and realizing she hadn't seen her best friend in a while, who she knew had a tendency to sleep in, made her way to the trainee's den. Walking inside, she spotted the beautiful luminescence that laid along his spine, and with a small smile she bounded forward to him. "Malmor," She hummed out softly, with her light accent coating her own voice. Noticing his lack of response, she gently prodded at his shoulder, something he had told her to do when he wouldn't awake. Though nobody was inside of the den, she still kept her respect and refrained from yelling, something she felt her throat wasn't capable of anyway. "Malmor, wake up." She muttered quite annoyed, yet there was still a hidden hint of amusement behind it. Without his sturdy and tall physique moving, she gave the bigger male a sharp shove that could awaken him immediately, and she glared at him with furred brows and harsh optics.
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Post by decipher on Dec 31, 2018 16:10:32 GMT -5
【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】
He woke up with a start, quickly feeling the sharp nudge of another cat. He jumped up, readying to fight (battle stance and all) when he realized it was only Evening. He muttered with a smile, “alright, alright I’m awake.” He then decided to get some life-prey, feeling lazy because he had just woken up. He was moving rather slow as he picked up a rather plump rodent and started devouring it. He was very hungry as he hadn’t eaten anything since last night. It was a bit exaggerated, he had to admit, but he was a rather big cat and a big cat usually meant a big appetite. He pushed the half eaten animal towards Evening, thinking himself rude for tucking into breakfast by himself. “Would you like to eat with me he?” He questioned her with a delightful smile. He then picked out a skinny bird and continued on eating. He wondered if maybe he could help with a hunting patrol. He knew he was a fighter but hunting had always caught his interest. He then paused and turned to Evening “I’m thinking about going on a hunting patrol I know I’m a fighter but it would be quite nice to do something different, you know, to help out. I’m pretty sure they would allow me don’t you think?”
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 1, 2019 21:41:51 GMT -5
(Well, THAT didn't go the way I planned! Sorry everyone! I'm replying now. Still have Mist and Season open.)
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Jan 1, 2019 21:47:58 GMT -5
Fog that Never Ends - Tags: Red (Camp)Fog practically sprung into the air. The already nervous tom spun around on a dime with his fur slightly on end. Eyes wide, Fog took in Red and almost instantly relaxed, although his eyes still showed slight alert. The grey tom wasn't good at surprises. It always made his more nervous that usual. Still, Fog felt bad, knowing that the she-cat hadn't meant to scare him. And he was a little prone to over-reacting in these situations. Flattening his ears in a defeated manor, Fog replied quietly to the she-cat. "I-it's ok, Red. I'm-I'm sorry if I over-reacted." He looked at his muddy paws, showing that he had been outside of camp again. Tribe of Rising Star's knew what he did exactly. "Good morning." He said in reply as well to her greeting. He hoped she wouldn't just walk away as so many others did. He was popular like his brother or pretty like his sister. Nor was he strong like Season or Bramble or adventurous as Bright or Black. He was just...boring. And to many others, not worth being around because of it. 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】
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"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Jan 1, 2019 22:18:18 GMT -5
ϟ Bramble that Captures Thorns ϟ | Camp | Tags - - Butterfly
A look of concern clouded his facial features and his head tilted to the side. Unlike his mate’s brisk ability to dismiss her previous comment, it stuck with Bramble to the extent he had to mention it.
“You didn’t sleep well? You don’t think it’s anything dangerous, do you? I could always enlist Morning for another checkup—just in case. And if it’s only restlessness, I’m sure I can supply you with a little bit of Retatem, but not too much. It could harm the little ones. On second thought, let’s not even risk that possibility. But you need sleep, it’s important and—"
The protector stopped himself, finally noticing the panic that had started to build-up in his tone. His tail coiled tightly around his paws, giving them a quick squeeze in an attempt for self-comfort. Lately, the tom had been uncharacteristically worried. With the amount of knowledge he possessed, so came the amount of possibilities—negative, positive, or otherwise.
Of course, in this instance, Bramble focused on the negatives, thinking if he went in by this approach, he’ll be able to better tackle the problems that did happen to arise. And, with kitting just around the corner, the brunet had become even more anxious. His chin rested on her head and he issued a sigh, rippling some fur atop his mate’s cranium.“Sorry, just worried. I slept mediocre, since I sleep so much better by your side.”
& ☣ Little Briar Reflected on Slough ☣ | Outside Fighter's Den | Tags - - Night
A small form arose from the mounds of sleeping felines, fierce blue eyes aglow in the lair’s obscurity. Her half-lidded gander jerked towards the entryway, prompted by an utterance of a special nickname—a fond pet-name coined by her beloved consort, Night. She smiled tiredly at the sight of him, framed handsomely against the light that oozed behind his shape.Picking up her figure—an unnaturally small, yet graceful frame for a fighter—she elegantly tiptoed through the sea of slumbering bodies. As such, she was able to remove herself quietly from the den and into the open air, where talk could be safely continued without the possibility of disturbing the sleeping warriors within. Immediately, she roughly head-butted her mate’s chest, a purr vibrating fondly at the back of her throat. She loved waking up everyday to her beloved companion but… These days she’d become a little distant. Even now, she withdrew far too soon from her morning greeting, playing it off with a yawn. Was it guilt? Worry, timidity, or otherwise? She didn’t know. But after the incident with Fern, everything had gone downhill. What if Night assumed she’d purposely murdered the she-cat out of a fit of jealousy? Was he regretting his choice of mate now?She heaved out a sigh. The atmosphere was tonic, carrying delightful traces of the forest’s damp aspects. It calmed her, enough to regain her composure.
“Good morning love,” she stated with a note of genuine affection. “How did ya sleep?”& ツ Bug that Crawls on Tree ツ | Nursery | Tags - - Fire
WIP @.wildfire & ღ Faraway Nebula where Stars are Born ღ | Camp | Tags - - Dragon, Starlight
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