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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Oct 10, 2018 20:55:22 GMT -5
(Exactly! That sounds awesome. ;w;)
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Oct 10, 2018 21:13:03 GMT -5
(I kinda just have to wait until she starts kitting and Magpie comes a runnin')
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Oct 10, 2018 21:22:43 GMT -5
Smokekit, muscular and athletic this what seems to be just a solid black tom, but your eyes must be playing tricks on you as he has faint silver ghost tabby markings, that fall more in the blue-grey category than anything. Just like his father he is quite thick with broad shoulders and well toned limbs, speaking of which his ghost tabby markings are most prominent on his legs, face, haunches, and tail tip that seamlessly blend into his sleek short hair. He take on more of a full, sharp edge, angular and short face with wide, and narrow ears; He takes on both of his parents piercing emerald eyes. Smokekit speaks his mind freely and without a filter which means is isn't exactly nice, when not being scolded his is brave and courageous, though adding his curiosity to the mix makes him fearless leading him to take dangerous risks. It may not seem like he is the nicest cat but will put his life on the line to help others. ♡ Bun ♡ kit Brother to Hope kits, father is Howlingstar and mother is Quailhop. The promised
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Post by dashpetal on Oct 11, 2018 7:29:13 GMT -5
hiya, i'm new to the forums. mind if i could join a rp? i have good grammar and i'm a rp lover <3
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Post by Starlit on Oct 11, 2018 7:41:21 GMT -5
you’d be welcome dash
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Asexual
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Oct 11, 2018 9:55:08 GMT -5
Queen ... ♛ | Quailhop | ♛ . Camp . . Starlit 's Howlingstar . -- She could feel Howlingstar’s stare to the prickling of her hackles, but she paid little heed—focusing intently on the meager scraps of prey left. Each bite was becoming a struggle to consume, not just for the taste or appetite, but the pangs beginning to strengthen in her stomach.
The queen made a disgusted look and forcibly pushed away the remains—bits of untouched flesh and bones—and met her mate’s gaze with disorientated glint.
“I’m fine, just… ugh. Bad mouse I guess.”
The shooting tendrils of pain were worsening, until she gave out a groan of discontent, followed by a gasp of realization.
“The kits, they’re coming.”
Dread wormed itself into her heart at the announcement. Bluerose had left some time prior, leaving this upcoming labor to go on unassisted by a medicine cat. Her countenance scrunched up with the pain of the spasms and that of loss—she couldn’t loose this litter too!
. ♟ . Kitten ... ♛ | Magpiekit | ♛ . Outside Camp . . 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ 's Bluerose . -- Excitement bubbling with each step, the messy-furred kitten tumbled out from within the nursery, eyes wide and innocent. She’d gotten tired of talking to herself and her inanimate ‘friends’—mostly moss-balls with acorns for eyes—and had decided to play outside. Maybe Raccoonmask was available! No offense to her other colleagues, but he beat the boredom wrought by the silent treatment they had taken to giving her.
Sunlight greeted her gaze in a harsh manner, but she paid surprisingly no heed, pupils immediately slitting to accommodate the amount of light.
She took to cavorting around camp, before coming across a lone blue butterfly. Transitioning into a sloppy hunter’s crouch, she slunk forward—readying to pounce.
Another sight caught her interest before she could catch her unsuspecting ‘victim’, and she watched curiously as the medicine cat walked out of camp.
T he tiny kitten looked around, noticing nothing out of the ordinary—perhaps Bluerose was going out for herbs.
She shrugged, but when she hunkered down again, the pretty winged insect had disappeared without word.
She mumbled to herself,
“Odd.” She rolled over against the ground and stared up at the shifting clouds. It peacefully remained like this until a distressed groan split the air. Ears pricking, the youth scrambled back into an upright stance. Quailhop was in trouble!
The two knew each other from the shared time in the nursery. She loved the queen, as she sometimes made her feel like someone’s daughter again—of course, when she wasn’t staring sadly at a wall. It made her wonder if the wall was giving her the silent treatment too.
By the sound of it, the mother was going into labor, but without a healer there to assist giving birth, it could be potentially hazardous. Immediately springing into action, the siamese didn’t hesitate sneakily darting through the entrance walls and into the outside forest: she’ll retrieve the medicine cat if it was the last thing she did!
The wilderness was far larger than the kit had expected, and doubt wormed her way into her body as she trudged through. Bluerose’s scent was fresh, but her sense of smell was not yet honed for tracking. It was then she noticed freshly made prints in the dirt. In one of them, delicately perched and situated, was the same blue butterfly as before. It flew off when she neared, flying overhead of the printed trail.
Making up her mind, the she-kit followed after.
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Post by Starlit on Oct 11, 2018 10:27:10 GMT -5
Landing a queering look upon his mate, he watched her face contort with discontent and uncertainty soon sparked in his chest. Flicking his ears forward as he looked down at the discarded half eaten animal at his mate's paws, the leader didn't seem certain. Whilst not an appealing sight, the rodent looked fine to him and he couldn't understand what could cause his mate so much pain all of a sudden. After his mate's announcement, the tom felt his heart stop in his chest and fear soon burned through his veins. The pair had been through this a time before, that time had been filled with caution and fear but underlined with a degree of excitement. This time it was only fear that this litter might meet the same fate as the last. A thousand thoughts quickly sprang through his mind until he thought his head would explode. But none of his fears mattered right now, he needed to make sure both his mate and his kits got out of this ordeal alive. For the sake of both his unborn kits and the shecat he loved, he needed to be as calm as he could, and think things through properly. And he would have sacrificed every life he had to ensure his little family were safe. He wouldn't see his mate's heart broken again. He couldn't see her go through that pain again. On his paws before he could really respond, the tom moved for the exit to the camp. Muscles tensed in preparation to run as though his life depended on it. In his panic he missed the familiar pelt of Magpiekit darting her way through camp and out into the canyon beyond, his eyes fixed on Quailhop as he watched her suffer with pain brewing in his chest. "We have to be calm," he reasoned even if he struggled to keep his tone straight. "You're going to be fine," you have to be fine, to what he prayed he wasn't sure, but he would pray to anything willing to listen. But this was all progressing too quickly, he couldn't leave his mate alone during this. Even if she seemed not to care for his presence any more, this wasn't something any cat could make through by themselves, and he wouldn't abandon her during her time of need. He resisted the urge to press against her in an attempt at soothing, knowing he would likely only upset her further. "Bluerose will be long gone by now," he said quietly, keeping his voice as calm as he could manage, moving to offer his shoulder as something to lean on if she needed it, but not touching her directly for now. "I think this is going to be something we do ourselves." His mind began to rush, desperately trying to remember what had happened the first time, when his first two kittens had been born. His mind began to race but he kept his voice surprisingly straight. "Lets get you to the nursery," he said lowly. Now the den seemed to be miles away but he would carry her if the need arose.
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Post by Starlit on Oct 11, 2018 11:45:29 GMT -5
(where'd ya go? ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע)
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Oct 11, 2018 11:58:45 GMT -5
(ohhhh my Gosh!!! That’s so sweet! The butterfly was StarClan, that’s so awesome. ;w; I’m at work right now, so I can’t respond, but I should not be out for maybe 4 more hours? Pleeeease don’t have her finish her labour before I can have Bluerose back, I really want her to be there with them. <3 Precious Magpie!)
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Post by Starlit on Oct 11, 2018 12:00:48 GMT -5
(darn XD I thought it would be fun to have no med cat for drama purposes XD but ok and yes, magpie is adorable as heck)
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Oct 11, 2018 13:10:50 GMT -5
(oh she would just be there at the end, she could have already labored a couple of kits c: I just want her to be there lol. Also, it will probably be 6 hours. Today sucks.)
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Post by Starlit on Oct 11, 2018 13:12:28 GMT -5
(no worries I hope you have a good day cac )
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Post by Starlit on Oct 11, 2018 13:37:51 GMT -5
(no worries have fun in history!)
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Oct 11, 2018 13:58:36 GMT -5
(Oh! By the way, can I have my kits name and gender and appearance? c: God I thought of a really good name yesterday... Aug what was it? I forget xD I should really write those things down when they come to me. Ah well. But yeah! Just gimme the basics and I can go from there. c:)
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Asexual
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Oct 11, 2018 14:00:25 GMT -5
Queen ... ♛ | Quailhop | ♛ . Camp . . Starlit 's Howlingstar . -- Her stomach churned and convulsed, sending waves of pain that ended in groans of despair. She could barely hear Howlingstar’s words over her own deafening heartbeat, but she managed to catch snippets—namely the one urging her to head to the nursery.
Disoriented, she stumbled in said direction, occasionally relying on her mate’s gentle intervention when agony blurred her vision to black and red. The pain, though overwhelming, was not enough to quench a mother’s might. She trudged on in determination, even if movement agitated the torment—flaring it to an unnatural, painful extent.
She blindly staggered into the nursery, somewhat comforted by the familiar walls, milky scents, and dark exposure. However, by the time another tremor raked her body, the comfort consolation brought by the den vanished, until it became yet another dugout to wail into.
The queen flopped against a random nest’s, bedding hugging her hurting body intimately, just as another spasm contracted her belly. A scream escaped her lips, ending in a ragged, choking gasp.
“Howlingstar? Howlingstar!”
Her paws flailed uselessly in the obscurity, seeking desperately for her mate’s comforting forepaw to touch and hold. She was a strong she-cat, but labor was tough, tougher than she liked to admit.
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Post by Starlit on Oct 11, 2018 14:00:30 GMT -5
(myst would you like to pick?)
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Post by Starlit on Oct 11, 2018 14:02:21 GMT -5
(sounds good to me )
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Post by Starlit on Oct 11, 2018 14:13:23 GMT -5
Following her without a word, he exchanged a knowing gaze with the cats who had begun to gather around the struggling queen, warning them to give her privacy. Heart thundering in his chest, the tom cat drew in a deep breath before following her into the nursery without a word. Keeping his frame close to hers, aiding her when she stumbled and doing what he could to get her to the nursery as quickly as they could without causing the agonised queen further pain or upset. Doing his best to ignore is mate's pained cries, knowing he would all too quickly lose himself to the depths of panic and fear if he concentrated too hard on with wailing. He moved to a nearby nest and pulled together a ball of moss and darted away. Soaking it in the closest puddle he could find within the quarry, fortunately he didn't need to go too far given the recent rainfall, before returning to the den to find his mate collapsed into a nest. Her sight was pitiful, beautiful smoke grey pelt clinging to her muscled frame with sweat and eyes as wide as the full moon. He tried not to grimace as he rested the soaked pieces of moss beside her muzzle and pressed against her frame. Offering his support for a moment until the pain seemed to pass at least for now, before turning away and positioning himself to try and be more helpful to his mate and their unborn kits. Usually in the space of the nursery the massive tom seemed to tower over everything, but now he moved with a confident grace. Adrenaline making his paws faster than they might usually have been, and helping him think straighter than he usually might have done. "I'm here," he promised though his words felt useless. He licked her cheek softly, doing what he could to comfort the struggling queen. "I'm not going anywhere," his promise was a solemn one. Lowering himself beside her as gently as he could. He wrapped his larger frame around hers, offering cushioning to the queen and something to brace herself against as contractions rolled through her. He felt useless, a similar feeling to the first time the pair had been through this but now they were without a medicine cat. But he was determined to keep his family safe, he pressed close to his mate's frame. Concentrating hard on memories of the last time, he tentatively rested his tail across her stomach. Feeling the way his mate's flanks rolled beneath his touch, as her body worked to deliver their kits into the world. Mostly from instinct alone as the contraction seemed to intensify, "I think you need to push." He knew he sounded stupid, surely the mother would know when to, but he needed to do something. Anything.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Oct 11, 2018 14:18:55 GMT -5
(I think I’ll do.... A tom! Also my car just got rammed and I’m having a panic attack so that’s nice today is shaping out to be an awesome day.)
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Post by Starlit on Oct 11, 2018 14:18:59 GMT -5
(sweet boy is trying his best leave him be XD plus this is the first time I've done this leave me be holy christ are you ok cac? is there anything we can do to help?)
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Oct 11, 2018 14:48:35 GMT -5
☪ Ooc >> still not too sure how to jump in lol Also I hope you are okay!
☪ RP >>
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Post by Starlit on Oct 11, 2018 14:49:38 GMT -5
(understandable XD feel free to chuck monarch in if you'd like, or with larkpetal?)
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Oct 11, 2018 14:50:16 GMT -5
(( hi I was wondering if I could join? I'm very nervous to join this ;u; and are you okay cactus?))
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Asexual
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Oct 11, 2018 14:51:19 GMT -5
Venomkit (m) - Structured with athletic muscle and sturdy bones, this creates for an overall lean, powerful figure with a strong, solid feel. His impressive cranium is a triangular-wedge, accommodating round eyes colored a vivid emerald. Set atop his head are two angular-shaped ears, sharpened edges softened from tufts of feathered fleece. This fur is colored a jet-black and cascades from his form in curt strands, pure if not for the additional white eye patches marking his face in a mask-like array. The coat thickens around his neck in the formation of a lion-like mane, as well as plumes on his ankles and toes, before being completed by a plumed, frizzy tail. Irritable | Insensitive | Stubborn | Brave | Organized | Dedicated | Possessive/Protective ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע Kitten Brother to Hope kits, father is Howlingstar and mother is Quailhop. The Brave
{ Note: the reason why I didn't extend on his personality is because he's a kitten and I'd like to experiment first, if that's alright! If not, I'll edit in something I can scrape up with my dead muse lol }
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