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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 16, 2018 18:42:39 GMT -5
[ that's good then! oh yeah, that's totally okay with me, and i think it's an interesting dynamic to play with as well ]
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Post by Starlit on Oct 16, 2018 18:51:37 GMT -5
Leveretstar had grown up in an environment where every aspect of day to day life had been concentrated on becoming the best fighter one could be, to the point where her clan had known moons of relentless war at a time because Lionstar insisted on nothing else. Even prey was an afterthought to becoming stronger. And as the daughter of their dictator, many had believed the mouse brown leader would follow in his pawsteps. In times like those, anything but the fight to survive was hard to concentrate on. The queen had thought it nothing short of a miracle that she had Foxbite in her life, and when Blackthorn had managed to force his way through her barriers, she was certain it would come crashing down around her at some point. Nothing so incredible lasted all that long for her, it seemed inevitable. But then she had become the heart of a rebellion which even she doubted would succeed, yet here she and her friends stood with her father's legacy in pieces behind them. With a life of peace ahead of them, it was something Leveretstar still struggled to get her head around, yet it showed no signs of going away. And neither did the two cats she loved more than anything else in the world. In truth the leader believed herself to be more lucky than any cat in the clan for that reason alone, but still the paranoia itched at her mind that it could be snatched away so quickly. Once upon a time it meant she had kept barriers so high for fear the things she loved would be dead the next day, Blackthorn was practically a miracle. But now it culminated in a reserved leader who would throw herself in the way of danger regardless of the consequences to protect what she loved. Regardless of the cost. Wolves were little against the might of a queen with kits to protect, and were practically mice compared against a leader willing to do anything to protect her clan. "Of course not," was Leveretstar's chuckling reply as she moved alongside her best friend. Keeping her nose to the wind, even if her gaze glittered in a way that evidenced her mind was elsewhere. On memories she'd rather forget. Yet her paws slowed as she caught scent of something familiar, ears twitching in a different direction in spite of the task at hand, and her gaze narrowed with a degree of concern. She brushed her tail across the shoulder of her best friend, a gesture for the deputy to follow her lead as she moved away, and in a direction her own paws weren't certain of. Prowling through the foliage of her territory, the queen couldn't help the grin etching its way across her expression when she caught sight of what had drawn her curiousity, she pulled herself free from the bushes with a chuckle. Approaching her mate with a partly annoyed, partly amused look on her expression and a twitch to her tail. "Blackthorn!" She exclaimed with a sigh as she came into sight of her trapped mate, "What have you managed to get yourself trapped in now?"
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 16, 2018 19:08:40 GMT -5
Foxbite » The prospect of battle did excite Foxbite, she had to admit to that. She had grown up being bullied and picked on, and when she had been an apprentice her mentor had pushed and pushed her, telling her that it had been a shame that Lionstar hadn't killed her when she had been a kit like he had done her brother. This abuse had turned into anger for Foxbite and battle had always been her preferred way of getting out that anger. Now she was an excellent fighter despite her small, sinewy form, and she was a rather harsh opponent to have on the battlefield. Her suffix of "bite" had been given to her for a reason what with her unique techniques and the way she used her fangs as her main point of defense. She was small, but she was mighty, and any wolf that got in her way was bound to find that out before it could do anything else. And not only that, but she had Leveretstar at her side, her best friend. Together they made a formidable pair, almost unstoppable. Perhaps she was letting her confidence get to her head, but Foxbite was sure that together they could take down a wolf with no problem.
Her thoughts on battle and wolves were cut short when the familiar scent of a Clanmate caught her attention. It had caught her friend's attention as well seeing that Leveretstar was already on the move to investigate Blackthorn's proximity. Foxbite followed behind her leader, only stopping when the two pushed forward through a wall of ferns to find themselves near a tangled up and trapped Blackthorn. Foxbite couldn't help but find amusement at the sight, her whiskers twitching with amusement. "What a mighty warrior you are, Blackthorn," teased the deputy. Once the words slipped off her tongue Foxbite settled back a bit to give the mate pair some space. She didn't want to step over any boundaries, not when Leveretstar and Blackthorn deserved even the smallest amount of time together.
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Post by Starlit on Oct 16, 2018 19:58:43 GMT -5
(I am about I'm just waiting for the lovely 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ to get the chance to reply )
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Post by Sparkly on Oct 17, 2018 2:20:53 GMT -5
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.
Tigerstorm frowned, flicking one ear. Maybe he should talk with Leveretstar about this - he wasn't sure if Eggpaw was mature enough for warrior training. It didn't make sense to him - how could any single cat be this aggressive? "Tending to the elders is very important for the Clan as a whole," He meowed gently. "Any elder has led a wonderful, productive life in the Clan, and deserves to be tended to. Every cat knows this. If the elders aren't being tended to, then cats will notice, and morale will go down. Then, in the event of hard times such as a battle or in leafbare, we'll stand no chance. Tending to the elders will help you grow into a well-rounded warrior that understands the importance of high morale." He paused for a moment, before adding to his previous statement. "You know, Eggpaw, I'm not trying to "Fix" you, or make you a different cat. I'm simply trying to teach you, and help you become a strong, proud warrior that can serve the Clan for moons to come - maybe even become deputy or leader one day." He sighed, bowing his head. "One day, you will have an apprentice of your own, and you will understand. Now, go tend to the elders, as I said. Meet me back here when you're done, and we'll see if we have time for a little battle training, or if it's late enough that I can just dismiss you."
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Post by Starlit on Oct 17, 2018 6:50:02 GMT -5
(good morning )
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 17, 2018 9:24:21 GMT -5
Eggpaw » Eggpaw found himself snorting as Tigerstorm went on to explain the "importance" of tending for the elders. He stopped listening here and there, catching something about "high morale" and "a well-rounded warrior". If that were the case then why did he never see any warriors taking care of the elders? It made no sense to him, like it was some dumb speech only given to make him feel bad or something. Eggpaw snorted once again. "If it's so important why don't you tend to them while I actually go and learn something about fighting or hunting?" He questioned with a pointed glare at his mentor.
"You're doing a pretty crappy job of training me if you think all this is going to shape me into a strong, proud warrior," Eggpaw grumbled, plumy tail lashing through the air. "But fine. I'll do it if it pleases you so much and gets you off my tail." Before he could give poor Tigerstorm any time to respond, the orange tomcat turned on his paws and stormed off into the direction of the elders' den where the poor seniors of the Clan would have to put up with a rather grumpy Eggpaw today.
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Post by Starlit on Oct 17, 2018 9:30:16 GMT -5
(its official ft, I love both of your characters XD they're just brilliant and I love it)
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 17, 2018 9:31:47 GMT -5
(its official ft, I love both of your characters XD they're just brilliant and I love it) [ i don't see how you love egg since he's a snotty brat, but i'm glad you like him and fox both xD ]
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Post by Starlit on Oct 17, 2018 9:36:05 GMT -5
(love as in how you roleplay them and how much they amuse me, as opposed to actual adoration XD except foxbite, hurt her and I kill the world)
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 17, 2018 9:44:15 GMT -5
Eggpaw » The young tomcat was grumbling under his breath as he slipped into the elders' den. The scent of stale moss and old cat slapped him in the face, and he stopped in his tracks, needing a moment to adjust to the musty scent of elder. The apprentices' den had smelled stuffy and stale a few times before, but there was something about the elders' den that made Eggpaw wrinkle his nose at the sharpness of it. Tigerstorm made a big deal out of respecting the elders and cleaning out their den, but it seems like no cat has done this in moons. Not surprising.
Looking around, Eggpaw didn't see a single elder in the den, either. It was empty. He huffed. Yeah, I wouldn't want to stay in here either, he thought to himself as he unsheathed his claws and dug them into some of the padded down, worn out moss in the den. The apprentice tugged forward, pulling the old moss away from the den's floor and with a quick movement of his paws, he batted the moss to the side. A huff of sharp amusement slipped from his tongue. Repeating the behavior, Eggpaw dug his claws into more of the moss, stripping it away from the ground and then harshly throwing it off to the side. Hey, this is sorta fun. A smirk growing over his visage, Eggpaw began to dig into more moss and feathers, tossing it all to the side in a harsh manner. He didn't even care if he got the pulled up moss all over the place or made a mess, no, all he cared about right now was the fact that this was actually somewhat fun, especially since he got to pierce something with his claws without getting yelled at.
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Post by Sparkly on Oct 17, 2018 9:52:04 GMT -5
(Eggpaw might be a psychopath.)
Tigerstorm settled himself near the prey pile, waiting patiently for Eggpaw to finish his task. It was a pleasant day - the sun was shining without glaring, with a couple of clouds, but no signs of rain. The tom yawned widely, placing his chin on his front two paws, his tabby tail swishing behind him. As he sat, Tigerstorm's mind began to drift towards the matter of rain. It hadn't rained in several days, and Tigerstorm was getting slightly nervous, maybe unreasonably so. He was just nervous that when it did finally rain, the rabbit-holes that supplied most of the Clan's prey would get flooded, and the cats would starve.
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 17, 2018 10:01:03 GMT -5
[ nah, he's pretty far from being a psychopath actually, but he's certainly something xD ] Eggpaw » This little "game" of piercing his claws into the moss and tossing it carelessly to the side lasted for a few more minutes. Eggpaw couldn't help but chuckle every now and then, especially when a particularly stale piece of moss would be thrown to the side and hit the sides of the den with a sharp bounce to them before falling to the ground and breaking apart into smaller pieces of dirtied moss. If cleaning out the elders' den was always like this then maybe he wouldn't be so opposed to it, but only if he didn't have to deal with anybody. He was sure that if an elder was in here they would be reprimanding him for his "mistreatment" of the moss. Why should some cat care about how he treated moss? It didn't feel anything, didn't have a consciousness or something. He could treat moss however he wanted and would stand by that train of thought for as long as he lived and beyond that as well.
Much sooner than he would have liked, Eggpaw had pulled up all the old moss from the ground and was left with nothing more to sink his claws into. He huffed, flicking his tail. Well, it had been fun while it lasted.
Shifting his amber gaze over to the messy pile that had accumulated, the apprentice trotted over and, without thinking much into it, batted harshly at the moss pile. He watched with amusement as moss debris scattered and rolled out of the den and into the main area of camp. Eggpaw twitched his whiskers; he batted at the pile once more, claws still unsheathed, sending bedding flying out into the camp. He continued this little "game" of his until all the moss was out of the elders' den. Once he had completed that he slipped out of the elders' den and glanced around camp, wondering if the oh so respectful and elder-loving Tigerstorm was still around to lecture him on the ethics of moss and how to treat it with love and respect.
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Post by Starlit on Oct 17, 2018 10:08:57 GMT -5
("ethics of moss and how to treat it with love and respect." oh lord XD )
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 17, 2018 10:11:38 GMT -5
[ yeah, egg's...something special ]
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Sparkly
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Post by Sparkly on Oct 17, 2018 10:15:16 GMT -5
Tigerstorm looked up, noticing that Eggpaw had apparently finished clearing out the moss. The younger tom certainly looked more pleasant than before, and Tigerstorm purred to himself. By the claw marks in the torn-up moss, it appeared that Eggpaw had found something a little more appropriate than cats to sink his claws into. Well, at least he's having fun, he thought to himself. Tigerstorm could still remember when he was little more than an apprentice, groaning about doing chores around camp, huffing about elders and ticks. Oh, how little Tigerpaw had been a brat of a cat.
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 17, 2018 10:23:22 GMT -5
Eggpaw » Upon seeing his mentor still nearby in camp, Eggpaw made his way over. Even though he felt a bit more at ease after his little fun and games in the elders' den, Eggpaw wasn't completely over everything that had happened earlier. He had never been one to simply forgive and forget at the blink of an eye, no, he was more of the type to hold grudges, the kind of cat that held on to words and actions and using them against others later.
Even still his mood had lifted dramatically and he even found it in himself to flick his tail in greeting as he neared Tigerstorm. "Got the moss out," he informed the dark tabby rather curtly. "Now what?" If he was expected to clean out the bedding then surely that meant the next stage was to get out of camp and collect more moss, right? There was no way Tigerstorm would keep him in camp now regardless of what Foxbite had told the apprentice earlier.
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Post by Starlit on Oct 17, 2018 20:00:07 GMT -5
(Feathertalon if your about 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ isn't going to be replying for a fair bit and has given us permission to move on. do you want to so we're not just stuck waiting until she's back?)
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 17, 2018 20:18:53 GMT -5
( sorry for the absence! i was busy all day but now i'll be able to rp. making a reply now )
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Post by Starlit on Oct 17, 2018 20:25:51 GMT -5
(no worries pc hope you had a lovely day and I look forward to your reply!)
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 17, 2018 20:58:15 GMT -5
Honeythorn || Starlit 's Batfrost || RuneClan Camp: n
The tom did make a fair point, Honeythorn would give him that. But when Batfrost mentioned the fact she was Leveretstar's sister, her lip curled. Oh, how she loathed it when someone brought that up to her face. It was as if the clan was unaware of her disliking of the leader! The molly's ears pointed back angrily as she spoke, "Don't bring Leveretstar up. I've never thought it like that, ever." Her voice was as cold as her gaze as she stared the older tom down, tail flicking irritably. Look at him; he was settling down like they were fixing to have a nice chat! Honeythorn was appalled by his seemingly unbothered behavior. Normally, most cats would have given up and gone off to mind their own business by now. The she-cat wished he would do just that.
Honeythorn scoffed at the mention of Foxbite. She held as little respect for the deputy as Leveretstar - mostly because of how close the two seemed. They even seemed closer than the leader and her own mate were! The warrior shrugged, "I couldn't care less about what Foxbite has to say. She wouldn't want to waste her precious time on me, anyways." She recalled all the times the deputy had snarled in her ear for her to wake up and get a move on. Honeythorn has lost count by now. At this point, it was almost daily for the two to get into an argument about getting work done. The pale-furred feline usually was forced to give in, but did everything grudgingly. Like mentioned before, Honeythorn didn't respect anyone above her, thinking they were all weak, mouse-brained, and bossy. Putting emphasis on "mouse-brained".
"And if I were to choose someone 'lovely' to go hunting with, it would most likely not be you." The she-cat's voice was piercing as thorns; her name wasn't "Honeythorn" for nothing. She was poised to stalk off, but was secretly interested to see what else Batfrost had to say to her.
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Post by Starlit on Oct 17, 2018 21:02:01 GMT -5
(will the people of this thread kindly stop making me love mean characters? XD I find honey weirdly hilarious right now, she's just brilliant XD replying now!)
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 17, 2018 21:16:22 GMT -5
( bro i think she's my first truly mean, "evil" cat! probably ever, even though i've been reading these books since 3rd grade xD i love her too tbh, and i love batfrost, too. he's so the opposite of her and i can't wait to see his reaction )
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Post by Starlit on Oct 17, 2018 21:27:15 GMT -5
Had the handsome tom been offended by the especially brutal response of his companion, the muscled warrior did a good job of making it. The only reaction that might have been described as readable was the amused twitch of his whiskers but otherwise maintained a similar tone as to how he had been beforehand. Part of her defensive tone simply made the warrior assume his beliefs were correct, and something rather mischievous glinted in his emerald gaze. Batfrost gave a diplomatic shrug of his bulky shoulders. “Fine, Fine.” He answered quite calmly, his tone almost sounding bored but there was a playful and curious nature to his tone. “Though for the record I have been told by several clanmates that I am an absolute delight,” a purr laced his tone as he lifted himself to his paws and cast a gaze back at her. “Are you coming or not?” He questioned with a twitch of his feathered black ears. “Besides,” he added without turning back to her. “It’s not my place to fix your ego’s damage regarding your sister.” In that moment Honeythorn saw a side of Batfrost few were privy too. The tom was quite capable of biting back if the need arose.
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 17, 2018 22:01:04 GMT -5
Honeythorn || Starlit 's Batfrost || RuneClan Camp
Honeythorn stood where she was for a moment, contemplating her options. She could give into Batfrost's wishes and get over with work for the day, or go catch up on missed sleep. The latter sounded extremely enticing. But the black tom had fanned a spark of competition within her and the molly was suddenly more energized than she had been for possibly a whole moon. With a dramatic sigh, Honeythorn turned with a lash of her plumy tail, ready to follow after the positively-annoying tomcat. But as she was about to take her first step, the black tom's final words made her freeze.
The feline's neck fur bristled as Batfrost yet again brought the subject of her personal life up. Her eyes narrowed instantly and her paw went back down to where it started. "Don't bring up that topic one more time," growled the once-again angry Honeythorn. "Or you'll regret ever approaching me in the first place."
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 17, 2018 22:03:35 GMT -5
( sorry for the sudden color change. still messing around with how i want the format to look )
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Post by Feathertalon on Oct 17, 2018 22:24:16 GMT -5
[ im fine with waiting for cactus or continuing what we're doing o: ] Eggpaw » A smirk tugged at the tomcat's lips when he heard his mentor say that they would be going outside. Take that, Foxbite, he thought with dark amusement. He was going to get to go outside today whether or not the deputy wanted him to. Not that she would find out, not when she was gone with the leader, and just about every cat with a brain in the Clan knew how Foxbite was stuck in the leader's fur like a tangle of burrs. Then again, not many cats in the Clan had a brain, but anyway.
Heading out of camp, Eggpaw paused right before stepping outside to glance over at his mentor with sharp amber eyes. "Well?" He asked in his typical gruff tone. "You coming or not? We don't have all day."
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Post by Sparkly on Oct 18, 2018 3:30:51 GMT -5
Tigerstorm internally chuckled to himself, heading out of the camp entrance. Hopefully, a little exercise would burn some off Eggpaw's energy off, even if they ran out of time to do battle training. They'd probably get time, though - it was still only dawn, and they were halfway through moss-changing. Catch a fresh, still-warm piece of prey to leave at the entrance to the den, and they were done. I'll get him to deliver prey to the nursery tomorrow, Tigerstorm thought to himself. He'll appreciate the thought of nurturing new warriors.
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