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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 29, 2018 11:15:05 GMT -5
[ hey guys! sorry for not coming back on last night, I was having a rough night. will be on & RPing around 5 pm tonight @velveteenwolf would it be alright if I changed Wildclaw’s name to Wildsky? ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 11:17:27 GMT -5
(sure lm )
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 29, 2018 11:17:48 GMT -5
[ sweet 😎 ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 11:30:58 GMT -5
Sparkly , yes, I would love for Haresky and Ceder to be siblings ^^ She's returning to camp with Stormchaser if you'd like him to interact with them. ))
Also, Velv, they could have kits in the future if any players would like to play them. ^^ If not they can be NPC'd by us if you're interested! )) Cedarwhisp | The Loch | Stormchaser (@velveteenwolf ) Cedarwhisp clung close to Stormchaser's side, her golden-brown pelt rippling on edge. The warrior was a relatively brave and fierce fighter, and would readily place her life on the line to defend her clanmates- especially the ones she loved and cared for. Yet when it was herself in danger, particularly with something she couldn't see, it was...different. The pair walked silently through the tall grass as they passed The Red Summit, giving the bloodred sands a wide berth. Prey swaying from her muzzle, the she-cat's vibrant expression held just moments before ebbed away into a detached, wooden look. Stubbornly hiding how much the interaction had fazed her, Cedarwhisp kept her sea green eyes fixed on the trail opening ahead of them. Her honey-brown tail trailed behind her.
As they neared camp, she successfully bottled up the turbulent feeling of dread that had latched into her chest. That was her specialty, and it normally worked quite well. Placing a white-rimmed paw ahead of her mate's, Cedarwhisp turned to meet his eye. Although unspoken, the look was all she felt was necessary. Thank you, I love you, let's carry on as normal. The last thing she wanted to do was damper their moods, as she had done this morning, after they had had an amazing hunt together. His dark gaze caught hers, watching her silently for a moment, and slowly the anger began to soften somewhat, the pair might have been young but they knew each other well, and to Stormchaser the warrior was his rock and what kept him grounded. Especially during times like this when his blood was boiling with frustration and anger, more often than not it was his mate who could bring him back rom the edge of doing something stupid out of anger or fury. And for that Stormchaser was more thankful for his mate than he could ever begin to describe effectively to her, but hopefully she knew. Though begrudgingly, the charcoal tom nodded in agreement.
Keeping close to her as a shadow might have, the tom kept careful pace with the golden warrior as the pair made their way back to camp. His jaws clamped carefully around his prey, the tom entwined his long black dappled tail with hers, the golden and black mixing together as he did so. Though there was a degree of frustration to how he carried himself, he was beginning to calm down at least somewhat. It wasnt in his nature to forgive and forget what could be a threat.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 11:31:51 GMT -5
(also yes, kits would be incredibly cute between these two! And I’m sure wed manage to find someone)
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 29, 2018 11:37:43 GMT -5
Awesome! I have some ideas for cute names. I'll be back in a few hours to respond I have to take my dog on a walk. ^^ ))
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 29, 2018 12:58:52 GMT -5
I can't even wait to think of cute prefixes.)) Imagine if one was identical to Storm, but had Cedar's eyes or stripe down their chest? ^w^ ))
Cedarwhisp | Camp | Stormchaser (@velveteenwolf ) Cedarwhisp brushed up against her mate as they approached camp, entwining her tail with his. Her honey-brown fur smoothed as The Red Summet fell to the back of her mind. Opposites attracted, so it seemed, as she refused to dwell on unsavory experiences. Just as she left nightmares in the nest when she rose in the morning, the tension lifted from her shoulders as they left The Red Summit behind them. While Stormchaser was the heart and soul of their relationship, she was the rock that centered them in the present. Giving the charcoal tom an appreciative lick behind his ear, Cedarwhisp tried to sooth his quarrel as they passed through the camp entrance.
The golden-accented tabby spotted her apprentice beside the lanky form of Spiderdusk, but decided to allow the caramel-striped tom to approach her when he was ready. Oakpaw was an anxious cat, so she tried to mentor him with that in mind. He knew his duties and she liked to teach him at his own pace. It meant that it took longer for him to become a warrior, but she learned early on not to rush a nervous cat. Returning her attention to her mate, Cedarwhisp drank in the crisp breeze running through camp. The sun was steadily crawling into the sky, patrols and hunting parties would be sent out, she assumed. Stormchaser now had two successful hunts under her paw, she had to step it up. A competitive streak was deep routed in her disposition, one that appeared early on in her own apprentice years. It's what drew her and Stormchaser together those moons ago. Grinning at the thought, her gaze lingered on him as they deposited their catches. Now it was her turn to stare.
Pressing her muzzle against his cheek, Cedarwhisp allowed a purr to escape her lips. While they were kindred spirits together, she didn't like to be as openly kittish around her other clanmates. Settling beside him, she straightened and dawned a reserved demeanor.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 14:45:07 GMT -5
Dropping the rabbit and vole onto the fresh kill pile with a twitch of his whiskers, the tom had expected the warrior to go to her apprentice, and his eyes glanced back at her when she didn't. He had long become accustomed to not being overly affectionate of her in camp or around others, whilst he didn't mind it especially, he knew she preferred to keep their relationship more private, and Stormchaser respected her wishes. His gaze continued to wander across camp, trying to catch sight of cats to see who might be awake, though due to the late hour he expected that most would be out of camp on patrol or hunting. He hoped that none of them would be faced with the same sight they had. The sleek tom was finally beginning to relax entirely, simply hoping he had been mistaken in what he had seen. One final time the tom cat pressed against Cedarwhisp, before pulling away to lift a plump sparrow and carrying it back to her and depositing it at her paws.
"Come on, goody two paws," he told her with a mischevious twitch of his whiskers. "Surely you can share a meal with me now, if Spiderdusk is occupying your apprentice for a little while."
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 29, 2018 15:13:08 GMT -5
Cedarwhisp | Camp | Stormchaser Cedarwhisp finally caved under her mate’s persistence. “You’re unrelenting,” she cooed, faking an exasperated tone, but her eyes betrayed the jesting facade. Shining with affection, she followed Stormchaser eagerly. A faint rumbling in her stomach curved her desire to be productive. The piece of fresh kill swaying in his jaws was enough to keep her paws from going across camp.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be so cold.” The honey brown warrior said apologetically, the waning sunlight catching the dust that lifted around her paws as she settled. “I love you, Stormchaser you know that. I don’t care if the whole clan knows, mousebrain.” She rasped her tongue over the fur between his ears, the gesture mimicking the tom from earlier that day.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 15:20:06 GMT -5
Watching as she settled beside him, his tail wrapping neatly around the pair of them he chuckled softly at her comment. Depositing the animal at her paws before stretching out in the grass at her side and resting his charcoal head against his paws with a content sounding purr. "Umm hmm," he said with a soft purr. Watching her with a slight twinkle to his gaze, he knew it was the truth, and that she had her reasoning behind not being publicly affectoinate to one another. He mreowed with laughter at her ticklish tongue between his ears, reaching up to nuzzle her from where he was contently resting. "Now hurry up and eat before you wake starclan with that stomach of yours."
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 29, 2018 15:36:43 GMT -5
Cedarwhisp | Camp | Stormchaser Cedarwhisp laughed, a growl forming in her throat that matched the gentle rumble of her stomach. Ears swiveling to the bird deposited at her paws, the honey brown warrior bent down to pluck the feathers from its side. Placing them neatly beside them, she took a generous mouthful. She chewed happily, savouring the taste- but it settled into a pit in her stomach. That was odd, birds were her favorite, they rarely made her feel ill. A slight wave of nausea made her blink slowly as it passed. Then, she felt normal again. Weird.
Cedarwhisp lifted a paw and cleaned her whiskers with a swipe, careful to angle her claws away from her face. She nudged their meal towards Stormchaser, her eyes vibrant once again. She’s recovered quickly from whatever that was, the weird feeling in her stomach had subsided, for now. The golden accented tabby was positive it hadn’t even shown on her surface.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 15:46:45 GMT -5
Stormchaser- - - LochClan Camp; Cedarwhisp; Tekoa
As his mate began to eat, the charcoal warrior lifted himself to his paws a little so that he sat up, grooming her fur of the dust, burrs and moss which had become accumulated in her golden fur during their ventures outside of camp. His eyes narrowed with careful concentration as he worked to make her a little more presentable. His whiskers twitched at the thought, his dark tail entwined with hers. He seemed entirely content in that moment, and he didnt care who might see them for now. However, his ears twitched with concern when he felt his mate stiffen when she felt discomfort, looking up with a degree of concern in his gaze, licking her between the ears as he asked with a concerned tone of voice. “Is everything ok?” He questioned, nudging her ears in a ticklish manner, eyes light with laughter all the same..
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Post by ⁻ ⁻ ☾ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵐᵒᵒᶰ on Aug 29, 2018 17:24:39 GMT -5
[ hey guys! it seems my last post glitched... so I was wondering if my forms were okay and if i needed to add or fix anything? If they're all okay, I'd love to start RPing with anyone who's open to it!! ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 17:52:28 GMT -5
(yep! You’re good to go blue!)
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 29, 2018 18:03:33 GMT -5
[ hey, I'm on and ready to RP! ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 18:06:19 GMT -5
(hey lm! How are you? And sure, I have thunderblossom, open if youd like!?)
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 29, 2018 18:15:00 GMT -5
[ I'm doing well, you? and yeah that'd be perfect! would you mind posting a starter? ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 18:21:16 GMT -5
(on it! And pretty well thanks!)
Waking up from where she had been curled up sleeping in her nest, Thunderblossom let out a content sigh as the warmth of her mossy nest kept her from wanting to leave her nest. Rolling over as she stretched out her midnight black legs in an almighty stretch, before pulling herself to her paws with some effort. The nature of a very swollen stomach didn’t make many things in life easy at this point, but the slender queen did what she could to remain somewhat active for fear of otherwise losing her mind from boredom. Lowering her nose to sift through the downy fur of her underbelly, a soft purr tugged from her lips at the feeling of kicking kits which brought a smile to her expression, she stretched out finally before moving to head from the nursery and into the world above.
Casting her gaze around camp in search of company, she moved to take a small drink from the brook running through camp, lowering herself awkwardly into the long grass in order to take her drink, she was thankful for a largely deserted camp for the time being. Before finding herself a sunny place to sprawl out on her side and enjoy a while in the warm morning light.
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 29, 2018 19:28:38 GMT -5
Sorry about being poofy today Velv! ))Cedarwhisp | Camp | Stormchaser (@velveteenwolf ) Cedarwhisp's eyes softened as Stormchaser groomed her pelt, and when the odd wave of nausea had subsided, her ear pricked as his voice spoke near it. "Yeah, everything's alright. I think I just got a sour bite," the honey brown warrior responded, arching her neck to lick a patch of fur over her shoulder blades. Stretching out her forepaws in front of her, she watched as some dust settled on the tom's charcoal fur. She shifted her position so that she could return the favor, rasping her tongue over his shoulder. As the sun had dried his wet fur haphazardly, Cedarwhisp concentrated on smoothing Stormchaser's pelt in the right direction. Once the tabby was satisfied with her work, she rested her chin on his flank and closed her eyes for the briefest heartbeat. A purr rumbled deep in her chest as their tail entwined. The she-cat wanted the moment to last forever but knew that it wouldn't.
Lifting herself off of him, Cedarwhisp settled in a more upright position. Their pelts brushed as she leaned over towards their meal, picking it up by a wing with her teeth. Placing it in front of her mate, she lifted her muzzle upwards with a single feather stuck between her whiskers. Cleaning it away with a swipe of a white-rimmed paw, the golden-accented warrior felt as though she was brimming with contentment. Taking another bite, a smaller one this time, she cautiously chewed. This time she was spared of the the odd pit it had left in her stomach just briefly before. "Just making sure." Cedarwhisp grinned, her whiskers twitching as she turned to focus on camp. Almost everyone was either returning or out on some patrol or party. Seeing how the clan was being productive, she decided to let Oakpaw have a relatively easy day today.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 29, 2018 19:29:28 GMT -5
(How did you manage to get another clan up in the handful of days I was out sick? XD)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 19:35:28 GMT -5
Stormchaser- - - LochClan Camp; Cedarwhisp; Tekoa
"Is this all some great ploy to get me killed?" His growl was a playful one as he continued to carefully work. Arguably working more than he needed to, but he was enjoying the time with his mate so didn't mind all that much as he carefully picked his way through her golden fur. "Have you put deathberries in it or something like that?" He purred, adding to his words with a playful swat at her nose with a deft paw. "Because you can just tell me if that's the case, I'm not that bad when it comes to rejection, promise," he purred with a lightening gaze. Thankful when his mate assured him that she didn't think it was anything worrisome. The last thing the clan needed right now was an outbreak of illness, Thunderblossom had kits on the way, and whilst it was unusual for this time of year, it wouldn't be great for anyone. Most of all Stormchaser, who would likely be too caught up in his work to do anything of use or productive for his clan if his mate were to fall sick. "Did you actually leave any sand at the Red Summit?" He questioned playfully, picking his way through her fur with some finality before resting back down beside her. Stretching out his legs with a content purr, smiling when she rested her head across his shoulders. "Because I think you've brought just about all of it back with you."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 19:36:16 GMT -5
( cos it usually takes me a day, if sky XD I have no life this one took ages to plan and craft believe it or not, or at least in my terms DX but I quite like it!)
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 29, 2018 19:56:37 GMT -5
Welcome back Skyblazer! I'm glad you're feeling better!))Cedarwhisp | The Loch | Stormchaser (@velveteenwolf ) Cedarwhisp laughed and pushed the sparrow closer to the charcoal tom, feigning an evil look. Well, what she thought such an expression would look like; it may or may not just appear like she was scrunching her face up. "Let us dabble with fate, why don't we?" She responded, her accent growing purposely thick. The honey brown tabby rolled onto her back, going belly up, her front paws pressing against Stormchaser's side. The golden accents grew more prominent on her underfur, highlighted even more so by a cascading stripe of white that swirled down her stomach fur.
Dawning a wide smile, she curled her back so that her eyes met his. "I rolled in it just for you," Cedarwhisp responded, her sea green eyes betraying affection as she straightened herself once again. Settled with half her weight on the warm ground, the tabby warrior's tail remained entwined with his. Due to the tom's impeccable grooming, nothing stuck to her smoothed pelt. She eyed the sparrow at his paws and repeated his words just heartbeats prior, "Now hurry up and eat before you wake Starclan with that stomach of yours." Her gaze swept camp as she returned her attention towards it, not wanting to be kept out of the loop.
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Post by plagυe docтor on Aug 29, 2018 20:00:36 GMT -5
hey everyone, I'm here c:
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 20:05:30 GMT -5
Stormchaser- - - LochClan Camp; Cedarwhisp; Tekoa
Even in this less than elegant position, to the tom's very biased opinion she still looked rather beautiful, though drenched within an inch of her life and covered in mud Cedarwhisp would have likely still looked rather lovely to Stormchaser. Purring in amusement, he ran his nose through the soft downy fur of her underbelly, partially tickling partially affectionate. But he said nothing further and took a bite of his own from the animal, to him it tasted just like a regular bird. Though his favourite tended to either be squirrel or hare, he didn't mind bird and found nothing wrong with its taste. Shrugging his shoulders and thinking nothing more of it, he finished the piece of prey hungrily. "Sometimes your just a big kit aren't you," he chuckled in amusement, eyes bright with laughter. Whilst the pair had briefly mentioned the prospect of a family together, it was never really an idea which sat heavily on the tom's mind. They were still young compared to most warrior couples, and he would have been happy either way. Always the type to simply roll with the punches, and if Cedarwhisp was happy, that all the charcoal tom really cared about most of the time. "Mousebrain," was his rumbling growl. soon finishing his meal and pausing for a moment to rid his whiskers of the blood and bone remnants from what he'd eaten.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 20:20:49 GMT -5
(hey arach, sorry completely forgot to reply- shall do now)
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Post by plagυe docтor on Aug 29, 2018 20:25:11 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 20:26:36 GMT -5
oh gosh xD I love this family though, they're super cute <3 Lightninghawk - Lochclan - @velveteenwolf Lightninghawk lashed his tail a few times in excitement, though nerves grew in his belly. He'd had a crush on the calico ever since he was an apprentice, and he hoped he didn't screw up or say something fish-brained. Looking around, he noticed a sunny patch in camp not too far from where they were, and he flicked his tail towards it for her to see. He trotted over and settled himself down, placing the rabbit down as he curled his tail around his paws. He pushed it in her direction, offering the first bite. "After you, ma'am." He meowed in a happy, friendly way. His mouth was watering from the scent that had been wafting up to his nostrils, only making him that much hungrier. He anticipated the first bite, but he wanted to be polite so he offered her the first bite anyway. Butterflies also fluttered in his belly. Now that he was a warrior, he thought he might just have a chance with her. The thought made him even more nervous, and he quickly gave his chest fur a couple licks in hopes of calming himself down. Violetstorm - - - LochClan Camp; Lightninghawk; plagυe docтor
If the calico noticed the tom's nervousness, the warrior shecat was kind enough to not point it out or tease him for it. Her gaze following to where he had pointed out, and nodded in approval of his choice. Somewhere warm to eat would be rather nice considering the biting wind which was now blowing through camp, though it wasn't too sheltered from the wind, the sunny spot would hopefully provide at least some warmth for the pair whilst they ate. Settling herself down beside him, she stretched out comfortably in the long grass. Not close enough that their pelts touched, but fairly close as to not come across as cold or rude. Chuckling a little at his ma'am comment, she growled playfully. "Last time I checked your the one who is a moon older than me," she mreowed with a tone of gentle amusement. Kneading her paws through the long grass to rid them of their aching. Though she wasn't about to refuse his offer of first bite, and took for herself a small bite of the delicious prey. Savouring in its taste as at last her hunger became satisfied, she gestured for the tom to do the same. "How are you today?"
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 29, 2018 20:28:57 GMT -5
Hiya plagυe docтor ! )) Cedarwhisp | Camp | Stormchaser (@velveteenwolf )
Cedarwhisp righted herself, the dust falling from her well-groomed pelt. Casting a lick across her sides, she removed the dust that had accumulated in her roll. Satisfied that she was free of the Red Summet's grasp, the honey brown warrior tsked, flicking her tail against the tom's side. "You bring it out in me, Stormchaser." She responded, watching as he devoured the rest of the sparrow. Something clouded his gaze, but it wasn't a negative emotion. He appeared deep in thought, she studied the expression. The charcoal tom looked happy, she imagined, curling the remnants of their meal underpaw too dispose of it. Once completed, she returned and settled in a sitting position beside the tom.
Cedarwhisp lifted a white-rimmed paw and cleaned her face, her tongue rasping in between her toes to further rid herself of the red sand. As though cleaning her pelt of the substance also disposed of the essence of the dark spirit they had felt, the golden-accented tabby glanced around camp for Starclan cats. She saw the occasional few, although none were there for them at the moment. Most milled around as though they walked with the living, with glittering mice and prey clutched in their jaws. Feeling soothed by the gentle, wise souls, she allowed her guard to remain deconstructed. The playfulness she exhibited with Stormchaser was brief, but more in the open than in previous moons. It seamed that the pair were helping each other develop and evolve, and the thought brought a smile to her face as she gazed over the handsome warrior.
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