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Post by Voidastral on Sept 25, 2018 10:55:40 GMT -5
((If everyones up for it! I'll let others give their opinions too. I dont want to stop anyone if their roleplay is somewhat important.
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Post by 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖐 on Sept 25, 2018 18:22:26 GMT -5
((Can I get reposts?)
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Post by Voidastral on Sept 25, 2018 20:05:06 GMT -5
((This??)) Dolli | The Forest | Mosaic & Tidepool - 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖐 Dolli thinks on it for just a split second, her tone sounding more breathy. "Oh! We were running from these horrid animals and we got lost. So we've been here for some time but I-well- I haven't eaten in a while and neither has my friend." She attempts to try and sound jumbled, so it doesn't matter if her story makes sense or something like that. "Is it possible you have any food?" she asks, forcing a more desperate tone on herself. Mosaic | The Forest | Dolli & TidepoolMosaic nods, looking about as frightened as he did when they first arrived. "yyeah." he makes a somewhat sad attempt at sounding scared, with a pretty bad and oddly done stutter. He would think after being with Dolli so long lying would get easy for him but nope. He's just as awful at it as he's always been.
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Post by Alchemist on Sept 26, 2018 0:08:13 GMT -5
Breezepaw | Dead Rocks | Noivian 's Koipaw
He huffs at her chuckle, but otherwise doesn't say much as they pick their way through the rocks and towards the ocean lapping against the shore. Squinting his eyes and baring his fangs as the wind gets tougher to fight and the spray stings at him, he follows Koipaw and bounds over the boulder in one leap, landing in the thick sand with a splat that soaks his coat. "Gross," he complains, holding up a paw covered in the muddy sand. After doing his best to shake all of it off- if something is making your fur heavy the ocean can be twice as dangerous- he turns to Koipaw and sits, curling his tail over his paws. "Where should we start? I don't feel like getting water in my eyes all day."
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Post by Voidastral on Sept 28, 2018 6:36:49 GMT -5
(( : P
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Post by Voidastral on Sept 28, 2018 6:47:31 GMT -5
((Ah ok.
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Post by Voidastral on Sept 29, 2018 15:51:52 GMT -5
Spottedshell | Beachclan | All
As dusk swiftly approached the clan, Spottedshell took her place upon the speaking ledge. She speaks quietly to herself before calling out to the meeting, repeating the same call she's heard since she was a kit. The tortoiseshell rests upon the Speaking Ledge awaiting her clanmates to gather 'round and listen to her speak.
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wildwatcher
Profile pic is my two Good Bois, Samandriel and Galyrith
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Post by wildwatcher on Oct 1, 2018 1:54:17 GMT -5
Fishclaw sits among her fellow warriors, waiting patiently to hear her leader address the clan. She smiles to herself as she remembers how not long ago she was an apprentice desperate to receive her warrior name. She casts a glance at Pearlnose before looking back expectantly at her leader.
Sealpelt sits beside his mate as the leader spoke. He'd seen so many of these meetings, and leaders far before Spottedshell, but he always got excited to hear the she-cat. Even in the face of danger, she was the kind of strong Sealpelt knew his clan needed, and so he felt a wave of calm rush over him as the she-cat addressed the clan.
Dogear quickly gazes over the group for the location of his kits, counting in his head and repeating names so he knew no one was missing. He didn't think himself controlling, he just loved his kits, no matter how old they grew, and wanted to make sure they heard what their leader was about to say.
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Post by Voidastral on Oct 1, 2018 9:43:24 GMT -5
Hello!))
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Oct 1, 2018 10:30:48 GMT -5
Urchinfur sat next to his mate, looking up rather disinterestedly at Spottedshell. He couldn't think of any reason to have a meeting, so it was probably just a random announcement. He wrapped his tail with Sealpelt's and moved closer to him until his long fur swallowed up his mate's sleek pelt.
Pearlnose sat near Fishclaw, smiling at the other she-cat before turning her attention up to Spottedshell. Her paws kneaded into the ground anxiously, as she had no clue what was going on. Maybe she found out about how they mistook a shell for an omen? It was unreasonable, but Pearlnose couldn't help the thought from sinking down to her paws.
Spongepaw huddled in a group with the other apprentices, his eyes bright with excitement. It was very unlikely he was becoming a warrior, but you never know. Perhaps he did something really cool recently that he just didn't realize. No matter what it was, the pale tom's tail was flicking wildly with excitement.
Foamtail sat near the back of the group, drawing her paw over her ears impatiently. She would rather be outside lounging or casually hunting instead of being around all these cats at once. She continued to clean her pelt and feathered tail as she waited, not paying much mind to anything going on around her.
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Post by Voidastral on Oct 1, 2018 10:56:04 GMT -5
((Spottedshell is making an announcment about a rogue in the territory
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"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Oct 1, 2018 11:50:27 GMT -5
Warrior ... ♛ | Kelptangle | ♛ . Camp . . Noivian 's Gullsong , Announcement . -- At the noise of her leader's call, the queen shifted to a seated repose, eyes skittishly wandering through the sea of assembling cats. Involuntarily, her flank brushed against the deputy beside her, instantly finding comfort in their shared touch. The gesture was short-lived, as the she-cat realized the sort of contact was generally exclusive to romantic pairs. ...Not friends like the two currently were.
"Do you know what the announcement is going to be?" she whispered softly to the companion beside her. For some reason, the situation filled her heart with dread, and it began to pulse a bit faster than usual. Something assuring like 'an apprentice ceremony' was bound to mollify the femme's troubled qualms. However, until Gullsong disclosed the meaning behind the gathering, if at all, she would remain in the dark and, subsequently, stay nervous.
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Post by Voidastral on Oct 1, 2018 12:52:16 GMT -5
((Mhm!
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Post by jpanda29 on Oct 1, 2018 14:43:20 GMT -5
Swanheart groomed herself one eye on the other cats in the camp. Her mind was sparked with the curiousity of what the leader of beachclan may have to say. Was there a warrior ceremony? Maybe a epic quest? “Ouch.” Swanheart winced as her tongue ran over thorn that was stuck in her fluffy pelt. She pulled it away buring it in the ground
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Post by jpanda29 on Oct 1, 2018 14:45:17 GMT -5
Marshstep impatiently began to pace. He didn’t want to be stuck in camp for too long. His pelt began to spike up slightly. If he had his way, he’d be gone out patrolling or hunting for the clan. Not waiting for a clan meeting
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Post by Voidastral on Oct 1, 2018 15:21:38 GMT -5
((I have an hour til ill be home to type up spottedshells announcement
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Post by Noivian on Oct 1, 2018 17:04:36 GMT -5
Gullsong | Beachclan camp | ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע 's KelptangleConfused by the sudden call for an announcement, Gullsong sat up and scooted just a bit closer to Kelptangle."I don't know," she replied honestly, "Spottedshell didn't tell me anything. I don't think it's any kind of ceremony..." She didn't know her response would cause her friend more distress, but she wasn't about to lie either.
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Post by Voidastral on Oct 1, 2018 17:22:29 GMT -5
((ahh thank you!!))
Spottedshell | Beachclan | All
Spottedshell sits, watching as her clanmates gather before speaking "Duskmoon met a rogue today, he described the cat as a black tom with a notched ear and scar across his left eye. I would like our dusk patrol to keep a look out for him, we may even begin to increase our patrol numbers just by slight. We don't know if this rogue has accomplices or not. I do not want any apprentices leaving camp without their mentor or another warrior." no one had been killed yet and she wants to make sure that the young apprentices aren't the first. She trusts her warriors can hold themselves. Spottedshell is hoping this is the right choice she's making. She'd have to speak to Gullsong after the meeting in case the deputy had any ideas.
((Idk how much I like this but here we are. The new cats will be added once I'm done eating!
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"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Oct 1, 2018 18:44:20 GMT -5
Warrior ... ♛ | Kelptangle | ♛ . Camp . . Noivian 's Gullsong , Everyone . -- The queen froze, shoulders stiffening and facial features going alight with dread. Her formerly quickening heartbeat tripled—if possible—and it felt like a caged hare against her chest. She couldn’t feel her paws shuffling anxiously against the dirt, nor the deafening pounding resounding in her ears. She had gone numb with fear.
That night flooded back to her before she could brush the traumatic recollection away. Her look on her attacker, though shaky, had been enough to make out a few details. …The very same Spottedshell’s announced. The description chilled her to the core, prompting a few unshed tears to prick the corners of her eyes—threatening to fall if she wasn’t careful. Any warrior could notice the fleeting looks of panic, dread, terror. It was written across her face, clear and as vivid as a lamppost.
She swallowed, realizing with a start her mouth had gone dry. The molly had never considered the rogue to have remained roaming about the territory, perhaps in wait for another victim…
That was when the realization kicked in. If she didn’t speak now, what would the chance be that another naive she-cat ended up in her predicament? But… She couldn’t possibly say anything, could she…? What would the Clan think? Would she be cast out like she’d been anxiously theorizing?
Before more thoughts could cloud her judgement, she choked out a few, terrified words:
“I am bearing his kits!”
With the newfound attention, her head drooped, ears falling flat against her cranium and tail coiling tightly around her shivering form. She would’ve leaned into Gullsong, but was too afraid to check the deputy’s face. What would she see then? Disappointment? Disgust? …Hate?
Her stomach squeezed into a knot and she suppressed the urge to vomit. What had she put herself into?
“…I… I never wanted to be with h-him. In fact, I had never met him un-until one night, during a midnight hunt- I… I was attacked. I only got a few g-glimpses which matches your description very a-accurately. Wh-When I stumbled into c-camp, I was t-too ashamed to say anything. I just hoped it wo-would fade into memory. Until on-one day, I realized I was ex-expecting. I swear I never intended it! I never wanted these kits! But if it’s true, th-that if he’s still here, then the Clan should know what he’s c-capable of.”
She lowered her head submissively, too afraid to meet the gazes of her clan-mates. Her form was trembling violently, and her heart felt like it had taken its place in her throat.
"I'm so sorry."
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Post by Voidastral on Oct 1, 2018 18:57:26 GMT -5
Spottedshell | Beachclan | All
Pure horror struck the leaders face before receding back into her much more stoic expression. The she-cat thought on it for a moment. She felt so much for the poor she-cat. Kelptangle is a good cat, Spottedshell knows this. The leader thinks on it for a moment before speaking up again, "No one is to judge nor mock Kelptangle." Spottedshell understood that Kelptangle wasn't at fault and she didn't want any other cat to make her feel worse than she might be. There would need to be a foster father or mother for the kits, most definitely.
((I dont wanna say too much cause I know gullsong's gonna reply but ye
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Post by Noivian on Oct 1, 2018 19:55:52 GMT -5
Gullsong | Beachclan camp | ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע 's KelptangleGullsong nodded with the announcement, looking around briefly for her apprentice... until Kelptangle spoke up. As the she-cat continued, Gullsong's mouth went dry, her voice caught in her throat. Slowly, the deputy turned to look towards her best friend as she admitted to... Finally, Gullsong swallowed the lump in her throat. "Kelptangle, I..."
She looked about the clan - despite Spottedshell's order, she could see disgust and mocking on the faces of her clan mates. No one said anything, but she could tell most of the clan was thinking it. 'What a disgrace,' she imagined them all saying, 'a warrior bested by a rogue. Downright humiliated. A poor excuse for a cat.' Gullsong felt her fur prickle in dissent, and for the glare that was cast in the direction of the two she-cats, Gullsong sent one right back.
"I'll help Kelptangle mother the kits," Gullsong said at last. "I've heard from queens that first litters are always the hardest." Turning to her best friend, Gullsong offered a wide smile and gentle purr. "If you'll have me, that is. I'll gladly help you out however I can."
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Post by Voidastral on Oct 1, 2018 20:14:07 GMT -5
Spottedshell | Beachclan | All
The leader simply nods. She was a little disappointed in her clanmates but overall felt proud that at least the deputy was kind enough. Not that Spottedshell had doubts. She'd been very careful when choosing Gullsong as deputy. She watched the faces of everyone else. Some seemed fine and others did indeed seem to take up an issue.
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wildwatcher
Profile pic is my two Good Bois, Samandriel and Galyrith
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Post by wildwatcher on Oct 1, 2018 22:33:55 GMT -5
Fishclaw watched silently, unsure of what to say. She wasn't as bold as Gullsong- she'd never wanted kits. She also knew she couldn't say anything to put strength back into the queen's heart after such an attack. She hoped her eyes communicated well enough for her as she witnessed the rest of the clan's reaction.
Sealpelt had never before heard of a warrior getting attacked like this. But he knew his place was always with his clan, so he chimed in, "If Kelptangle needs any of us, it is our duty as her clan to stand with her in any way she should need. Kelptangle," he said the next part quietly, so only the queen by him could really hear, "your clan will catch you if you fall, every time, no matter what. What happened says nothing of your abilities as our clanmate, and your strength here is unmatchable." The elder hoped the she-cat understood, and he hoped his clanmates followed through with his words. After all, if cats were judged on the events of their past, he wouldn't have survived his attack either.
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Post by jpanda29 on Oct 2, 2018 5:17:01 GMT -5
Swanheart’s tail twitched the slightest even though she barely knew the deputy or the queen, she felt pleased that Gullsong had decided to act as a father to kelptangle’s kits. It was nice of him to do that. She ran a tougher over a grey paw then ran that paw over her head and cheek slightly bored now.
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Post by jpanda29 on Oct 2, 2018 5:20:22 GMT -5
Marshstep looked irritated, his displeasure written on his face. Why were they so supporting? She was having a rouges kits! She may as well if broken the code. He wasn’t going to speak out though-the folded ear Warrior knew that wouldn’t help him gain any favoritism.
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