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Post by Starlit on Oct 15, 2018 17:04:26 GMT -5
(sorry for poof! made some supper, shall be replying now!)
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Post by Starlit on Oct 15, 2018 17:27:04 GMT -5
Enjoying a moment of peace with the beautiful shecat he regarded as his mate, on being presented with unobstructed access to her rather swollen stomach. A purr rumbling from his throat as he tickled away at the rounded underbelly, tail flicking back and forth in a show of quiet amusement. "They're growing strong," he commented feeling tiny paws pummelling away at his nose and the side of his face, eyes lit with amusement and affection for his unborn kittens. "They will be perfect little warriors," he said decisively, as though without doubt in his mind. Straightening up so he could lie down beside his mate, surrending himself to her incessant aims at perfection when it came to his rather untameable coat. "I think its me who's supposed to be treating you like this, not the other way around," he said with a playful growl. Not complaining about spending time with the shecat he loved, it was becomming more and more of a commodity nowadays. And that would soon become even less when they became parents. Wrapping his thick furred tail around his four paws, he rested beneath the attention of his mate, only occasionally chuckling to himself. However, his eyes narrowed a shade when she mentioned something was wrong. When it came to his mate and her unborn kits the tom didn't catch on to humour or amusement, even in the tone of the shecat he knew like the back of his paw. His jaws parted with concern, but he fortunately caught on before he made a fool of himself. Though he didn't appreciate the moment in which he feared something might have been wrong with his mate, whiskers twitched in annoyance as a result but he didn't take it out on his mate despite this. Running his nose across her ears with an affectionate sounding sigh, he stretched out beside her. Keeping close so she need not go to too much effort to reach every inch of his massive frame in order to qualm her wishes to neaten his fur. "I do hope that when the kits are here, they have to share some of this duty, otherwise I think I might go to the elders den bald eventually." He told her affectionately, not liking that his mate wasn't happy. Though knowing all too well it was for the best in regards to both the shecat and his unborn children, it did little to make him less sad to see it. "Life really isn't that interesting," he promised and it was a partial truth. "I imagine it would be far more fun to stay in the nursery to look after our kits and watch them grow for so long, whereas I only get to be there for a while every day," he answered with a degree of logic to his voice.
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 15, 2018 17:57:47 GMT -5
finally here and i'm making my forms!
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Post by Starlit on Oct 15, 2018 17:59:45 GMT -5
(Awesome pc! I look forward to seeing them )
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 15, 2018 19:20:33 GMT -5
Willowwhisker This tortoiseshell' she-cat's name is derived from her unusually long whiskers (as if that wasn't obvious enough). They seem too big from the petite, skinny feline, as does her lengthy tail. Similar to a willow's leaves, Willowwhisker's eyes are a pale green with hints of gold within her iris. Her personality isn't anything abnormal, as she is rather a plain cat. She goes with the flow; little bothers her. This gives her a patient quality, which is quite vital as she is the medicine cat. Though an unperturbed she-cat, Willowwhisker is also quite curious. She has always shown interest in all things medicinal, as well as the religious aspects of a clan. A great learner, she was an ideal choice for medicine cat. Her curiosity leads to intelligence for her, as she knows many things thanks to her constant digging. However, her overwhelming interest in everything often led the molly to trouble. As a kit, Willowwhisker was quite mischievous and got into nearly everything. This quality still gets her in trouble to this day in many situations. Willowwhisker is, unfortunately, a very easy liar. Sometimes she doesn't even notice how blatantly she lies, which can be a big issue. Medicine Cat Open to relationships of any kind. Willowwhisker believes in StarClan fairly deeply, but tolerates Leveretstar's disbelief. She sides with her leader but is open to others' opinions.
Honeythorn A slender molly with soft fur of a cream hue, Honeythorn is an attractive cat. She has the same body shape as her sister's, spindly with long, muscular limbs. She also shares the dark stripe running down her spine as well as darker stripes, though they're as dark as a light amber. Her tail is the only part of her that isn't as sleek; it forms a sort of plume nearing the base. Her appearance his the only "honey-like" thing about her - the suffix "thorn" wasn't chosen at random. Honeythorn is - best-put - an antagonistic feline. She quarrels easily and always has to be right. Evidently, this molly is quite stubborn and hardly yields to authority - especially since their leader is her littermate. Honeythorn is one of the cats who sides with the Dark Forest over her own family. Secretly, she is deeply envious of Leveretstar's success of becoming leader. She always thought she would be the one to succeed, the one to be the very best. Since that didn't happen, Honeythorn has had a festering dislike towards her sibling. This only grew worse when her mate (The Fallen) was mysteriously murdered; Honeythorn was the first to suspect her sister. Instead of lashing out at Leveretstar, the feline avoids and disregards at all costs. Warrior (The Fallen's Mate) Leveretstar's sister and Lionstar's daughter. Unlike the rest of her family, Honeythorn did not participate in taking down her father. She was indifferent towards the situation and has no ill/good feelings towards Lionstar (let me know if this is ok to do).
Webpaw Webpaw is a gray-and-white tomcat with fur that can never be groomed straight, much to his dismay. He is "prim and proper" type and his own pelt does not match his needs very well. His eyes are an eggshell blue and are rather filmy - his eyesight is rather poor. He isn't fully blind, but this will most-likely become worrisome as he gets older. Webpaw often shrugs this issue off, acting like it didn't bother him, when in reality the problem scares him. He wants to become a great and able warrior, but losing his sight would get in the way of that. He tries to be hopeful, but sometimes, it keeps him up at night. Webpaw is a dedicated tomcat and works hard at everything he does; especially during training. He is desperate to prove he can be a worthy warrior, with or without good eyesight. Even if he is diligent, Webpaw is still a dainty feline and hates getting dirty, which is altogether unavoidable. Still, he tries to stay as neat as possible and will pause anything if he does not look presentable. Apprentice Open to any kind of relationships. Webpaw is bisexual. He hasn't formed an opinion of Leveretstar's leadership yet; he doesn't really pay attention to those kinds of situations.
Plumkit This young feline is doesn't take after his parents very much, being dark grey with thin, fluffy fur and some darker tabby markings. His long limbs, however, comes from his mother and cream paws come from his father. Plumkit's eyes are a stark amber, standing out against his grey coat. Personality is a WIP. Kit Mother is Leveretstar, Blackthorn is his father. Password: What Defines Us
let me know if these are alright! sorry it took so long :')
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Post by Starlit on Oct 15, 2018 19:30:35 GMT -5
just one more thing pc! There’s a password and then your good!
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 15, 2018 20:20:11 GMT -5
done!
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 15, 2018 22:00:43 GMT -5
Foxbite » Now this was fun. This was something she had never been able to really do as a kit, especially since she hadn't had any littermates. Or, well, she did have a littermate. Eaglekit. But he had been weak, smaller tan Foxbite herself even. So Lionstar had disposed of him, had pulled him away from his mother and took his life right then and there. Little Eaglekit had never stood a chance, but Foxbite didn't remember much of him. She remembered that he had shared the same pelt color as herself, but that was it. And that he had been smaller than her and sickly. Other than that she had no recollection of her brother as her mother had been too grief-stricken to talk about him after his passing. But that was enough of that.
Foxbite was pulled out of her thoughts when Leveretstar toppled over and fell to the ground. Worry flashed in the molly's eyes for a moment, but she soon collected herself, realizing that the leader was okay if not a bit winded from the fall, the worst of her injuries being that of her pride. Even still Foxbite leaned forward and licked away a few bits of leaf litter that had collected on the brown molly's pelt. "Gotta be careful there, Tumblestar," she teased with a twitch of her whiskers as she pulled away and glanced up, meeting the gaze of her best friend straight on.
After the little fall and tumble, Foxbite was ready to get going. They had had their fun, but now it was time to get back to business. If there really was a wolf prowling around the borders then it was best to get rid of it before it could kill, and definitely before Leveretstar and Mantispetal's kits came. It would be a nightmare to handle a large, vicious predator with small kits in camp. "Ready when you are," the molly purred, already heading toward the camp's exit with long, smooth strides. Or, rather, long strides for a cat as small as Foxbite.
Eggpaw » A low huff of annoyance slipped from Eggpaw's maw as he plopped his large frame down on the ground near the apprentices' den. Back and forth his tail twitched, yet another sign of his ever growing annoyance with the Clan and what had transpired just some moments ago. All he had done was eat a measly squirrel before hunting for the Clan, what was the big deal? Seriously. He huffed once more. Couldn't a cat eat in peace? Eggpaw had thought Leveretstar and her dear deputy were all for peace and whatnot, but apparently not. What was peace if he couldn't eat a damn squirrel for breakfast?
His mood didn't perk up any when he spotted his mentor looking around camp. Probably looking for me, the ginger tomcat thought to himself. He grunted, pushing himself to his paws. Foxbite had told him that he was to stay in camp today, but did Tigerstorm know that? The deputy seemed much too busy playing around with the leader to have even cared to stop and tell Tigerstorm about Eggpaw's punishment. Perhaps this meant the large tomcat could get away with getting out of camp. It would be nice to do some battle training today, get some of that frustration out. Maybe he could slice up one of his mentor's ears just for the heck of it. How was he supposed to learn to fight if his claws were sheathed and he couldn't do anything?
"Tigerstorm!" The apprentice called over, his voice more commanding than what it probably should be, but what did he care? Just because he was a 'paw didn't mean he couldn't dictate his own life and what he did. And it wasn't like there were that many cats in the Clan that deserved his respect anyway.
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Sparkly
Unofficial Forum President, and the unofficial patrol saint of black cats with blue eyes.
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Post by Sparkly on Oct 16, 2018 3:16:53 GMT -5
Tigerstorm looked over at Eggpaw. Aha! He thought to himself, padding over. "Good morning, Eggpaw," He mewed. "By the way, you shouldn't be so commanding towards those older than you," He added. "I could always communicate disrespect towards Leveretstar and get you a warrior name like, say, Eggflower," He meowed. He didn't intend to carry through on the threat, but Tigerstorm knew very well how disrespectful and overconfident his apprentice could get, and it was better to curb that now rather than later. On that thought, maybe he should go and check with Foxbite about Eggpaw's behaviour that day - he could've sworn he was woken up by a ruckus about prey. "Go tend to the elders," He ordered. "Prey, ticks, new moss, check for any aches that have to be reported back to the medicine den, and then we'll see how much time we have left."
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Post by Starlit on Oct 16, 2018 7:13:37 GMT -5
Sorry for poofing! Went to bed, shall add 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 and then get responses up! If you’d like feel free to throw willow or honey at me
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Post by Starlit on Oct 16, 2018 8:14:33 GMT -5
"Mousebrain," the queen's growl was an entirely playful one as she headbutted her friend's shoulder in a playful manner, twitching her tail from side to side with a chuckle. Lifting herself back onto her paws with a soft grumble, grateful for the fact there weren't too many clanmates mulling about camp just yet that might have seen her tumble. "I've seen far worse from you," she grumbled but let her moment of indignity go without bringing it up again. Chuckling as she felt her kits pummeling away at her sides, seemingly surprised by her lapse in judgement, though thankful that it seemed none of them had been harmed by her slip. Following her deputy at a comfortable walk, composure returning and her gait relaxed and calm as the taller shecat kept up with the small Foxbite. Soon the pair were gone from camp and out in the wilderness of the moors around camp. Parting her jaws, she tasted the air. Enjoying its freshness on her tongue and the familiarity of the place which had always been her home. Had she been a normal queen, the mouse furred leader would have been confined to the nursery more than a moon ago, and part of her was grateful for the secrecy of her pregnancy. Even her own sister was unaware of it, not that the unusual Honeythorn would have been one of the first she told. Their relationship was... estranged at the best of times. She was able to enjoy her usual freedoms, Leveretstar feared she might have lost her mind to boredom if she had been trapped in the nursery for so long. Yes, she looked forward to kits, especially seeing her mate as a father which she was sure would be rather amusing, but at heart the light brown shecat was a leader and then a mother. It was simply her nature. "Where did the reports say the wolf might have been?" she questioned as she walked, stepping carefully through the long grass having learned her lesson from the mishap a few moments before. She knew the importance of ensuring the territory was free of predators before giving birth, not only for the sake of her own kits, but because Mantispetal too was just as pregnant, if not even closer to kitting than the leader was. Maternal instinct already had her protective and alert, even for the leader. As with most parents, she'd have taken a wolf pack on solo to protect her litter, but fortunately there was no need considering the strong and loyal cats who were behind her. And the fine deputy who was beside her. Looking to Foxbite with an uncertain twitch of her whiskers as the pair padded on, "Do you really think its something we need to be concerned of?" She asked quietly. A question she would likely only have asked of her best friend and few others, Leveretstar couldn't have been described as easily being scared, not with how she had grown up. But now there was an extra cost and thing to worry about with everything she did.
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 16, 2018 8:48:15 GMT -5
( i’ll write starters for my cats soon; i don’t have my computer on me so it will take a bit longer in a sense )
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Post by Starlit on Oct 16, 2018 8:50:52 GMT -5
(no worries pc again feel free to throw someone at Leveret and Fox for fun )
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Post by Starlit on Oct 16, 2018 11:06:04 GMT -5
(bump?)
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 16, 2018 12:13:14 GMT -5
Honeythorn ;; { Starlit ’s Leveretstar - runeclan camp } Each night Honeythorn went to sleep, she was haunted by the same dream. Shadow figures swirled around her frozen frame, beckoning her to a mist-filled void that seemed to go on forever. Terror gripped her every time, especially when the cries became more familiar and intense. This night had been the same. As soon as her eyelids fluttered shut, Honeythorn was met with that cursed nightmare. Like always, she was startled awake, pelt soaked with sweat and panting as if she had ran the entire RuneClan territory. Rest never visited her again after that and the molly spent the rest of the night awake, fearful that the shadows would someday reach her outside of her dreams. Though the she-cat had dozed off just as the sun began to rise. She never tried to leave her nest, preferring the den over having to possibly seeing her sister, Leveretstar. Honeythorn’s mood soured each day at the sight of the brown-furred she-cat. Resentment towards her has built up over the years and was nearly reaching a breaking point. Everything Honeythorn has wanted had been taken by Leveretstar and she wasn’t sure if she could ever forgive her. Sun was beginning to filter into the den, immediately bringing the pale-furred feline out of her fitful slumber. Eyes blurry with sleep, Honeythorn stretched groggily before exiting the warriors’ den. She despised mornings, never having the will to do anything. Her dull eyes grazed over the fresh-kill pile, vaguely aware of how low it was. Hunting parties would start heading out soon. The molly groaned softly; she hoped she wasn’t chosen to participate in one. Her entire being ached from lack of sleep. Honeythorn looked away from the pile for a moment, eyes instantly locking with Leveretstar’s. The she-cat tensed and her pelt pricked, but she felt frozen in place. Hatred began blossoming in her chest, threatening to boil over if she kept staring. With a lash of her plumy tail, Honeythorn turned and made a beeline for the warriors’ den. She didn’t have the energy to deal with this today.
( on mobile so formatting isn’t a thing right now, lol. i’ll write starters for willowwhisker and webpaw soon enough )
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Post by Starlit on Oct 16, 2018 12:15:01 GMT -5
(it looks awesome, but I'm sorry pc the whole plotline where leveret kills the fallen hasn't happened yet! its to be roleplayed in the actual thread once that position is filled, plus no one knows about the kits aside from black, willow and fox [unless you want honey to secretly know cos that could be fun )
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 16, 2018 12:18:20 GMT -5
oh crap, i’ll fix that!
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Post by Starlit on Oct 16, 2018 12:31:59 GMT -5
(*facepalms* I'm an actual idiot so please forgive me for that, they've left camp I just realised when I went to reply. how about I chuck batfrost at you? he's always up for a challenge and that could be an interesting dynamic to roleplay?)
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Post by Starlit on Oct 16, 2018 12:58:01 GMT -5
Looking up from where he had been comfortably settled in the long grass of the hollow, the tom cat's wandering attention was drawn by movement in the warriors den and his ears perked forward. Hoping to catch sight of a familiar cat with whom he might be able to share a conversation and perhaps go hunting with, however, the cat who emerged wasn't someone he especially enjoyed the company of. Does anyone except her mate enjoy her company? Batfrost was of the opinion that Honeythorn's own sister wasn't a massive fan of the cream coloured shecat entering camp. For she wasn't known for being the most sociable or kind cat in the clan. I've met friendlier badgers, not that the midnight cloaked tom would ever say such to Honeythorn's face. The result would likely be waking up to cockroaches in his nest, and that was the most peaceful outcome he could imagine. On a normal day, Batfrost would have avoided the warrior like most cats steered clear of rabid wolves. Today however, the tom was bored out of his mind and was in search of a challenge. It seemed as though StarClan had decided to be kind enough to provide him with one. On his paws and at a steady trot, Batfrost did something which was arguably incredibly stupid. He approached Honeythorn without the first thing on his lips being an apology for bothering to get in her way. "Good morning!" His tone of voice in those two words were likely more cheery than a single statement Honeythorn had ever made in her life. Unpertubed by her less than friendly seeming response, the tom cut in front of her before she could return to the warriors den. Ears perked forward and a surprisingly not terrified look on his expression. "I'm bored out of my mind, and you look similar. Want to come for a hunt?" He questioned, energy to his tone, slightly masking the amusement in his gaze. The worst case scenario would be that the shecat would refuse, potentially swat him over the ears for even asking and leaving, perhaps giving the tom an injured ego but one he could survive. Best case scenario would be an interesting afternoon, and if Batfrost really pushed hard, perhaps even a knew friend. Though he doubted the latter would be the case. Charming as he might have been, the dark furred tom was no miracle worker.
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 16, 2018 16:36:06 GMT -5
[ sorry guys, i was pretty busy today - should have replies up in an hour or two if nothing comes up c; ]
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Post by Starlit on Oct 16, 2018 17:19:49 GMT -5
(ok ft! hope your day was good )
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Lesbian
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 16, 2018 17:37:17 GMT -5
Foxbite » Even with her rough and tough nature, Foxbite did enjoy the moments of freedom in which she could just act out and live her life as a kit. Even if the moment wasn't one that lasted very long, it was still something she enjoyed, something that broke her away from all the serious attitudes and natures that a Clan cat was usually associated with. As deputy it was important for Foxbite to keep responsible and mature, but being deputy could be rather stressful, and a stressful deputy meant a stressed leader and a stressed Clan. By playing around in a moment of friendship and laughter Foxbite was relieving some of that natural stress that came with her role as deputy. So really acting like a kit for a few minutes did help the Clan, at least with her thought process it did. But now it was time to slip back into a serious role. Now was no longer the time for goofing about.
Now out in the territory, Foxbite made sure to scent the air for any signs of danger. When the coast seemed clear, Foxbite placed her attention back on her best friend, bat-like ears swiveling forward to show she was paying attention. "There have been reports of strange paw-prints near the northern border. I sent Poppybreeze out with a patrol just yesterday to investigate, and they came back with nothing major, but we can never be too sure. With leafbare on its way the prey is scarce even for the wolves, and I wouldn't put it past a loner or two to pass through thinking they can prey on our Clanmates." Knowing that there hadn't been any significant evidence that a wolf was prowling around did put Foxbite a bit more at ease, but she wanted a solid explanation of the odd paw-prints that had been reported some days back. Best case scenario it had been a lone wolf simply entering the territory for a few minutes to continue on its travels and was now far, far away.
Fear wasn't something she witnessed in Leveretstar a lot. The leader was rather fearless in Foxbite's opinion, so seeing her so concerned about this now sent a shiver of worry through the small deputy. She paused in her walk and couldn't stop herself from leaning forward and pressing her small body against the typically lean form of Leveretstar. "I wouldn't call it a top priority worry, but I would rather get rid of any wolf threat before it can get out of paw," she murmured, doing her best to ease her friend's worry. Foxbite remained against the leader for a moment longer, relishing in the warmth of the other molly's pelt, taking a moment to breathe in Leveretstar's scent. Foxbite had always enjoyed how soft the other female's fur was and how comforting it was to be pressed up against the leader. It was just so nice and welcoming to be with Leveretstar, to get to stand so close to her and ease her worried mind. ...Stop it, Foxbite, she hissed internally at herself before she got too caught up in her thoughts. Having realized she had been pressed up against her for a bit longer than what was perhaps needed, Foxbite slowly pulled away, flicking her tail in a slow manner as if that would dismiss her prolonged gesture of affection just moments before.
Eggpaw » Great. Just great. Now it seemed like even Tigerstorm was going to try and "talk some sense" into him. Eggpaw felt a low growl vibrate against his throat. Why couldn't any cat in this Clan let him do what he wanted? Let him say what he wanted to say? Was it really that hard to ask for? He couldn't do anything without being talked down to or something of the sorts. It was anger-inducing, it really was. Just because he was an apprentice didn't mean he wasn't worth listening to or something. He was young, he would admit to that, but he wasn't a mouse-brain. And just because he was younger than the warriors didn't mean he had to hold his tongue when he wanted to say something a certain way. Could no cat be commanding or angry or anything that wasn't molded into the "perfect" warrior stereotype?
The fluffy tomcat shook his fur out to distract himself before he really did lash out at Tigerstorm. Sure, if he did he wouldn't exactly care, but he could think rationally at times. If he attacked his mentor in camp where every cat could see then he really would be in trouble, and Eggpaw didn't want to hear any more reprimanding from Foxbite or Leveretstar today.
But he could only hold himself back for so much.
Eggpaw's amber eyes narrowed as he glared at Tigerstorm. "You think that's a suitable punishment?" He asked through a growl. Eggflower wasn't a name he wanted once he was a warrior, not at all, but it wasn't like it was something terrible. "You're more mouse-brained than I thought," Eggpaw grunted as he took a few pawsteps away from Tigerstorm, turning to glance over at the other tom over his shoulder. "Oh yes, tending to the elders will surely get me closer to being a warrior," he hissed. "I haven't seen a single warrior do that, not once. So tell me, Tigerstorm, how is that part of warrior training?" Even if it didn't bother him all that much to clean out nests, he wasn't going to do it without a fight. Not when that's what he really wanted right now - a fight or something to get out all of his pent up negative energy after his squabble with Foxbite earlier.
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Post by Starlit on Oct 16, 2018 17:41:13 GMT -5
(I'm sorry but I love fox more and more with every post, replying!)
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Lesbian
#ECF7F7
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 16, 2018 17:42:44 GMT -5
[ pssh, glad she's lovable! xD ]
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Post by Starlit on Oct 16, 2018 17:56:16 GMT -5
Grateful for both the comforting words of her best friend, and the kind gesture the shecat leaned back into the touch in a thankful manner. Brushing her chin over the deputy's head in a move not dissimilar to how a mother might have comforted a kit. There would never be a day when the young leader wasn't incredibly appreciative of the strong shecat at her side, but sometimes Leveretstar had to remind herself that neither party were infallible. Their histories and scarred forms were evidence of that. For what felt like barely a heartbeat, the mouse brown shecat remained there in the comforting scent of her best friend. Enjoying the closeness and familiarity of her touch, the wild nature of her scent. Even after all they had been through, this was one thing that seemed to have always stayed the same no matter the circumstance, and Leveretstar wasn't sure what kind of cat she might have become had it not been for Foxbite being there to keep her grounded. She didn't dare to think of a life without Foxbite beside her. But there moment was over all too quickly, as the warmth and familiar scent of her best friend was replaced with the cool mountain air and the scents it brought with it. As the shecat pulled away from their momentary embrace, Leveretstar thought little of the prolonged moment of affection. She viewed Foxbite as a best friend and a sister, maybe once something even more. But now she had Blackthorn and kits on the way, that memory seemed like a distant dream and nothing else. But the truth was she loved Foxbite, but that love had become difficult to define after a lifetime side by side, in war and now peace, which had blurred the line for as long as she could remember. "Thankyou," her tone was honest and carried a genuine melody to it. It was the truth, she was grateful for her best friend, Leveretstar touched her nose softly to the deputy's shoulder before withdrawing and moving away. "I honestly don't know what I would do without you," now her voice was underlined with a gentle chuckle, and her gaze seemed absent minded. Moving away with a prance to her step and a mischeivous glint to her eye, one that Foxbite and few others had ever seen in the reserved leader as she moved away. "Come on," she said with a grin. "Lets go show that wolf just what happens to tresspassers on RuneClan territory."
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 16, 2018 18:03:01 GMT -5
Honeythorn ;; { Starlit ’s Batfrost - runeclan camp }
Honeythorn’s paw nearly touched the floor of the den when someone suddenly blocked her path. The she-cat recoiled, blinking in surprise. Then she frowned; her clanmates needed to pay more attention to where they were going. Her jaws parted in the beginnings of a warning when her eyes met Batfrost’s. The large, burly tom looked cheerful- too cheerful for Honeythorn’s liking. Her green eyes narrowed suspiciously; everyone knew she was a cat not to be messed with. What was he up to? The only cat who spoke to her like that was her mate, the single cat who couldn’t make her blood boil.
“Bored? No, I’m tired,” the molly grumbled, voice on the verge of becoming a growl. The last thing she wanted was to go hang out with some random tom who seemed all too eager to hunt with her. Though his confidence interested her; approaching Honeythorn was often like trying to befriend a venomous snake. The pale warrior eyed Batfrost up and down, assessing him silently. “And why would you want to spend time with me?” sniffed Honeythorn, tail swaying idly as she spoke. Actually, the feline wasn’t against the idea of hunting with the black tom. It would definitely prove for an interesting morning.
( how about honeythorn finds out before the rest of the clan? not just yet, but soon )
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Post by Starlit on Oct 16, 2018 18:04:21 GMT -5
(sounds good to me I'm replying now!)
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Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 16, 2018 18:33:56 GMT -5
Foxbite » Foxbite had never been one to worry about mates or kits or anything like that, not really. She had always been the type to believe that if it happened then it happened. She never went out of her way to impress another molly or even a tomcat for that matter. Besides, in the kind of Clan she had grown up in romance had for sure been the last thing on her mind. But even then that had not stopped her from developing something beyond friendship for Leveretstar. But she had kept her jaws tightly shut about it all, not daring to utter a single statement about how she felt deep down. And when she noticed that her friend and Blackthorn had been growing closer all those moons ago she had sat back and watched it all unfold. Molly meets tom. Tom meets molly. And that was how it had happened. Foxbite had been there to watch it and had said not a word of malice or discontentment, no, she had instead been as supportive a friend as she could to her much taller friend. Did the relationship sometimes make her feel out of place? O course it did. Not only had she lost her chance to maybe one day admit to her feelings, but a part of her felt like she had lost pieces of Leveretstar to Blackthorn. She didn’t want to be envious or bitter about them being mates, and she was doing rather well in that department. Instead she bit back her own feelings, shoved them down as best she could, and was happy for her friend and mate. Besides, they were good for one another, no cat could deny that. As long as Leveretstar was happy then so was Foxbite and that was what mattered.
Shaking those thoughts free from her mind the deputy slipped back into the familiar gait of traversing the territory. Once again she parted her maw to draw in a deep breath of the scents around them. Nothing but the crisp smell of mountain air and a tang of leafbare coldness tickled her tongue. Foxbite let out a slow, content hum at the peculiar feeling of security. No longer did she have to worry about being beaten, both physically and verbally, for her small stature or the way she went about with things. Lionstar and most of his loyal followers had been squashed and removed like annoying bugs. Now RuneClan was peaceful, and Foxbite reveled in such a feeling. It was something the scarred molly had never felt before, and she had to say she quite enjoyed it.
Now the only threats were outside predators. Foxbite could handle those, could get away with attacking a wolf or fox whereas attacking a vicious Clanmate wasn’t something a real warrior would do. She flexed her paws against the ground, sharp claws teasing the soft earth underneath. She flashed a coy look toward her friend, amber-green eyes alight with the prospect of bringing even more security upon RuneClan. ”That big lump of crow-food won’t know what hit it. It’ll learn to never mess with RuneClanners ever again,” she bragged with head and tail held high. With those proud words slipping off her tongue Foxbite resumed her walk with Leveretstar, mind now on protecting her Clan from any trespassing canine that could potentially bring about harm to her friends and family.
[ also, i hope you don't mind that Fox has some romantic feelings for Leveret; i didn't intend on it, but as i was writing for her it kinda happened so xD ]
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Post by Starlit on Oct 16, 2018 18:34:48 GMT -5
"Because why not?" The tom asked with a worryingly confident shrug of his hefty shoulders, grin still etched into his midnight black expression and tail flicking calmly in the early morning breeze. "We both need to get our duties done for the day before we get the chance to eat, why not two birds one fang, so to speak. I'm sure even the leader's sister isn't free of completing her duties," he questioned with a playful twitch of his whiskers. Settling down on his haunches, fearing this conversation might take a while for him to convince the frosty natured shecat. Even Leveretstar was easier to gain an interesting word or two from, but so far the warrior before him looked less than willing. "Plus," he reasoned further, drawing his feathered tail around his paws and cocking his head to one side. "If Foxbite returns to camp to find you snoring in the warriors den, she'll make you go out on some boring patrol and likely wont even let you have a mouse before you go." He answered, logic surprisingly lacing his words, though if she listened was another matter entirely. "And that time you might not have the company of someone quite as lovely as me, which as I'm sure you know, would be horrendous."
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Post by Starlit on Oct 16, 2018 18:37:19 GMT -5
(I actually am really enjoying it ft! I think it adds a really interesting dynamic to their relationship, and I'm trying to hint at somewhat returned feelings, at least at one point if that's ok?)
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