Heterosexual
Storm
don't judge my activity m8 last time I was on here was three years ago
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Post by Storm on Sept 20, 2018 21:52:38 GMT -5
Stormstar stopped in his tracks and looked up at Quietsong. He hesitated for a moment, not sure of what to say. "Is everyone alright?"
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 20, 2018 21:57:55 GMT -5
"They're worried for you. The blizzard came out of nowhere and then you left." Quietsong explained, fluffing her fur against the storm. "Did you manage to find Lostfur?" she asked him, glancing around as if she could find the tom. Was he still out there?
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Heterosexual
Storm
don't judge my activity m8 last time I was on here was three years ago
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Post by Storm on Sept 20, 2018 22:12:05 GMT -5
"No... He's out there somewhere," Stormstar replied regretfully, padding toward the nursery for shelter.
A tree loomed over the camp, Its roots groaning and croaking to be released from their position in the soil. The heavy winds tugged at the branches and leaves, and snow piled up against the trunk. One by one, the roots began to splinter, echoing a loud cacophony of snapping sounds throughout the clearing.
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Sept 20, 2018 22:17:55 GMT -5
Graywhisker flopped himself on the edge of the nursery, staring out over the camp with a sigh. He hoped Lostfur would be alright. He rested his head on his paws, barely feeling the cold as he waited in silence.
Icespark curled up in the den, licking at her frozen paws. She looked up for a moment, her eyes looking over each of her clanmates individually, blue eyes lingering on her father for a moment. She thought about standing, pressing against him and telling him it would all be fine.. But she didn't want to lie.
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 20, 2018 22:26:15 GMT -5
Quietsong felt her blood chill in her bones at his words and she stayed where she was, shivering violently in the harsh winds. "Great ancestors, please watch out for us all." she prayed quietly, her voice lost in the snapping of tree roots. Her head whipped towards the tree and she could only watch in horror as it began to buckle. "No!"
Gracefur and Cavernpaw bickered quietly to each other, pressing up against one another for warmth in the shelter of the nursery. Riversong let out a small sigh as she peered into the den, shaking the snow off of her pelt. She could hear something snapping behind her and she glanced out with a curious gaze. "Do you guys hear that?" she asked the group, watching Goattuft shiver in the back of the den.
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Pansexual
Dirge
Hello! I'm Dirge, a little artist who sometimes like to roleplay as a cat, heh heh ^^;
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Post by Dirge on Sept 20, 2018 23:09:09 GMT -5
Sootpelt || Tags;; Riversong
Sootpelt was gazing after Quietsong, following her line of sight to see that Stormstar had arrived back in camp. He jumped when he heard Riversong. Shaking his head, he turned his full attention to the she-cat next to him.
"Yeah, I know. Let's go." he mewed, walking in the direction of the nursery.
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 20, 2018 23:23:17 GMT -5
Riversong ignored the growing sounds of something snapping and followed after the tom, waiting for him to enter the nursery first. She had questioned the group on the sound earlier but when she received no answer she went back to Sootpelt.
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Sept 21, 2018 0:04:23 GMT -5
As the tree began to fall, Graywhisker jumped to his paws, his eyes gone wide in terror as he watched. Had Starclan not hurt them enough? The battle? The blizzard? And now a tree falling in the camp. He moved himself towards his daughter, pressing himself up against her for comfort as he watched the tree in silence.
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Genderfluid
86
your mom
Pronouns: Any except they
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Post by 86 on Sept 21, 2018 4:15:22 GMT -5
Cloudwatcher was still sheltering in the den, finally beginning to warm after what seemed like forever. Suddenly, he felt rather loud vibrations from noise outside. He stood up, deciding to check it out. Besides, if he stayed hidden too long, the clan might worry about him. After pushing his way through the snowy barrier that had piled up in front of the den, and emerging once more onto the snowy wasteland the area outside had become, he froze as he saw the tree beginning to give way to the immense amounts of snow piling up against it. The deaf tom backed away, as he was pretty close to the tree. He joined his clanmates, and for once in his life, he feared the deathly silence that plagued his existence. If someone were to be secretly trapped by the tree, he would not be able to save them, as he could not hear them, and a cold, sharp feeling invaded his nose whenever he tried to pick up a scent.
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Lostfur
"Great, lets gather up all the useless cats and hope a tree fall on them." -Jayfeather
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Post by Lostfur on Sept 21, 2018 6:06:33 GMT -5
Lostfur laid there wide awake listening to the howling of the wind just outside of the trunk he lay in. He wondered slightly if the clan was alright, or even if they were in dire need of help. Regrettably he clung to the safety of being in the trunk for he undoubtedly knew if he left. He would be dead.
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Heterosexual
Storm
don't judge my activity m8 last time I was on here was three years ago
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Post by Storm on Sept 21, 2018 6:58:51 GMT -5
The tree gave one last creak before snapping at the base and cascading down down into the camp. It landed directly on top of the elder’s den, emitting huge waves of vibration and splitting the den’s roof into two pieces.
Stormstar froze, watching helplessly at the event unfolding.
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Sept 21, 2018 9:35:26 GMT -5
Graywhisker was terrified as he watched the tree fall, and for once he didn't hide his emotions from his clan.
Icespark watched the trer fall before she stood, turning her back and hiding her face against whichever cat was nearest. "Starclan has abandoned us.." She whispered.
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Sept 21, 2018 9:58:42 GMT -5
Sparrowtalon was frozen in place. It felt like time had slowed down for him as the tree fell and the roof of the cave crumbling to pieces. He mewed to Icespark and Graywhisker, "Don't stand there, do something! Help me clean up the debris afterward, tend to the injured, and help restock supplies!" The gray tabby made sure he was out of the way of the debris so that he wouldn't get crushed by it.
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Sept 21, 2018 10:03:55 GMT -5
(Test!)
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Post by Noivian on Sept 21, 2018 10:30:32 GMT -5
"No!" Willowdapple shrieked in dismay as the tree crashed down on the elder's den. How many were trapped inside? How many even survived? She was bounding in the direction of the smashed den in an instant, tail waving in fear. Pushing on the tree trunk did nothing to move the behemoth dead plant, so instead she clawed at the remains of the den, hoping, fearing that someone was still alive. After quite a few moments of digging, she realized her clan was still out in the snow, gawking at the fallen tree. The deputy looked back to the assembled cats. "Don't just stand there, either get in the nursery or help me dig this out!"
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Sept 21, 2018 10:46:37 GMT -5
Graywhisker shook his head and bounded through the snow towards the deputy. Hw put his weight into it, trying to push for a moment before his claws went into it.
Icespark was still numb from shock and slowly turned, pushing the Initates back into the nursery. She couldn't feel anything anymore, she didn't want to.
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 21, 2018 11:40:28 GMT -5
Cavernpaw had stumbled as he was pushed and snapped out of his daze that he was in. "I-Icespark! S-stop! I'm the hero! I need to help them!" He pleaded with her, not realizing how badly he was shaking. He had emerged from the safety of the nursery when the rumblings started only to see it crush the elders den.
Goattuft pushed by the two cats and bounded across the grounds, quickly coming up to the deputy. "Focus on digging the snow out of the way! Graywhisker and I will try to move it!" The large tom could only pray for a moment that the den was empty but with the blizzard he couldn't be sure and that thought alone terrified him.
Quietsong let out a whimper and shrunk back from the shockwave of snow that the crashing tree brought. She felt numb inside and it wasn't from the cold. She had no herbs, how was she suppose to treat the injured?
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Post by Noivian on Sept 21, 2018 12:14:28 GMT -5
With a brisk nod, Willowdapple took to the snow and shoveled it away with her paws as fast as she could. But the more snow she moved, the more seemed to take its place, if not from the sky then from the surrounding area crumbling inwards to take its place. A stray thought crossed her mind. This was pointless. The only thing she'd get in reward for this was numb paws and cold warriors. But the deputy pushed on, digging and digging, hoping that if anyone were under here, it wasn't too late.
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Sept 21, 2018 12:48:10 GMT -5
Icespark pressed closer to Cavernpaw. "Let the older warriors take care of it. Let's you get warmed up." She mewed softly, guiding the shaking apprentice inside. "They don't need a hundred paws getting in the way." She was trying to be motherly, she really was... She just wasn't good at it.
Graywhisker followed after Goattuft, pressing his shoulder into the tree as he tried to push. He was worrying, scared of who might be in there still.
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 21, 2018 13:09:16 GMT -5
Goattuft let out a small snarl as his paws slipped on the loose snow below and a scrapped painfully against rough bark sticking out. He winced and paused, staring down at the blood coating the end of the wood. That isn't good.. he thought, getting a better grip before shoving his shoulder back against the wood. He ignored the pain as he heard the wood groan as it settled into place and he redoubled his efforts, noticing that his shoulder went numb with grim satisfaction. He was normally the type of cat to ignore these happenings but he couldn't, not now when clan mates could be buried under. "Willowdapple, the wood is groaning. I don't think that we'll be able to move it."
Cavernpaw shivered violently as he allowed himself to be led back inside, glancing back constantly over his shoulder at the group. "I-I'm the hero though, I should help." he insisted, unconsciously leaning into the warmth that Icespark was providing.
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Genderfluid
86
your mom
Pronouns: Any except they
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Post by 86 on Sept 21, 2018 13:37:53 GMT -5
Cloudwatcher viewed the scene silently, anxious to see if they would pull out any survivors, or if the cats, if any, they retrieved would be dead instead. He kept a solid posture, but he internally was fearing for the worst.
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Sept 21, 2018 14:24:02 GMT -5
Graywhisker let out a growl as they heaved at the wood, his ears flattening as he pushed. He knew come tomorrow his joints would be aching from the effort, cold, and stress. He stopped pushing as Goattuft spoke. "Can a cat get into the den? One of the smaller ones?" He asked, he was nervous for even suggesting that they sent a cat into the den to look for survivors.
Icespark let out a soft purr towards the apprentice. "Even heroes need to rest and warm up," she said softly, getting him into a nest and licking his fur like a mother would to a kit, trying to dry and warm him up. She sat against him, even though she wasn't much warmer.
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Pansexual
Dirge
Hello! I'm Dirge, a little artist who sometimes like to roleplay as a cat, heh heh ^^;
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Post by Dirge on Sept 21, 2018 15:11:17 GMT -5
Sootpelt || Tags;; Graywhisker
The black tom shook his head, pushing away the shock of the tree falling. Adrenaline coursed thrpugh him, blocking the feeling of the chilly snow air. He dashed over to Graywhisker. Looking at the den, he quickly evaluated the best way into the den. He looked at the tom beside him.
"I should be able to fit in there." He mewed.
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 21, 2018 15:21:17 GMT -5
Goattuft eyed the den then Sootpelt as the younger tom spoke, feeling unease wash over him. "Are you sure Sootpelt?" he asked the tom, pausing his efforts in order to gain a better footing. The large tom couldn't help but glance over at Willowdapple and Graywhisker, studying them for a moment.
Cavernpaw would never allow this normally but the tom curled up around Icespark, shivering as she lapped at his fur. The cold and shock finally wore down on the tom and her extra warmth soothed his nerves. "I-I'll go help them.. Right after I warm up then." he told her sleepily, fighting to stay awake but the day was wearing heavily on the innate.
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Lostfur
"Great, lets gather up all the useless cats and hope a tree fall on them." -Jayfeather
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Post by Lostfur on Sept 21, 2018 15:57:47 GMT -5
Lostfur laid there adrenaline pumping through his entire body. The snow had finally reached inside of the trunk and he was freezing more and more by each second. He sat up and licked his fur seeing if he could warm up. He closed his eyes slowly and only thought of the tribe praying that Starclan would help them.
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Post by Noivian on Sept 21, 2018 18:01:05 GMT -5
Willowdapple looked between Sootpelt, Graywhisker, Goattuft, and the hole they had made between the log and the remains of the den. Finally, after a brief bit of inner debate, she nodded to Sootpelt. "Get in there, get anyone in there out. Be quick - we'll hold the trunk up for you." Abandoning her digging to leave the hole wide open for Sootpelt, Willowdapple dug her paws into the snow for steady footing and braced herself against the tree. "On three! One! Two! THREE!" With a heave, Willowdapple pushed with all her might against the tree, helping to widen the opening just a tad more.
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Pansexual
Dirge
Hello! I'm Dirge, a little artist who sometimes like to roleplay as a cat, heh heh ^^;
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Post by Dirge on Sept 22, 2018 13:09:35 GMT -5
Sootpelt || Tags;;
Sootpelt dashed forward, squeezing through the opening. His yellow eyes quickly scanned the remains of the Elder den, noting the remaining elders. A few were huddled next to eachother, eyes wide and one was stuck under a branch from the tree.
"This way!" He called, catching the elder's attention.
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Heterosexual
Storm
don't judge my activity m8 last time I was on here was three years ago
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Post by Storm on Sept 22, 2018 13:18:29 GMT -5
Stormstar dashed to the fallen tree and propped himself up against it to help expand the opening into the crushed den. Why are you punishing us? He asked their ancestors desparately. What have we done wrong?
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Sept 22, 2018 13:57:34 GMT -5
Sparrowtalon pitched in and started digging with his Clanmates.
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 22, 2018 18:40:09 GMT -5
Goattuft groaned slightly when the log shifted with the help of Stormstar and glanced down at the opening with worry. "How many are in there?" He asked, renewing his efforts when Sparrowtalon joined as well.
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