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 23, 2018 16:50:21 GMT -5
Sootpelt || Tags;;
Sootpelt ushered the elders out, trying to make the opening as wide as he can so they could squeeze through. He glanced back at the elder stuck under the branch and rushed over, checking for any signs of life. The tom tilted his head down and closed his eyes sadly before standing up and dashing out from under the branches of the fallen tree.
"These are all the ones I could still save." he mewed, looking at the battered elders.
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 23, 2018 16:59:17 GMT -5
Goattuft's ears lowered at the sight of the battered elders, noting that they were down one and his paws slipped once more in the snow, causing him to loose his footing. "We need to get them to the nursery." he rasped out, his throat closing at the sudden onslaught of emotions. How much was their tribe going to loose? "We also need to get Quietsong to look them over."
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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 23, 2018 17:51:08 GMT -5
Sootpelt || Tags;; Goattuft
Sootpelt nodded solemnly, "I'll take them to the nursery."
The tom helped the elder's up, allowing one to lean against him for support as he guided them through the snow to the Nursery. A shiver wracked his body, but he pushed through the cold and, upon arriving at the nursery and ensuring the elders were situated, he fell to the ground tiredly. He groomed his pelt, slowly melting the snow and frost that had built up. Hopefully, he'd warm up soon.
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 23, 2018 18:04:27 GMT -5
Goattuft stood still for a moment, feeling lost in the blizzard that was going on. The tribe lost so much already and they just lost another elder. How were they going to survive this leaf bare? He shivered violently, the feeling in his shoulder completely gone now that it was numb.
Quietsong crept along the cats in the nursery, quietly checking them over and offering a few words of comfort as she went. Her ears lowered as she spoke among the elders, noting that they were in shock and were too cold for her liking. She was afraid that she was going to loose them at that rate but she couldn't do anything but leave them in the center of the group. Pausing by Sootpelt, the healer pressed against the tom for a moment, feeling his temperature. A chill went down her spine at the feeling of the sudden cold and she nudged him lightly. "You should move closer to the center and not the edge. You'll catch a cold."
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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 23, 2018 19:01:43 GMT -5
Sootpelt || Tags;; Open
Sootpelt looked at Quietsong and nodded, pulling himself to his paws and padding closer to the center of the den. He quickly felt warmer as he groomed among the warm bodies of the elders. Hopefully the storm will pass soon, he didn't think those outside could last too long in this weather and without food or herbs the tribe may loose many. The black tom turned his head upward, silently willing Starclan to help them through.
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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 24, 2018 7:23:17 GMT -5
The storm began to quiet, slowing down until it was little more than mild snowfall.
Stormstar flicked his gaze upward. The wind appeared to have stopped, rendering the snow harmless. Perhaps Starclan was finally showing mercy.
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Sept 24, 2018 9:22:58 GMT -5
Icepaw purred softly, keeping Cavernpaw warm and trying to get him to go to sleep. As the Elders came in, she looked up. One was missing and the group seemed so vulnerable and small. She lowered her head, shifting to let the Elders curl up in the middle of the Nursery.
Graywhisker sighed, following the rest of the clan back into the Nursery, his eyes looking over the group of cats curled up inside the Nursery. Would they ever recover fully?
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Sept 24, 2018 9:33:10 GMT -5
[ Storm - Did you see my post on the joining page? :3]
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 24, 2018 11:59:44 GMT -5
Cavernpaw finally fell asleep when the storm outside started to die, too tired to notice the elders that shifted near them. He shifted closer to Icespark when Quietsong made her rounds again, pressing briefly against every cat to measure their temperatures.
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Sept 24, 2018 12:54:38 GMT -5
Icespark looked up at Quietsong for a moment, hoping she would know she was thankful for everything the she-cat was doing for them, she laid her head down on her paws, letting her eyes close as she hoped to drift to a peaceful sleep.
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Genderfluid
86
your mom
Pronouns: Any except they
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Post by 86 on Sept 24, 2018 12:56:22 GMT -5
(Really don't know what to do with Cloudwatcher here tbh. Where's he supposed to be?)
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 24, 2018 13:36:48 GMT -5
Most of the cats took shelter in the nursery. He can be there)
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Post by Thunderheart57 on Sept 24, 2018 16:12:38 GMT -5
Sparrowtalon went inside the nursery to keep himself warm.
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Post by Noivian on Sept 24, 2018 16:24:51 GMT -5
Willowdapple looked over the clan from the entrance to the nursery. They'd lost an elder, and perhaps all confidence in ever recovering. At least the storm had calmed to simple snowfall... The deputy shivered in the cold, but refused to join the clan in the nursery. There was still so much to do, dens to dig up, an elder to bury, mouths to feed... There was no rest, especially not when the clan was in so much turmoil.
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 24, 2018 16:44:14 GMT -5
Riversong crept out of the nursery, shivering slightly as the snow started to fall softly on her back as she picked her way across to Willowdapple. "You need sleep." she commented, glancing around the devastated camp. Her ears lowered slightly at the sight and sighed, glancing up at the sky.
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Post by Noivian on Sept 24, 2018 17:04:42 GMT -5
Shaking her head, Willowdapple stifled a yawn. "There's no time for sleep..." but she had to admit that it sounded like a good idea to her tired body. "We need a hunting patrol sent out eventually, and digging up the dens should be a priority..."
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 24, 2018 17:25:36 GMT -5
"The dens can wait till everyone has had sleep, we're small enough now that everyone could fit in the nursery.." Riversong said quietly, her heart sinking at her words. The clan was much bigger before but now they could fit together..Shaking her thoughts away, Riversong continued to speak. "Those who have rested can go out on a patrol to see how much was lost and what prey can be caught. Lostfur is still out there as well."
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Genderfluid
86
your mom
Pronouns: Any except they
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Post by 86 on Sept 24, 2018 18:44:26 GMT -5
(alright, thanks.)
Cloudwatcher sheltered in the nursery with the other cats, subconsciously checking on them to make sure they were all okay. He stared out of the den's entrance, watching the snow drift down now in an eerily calm matter. He huffed, and wrapped his tail around himself after fluffing out his fur and shaking off the snow that still clung to it.
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 24, 2018 18:56:34 GMT -5
Quietsong finished her rounds and padded up next to Cloudwatcher, settling down next to him. "Today was too eventful for my tastes.. You're not hurt either are you?" she asked him, glancing out at the ruined camp. This was going to take forever to recover from this blow.
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Genderfluid
86
your mom
Pronouns: Any except they
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Post by 86 on Sept 24, 2018 19:01:21 GMT -5
(Assuming you signed that to him. Remember, he's deaf.)
'Fortunately, I'm not,' he signed to Quietsong. 'I'm just a little shooken. Things like this can be quite alarming, especially when you receive little to no warning before it happens.'
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 24, 2018 19:20:52 GMT -5
Quietsong's expression fell at his words and she bit back a sigh, turning to reply. "I'm glad you're not hurt. The ancestors didn't give a warning?" she asked, signing as she spoke.
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Genderfluid
86
your mom
Pronouns: Any except they
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Post by 86 on Sept 24, 2018 19:27:59 GMT -5
Cloudwatcher shook his head. 'Unfortunately not. I don't know what's been up with them lately. They seem to be getting more and more mysterious and vague by the day.'
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 24, 2018 19:46:51 GMT -5
"Our tribe.. They need them more than ever right now but they stayed silent. Many would loose their faith after today." Quietsong signed regretfully, knowing how much the tribe was hurting because she herself was in pain.
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Post by The Mindless Opal on Sept 25, 2018 12:36:38 GMT -5
Scruffytail wrapped herself tighter around a complaining Canarysong, the yellow kit wanting to go outside and play in the snow. The queen's large tail wrapped around the kit, pulling him back in. "You need to stay in the Nursery, it's too cold outside."
The kit ducked away from his mother, beginning to wander through the group of cats, looking them over, as his mother watched him like a hawk.
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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 25, 2018 22:11:41 GMT -5
The calm snowflakes drifted down lazily, glittering in the milky light of dusk. It is strange that even the most beautiful of things are often the most dangerous, Stomstar remarked philosophically, recalling the blizzard that occurred only a few moments ago. He shook his pelt to rid of the white flakes and padded toward the nursery.
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Genderfluid
86
your mom
Pronouns: Any except they
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Post by 86 on Sept 26, 2018 8:18:15 GMT -5
"Our tribe.. They need them more than ever right now but they stayed silent. Many would loose their faith after today." Quietsong signed regretfully, knowing how much the tribe was hurting because she herself was in pain. Cloudwatcher nodded in agreement, but didn't sign another word. He instead simply lay his head on his paws and watch the snowflakes drift down from the sky through the nursery's entrance.
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Bisexual
mrmidnight
I’m a girl mrmidnight is the name of the franbow cat
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Post by mrmidnight on Sept 26, 2018 11:00:13 GMT -5
( wait is the blizzard still going? ) Puddlemist crouched at the entrance to the nursery, shuffling his paws and watching his tribemates. Sickness could spread easily in the nursery and they were in no state to fight off diseases, especially with the blizzard driving away prey and killing precious herbs.
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 26, 2018 12:14:05 GMT -5
Quietsong noticed Puddlemist's unease and brushed her tail over his paws to gain his attention. "Don't fret. Our tribe is strong and we have survived the unimaginable, we will pull through this." She told him quietly, glancing over at him with a soft gaze. Turning her attention to the sky, the healer sent up a silent prayer as she doubted her own words.
Gracefur was watching the kit poke around the nursery and she felt a stab of pain and jealousy grip her heart with thorn sharp claws. Why did her kits die when this kit lived? Granted, she knew that this kit was a lot younger than her own and she had no right to be watching him the way she was.
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Bisexual
mrmidnight
I’m a girl mrmidnight is the name of the franbow cat
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Post by mrmidnight on Sept 26, 2018 12:32:43 GMT -5
Puddlemist sniffed and sat up “Quietsong? Do you think our ancestors have sent all this misfortune as a punishment?” The Tom asked in a hushed tone. in his head Puddlemist thought about a million other questions have their ancestors abandoned them? Were they unwilling to look over the tribe? Was the tribe of rising fog doomed?
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 26, 2018 12:40:10 GMT -5
"A punishment?" Quietsong repeated back, turning to look at the tom with a shocked and hard look before her gaze softened once more. "No. I dont think that they're punishing us. We have already suffered through countless harsh moons during leaf bare and leaf fall. I don't see how this is any different. Their ranks swelled with our numbers and I think they try to do what they can to watch over the tribe they left behind."
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