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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Nov 8, 2018 19:49:50 GMT -5
i'm so down to start appleshine and bluerose if you are, cactus o: Also, i might poof for a bit. i need to work on replies for a few things
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 8, 2018 19:57:02 GMT -5
Batwhisker » Truth be told the tomcat hadn't noticed the hesitation in the older warrior. It hadn't even crossed his mind that the other warrior would have even the slightest of hesitation to her thoughts. Why would she? He saw her as some cat that would know just about everything and anything, the kind of cat that didn't spare any time when it came to knowing the answer to questions. She was his elder, there wasn't any reason for him to doubt her, right? Right.
His ears perked up when she went on to mention fishing. Fishing, yeah, he could do that. He was rather good at it, actually. His main ability lay in sprinting, but fishing had come naturally to him ever since he had been an apprentice, and it wasn't a very stressful activity, either. "That sounds good, yeah," he replied with a dip of his head. He could do this. There was no way he could mess up fishing, right? It was a trivial task, but if he messed up...if something went wrong... Batwhisker shook his head. Now wasn't the time to think of that. He needed to stay positive even if that was hard for the tomcat to do.
[ sorry my replies are kinda "bleh" right now, im writing them in-between doing homework so xD ]
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Nov 8, 2018 20:41:52 GMT -5
Due to the natural light flooding into the camp, mornings came easy. Cats were easily awakened by the first light of dawn, though, if the light didn't wake them up, surely the crows would. Large, black ravens flocked around the camp, soaring in rings overhead, calling out to each-other in enigmatic cries. Bluerose was really beginning to hate those damn birds... She had been back in her birth-home for a couple moons now, and already was establishing back into clan life with ease. Not an easy task, given the history she had. The name of her father was spoken of in hushed tongue now, but Bluerose knew every time it was muttered... Needless to say, there were some cats that were not so receptive to her joining the ranks once more, in fact, if the clan didn't so desperately need a medicine cat, she might not have been accepted at all. Thankfully, the young she-cat knew all of the knowledge her mother once did, and was more than eager to help the clan in any way she could. After all... It felt like she had a price to pay for her fathers mistakes...
Magpiekit was just recently named apprentice, and passed off to her for training. Naturally, the molly was... Troubled with it, and still is. But, there was no doubt that the small kitten had a natural way with medicine, and, StarClan had chosen her. Bluerose lifted her head to the skies, where the creamy pastel colors of dawn were soon fading to bring way to the glorious sun. You enjoy toying with me, don't you? She thought to herself in short prayer, letting a sigh escape her jaws as she leveled her gaze back down. Of course, the cat StarClan had chosen to be her successor was the very cat Bluerose could not bring herself to look at. It brought back too many painful memories.
A cold chill ran up her spine, making the hackles along her coat raise. But, he was gone now. Her father, surely dead. She had to remind herself of that nearly every day, it seemed. Bluerose shook her head to clear it, and settled back into her daily routine to get her mind flowing. She bounded back into her den to check on storage, and arrange any patrols that would need to be sent out to retrieve more. She swept her tail around her paws and began to calculate inside her head. Bluerose's attention was only lifted when she heard paw steps patter their way against the stone floors towards her den. The paws stopped at the entrance to her den respectively, as though not to disturb her peace. Regardless, it was disturbed. Bluerose turned around to look upon the warrior, Appleshine. "Did you need something?" She asked, not sounding particularly annoyed, but not thrilled to see her either. It was a flat tone, almost intimidating in how emotionless it sounded, as it made her hard to read.
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Nov 8, 2018 20:57:23 GMT -5
w i n d s h e a r" i put everyone before myself, but never before you. " accompanied by: [ Hummingfrost - mentions Batwhisker and Willowdapple ] Feeling a little more relaxed when the scent of Hummingfrost made its way onto his scent glands, the large gray and white ticked tabby nodded and carefully led the other gray tabby out of the nursery and into the open confides of camp. He glanced around for a moment, before looking at Hummingfrost once more. He flicked his tail and relaxed a little. He was definitely at ease when around the young queen- he didn't need to worry about her feeling as if the world was against her like his actual mate did. Sometimes he preferred that over anything else, but he lived with it, and continued on in day to day life. But last night drew a solid line of him questioning whether or not he made the right choice.
Leading the way out of the ravine that Oakclan called home, he slipped past both Batwhisker and Willowdapple, the unease and unhappiness seeming to radiate off his pelt. Windshear slowed himself a little before coming into step with the other beautiful molly once more. He wanted to me out of ear shot from everyone before he even began to explain what was bugging him. So, he decided to keep the conversation as normal as possible for the time being. "Okay, do you want to head to Riptide Lake? It's peaceful there and it'll be out of earshot of any cat, unless Featherpool sends a patrol that way to fish, or mark the borders." Windshear offered, his amber gaze glittering a little as he waited patiently for Hummingfrost to reply.
- { Feathertalon } - { oakclan territory } - f e a t h e r p o o l" if you can't accept me now, then you don't deserve me ever. " accompanied by: [ Blouderfrost & Bramblesplash ] Featherpool blinked when Boulderfrost padded up. She dipped her head respectfully at the other warrior and purred kindly at his statement. "Thank you, Boulderfrost. It's kind of you to say. I really try." She mewed, ears flattening in embarrassment. She thought for a moment before straightening up and deciding on what Boulderfrost could do as far as patrol went. "Alright, I probably should've planned more than two patrols. But, seeing as Batwhisker took off with Willowdapple, would you mind filling in his spot? It'll be you, Cicadabuzz, and Rabbitblush. If you could find them, that'd be very helpful." She meowed before nodding to confirm her words.
Her attention turned back to Bramblesplash and she flicked her tail. "Thank you, Bramblesplash. Now, if you could go round up your patrol, that'd be very nice of you. I'm going to go check on Treepaw. Oh, and take um... Shadowstream instead of Appleshine instead. I'm thinking of having Appleshine help Bluerose today." She decided before dipping her head. Featherpool back away from the two and looked around. She had the option to go get Treepaw now, or wake up Dimheart and see if she'd be willing to talk to her that day. Since their falling out, the two had been distant.
I never asked to be deputy. I just wish she would believe me on that. Featherpool sighed and looked back at the warriors den before taking a few paces towards the medicine cats den to see if Treepaw was still in there. She couldn't remember if the paralyzed molly had moved to the apprentice den once more, as Bluerose always shooed Featherpool away to let her apprentice relax. Now, she figured, it was a good time to get back in to trained if Treepaw was able to.
- { collided 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ } - { oakclan camp } - c r o w p a w " when you feel the world is against you, keep carrying on. " accompanied by: [ Waspclaw ] Crowpaw was sound asleep when Waspclaw walked into the den. He was peaceful- unlike how he usually was when he was awake. But the peaceful slumber didn't seem to last any longer when a paw poked his side. He twitched his ears with a small, irritable grunt as the voice of his mentor tickled his ear fur. He sighed- was it morning already? He really just wanted to sleep, to disappear into the blackness. Maybe.... Maybe if he didn't breath, Waspclaw would think he was dead and would leave? No no, that was too sick even for Crowpaw's standards.
Reluctantly, still, the small tom slowly got himself up, mumbling soft curses under his breath before looking around. Houndpaw was still fast asleep, Sneezepaw was as well. He could faintly make out Sparrowpaw's body as well as Mistypaw's and Treepaw's. He blinked before turning towards his mentor and sighing. "Okay, I'm up. I was just resting my eyes a little longer, I wasn't sleeping." The black and white tom lied before slipping out of the den before his mentor could usher him out.
With a long needed stretch, Crowpaw looked at the sky. A massive yawn parted his jaws before he straightened up, smacking his maw. His attention turned towards Waspclaw. He had the option to be nice today, or be as rude as any other day. Choosing the ladder, he snorted. "Okay, you got me up early. So, what are we doing today?" His tone was deflated- sounding as if he just had no cares in the world. He really gave zero birds about anything, but maybe one day, when he was a warrior, he'd learn respect and to be nice. It just seemed as if today, was not the day Crowpaw did that.
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Nov 8, 2018 21:00:21 GMT -5
Ahh ill reply with Appleshine soon i promise~
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 8, 2018 21:03:37 GMT -5
(you are an actual saint to be able to type that much ross DX )
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Nov 8, 2018 21:05:24 GMT -5
It took roughly an hour, so it isn't anything really xD I was distracted while replying tbh.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Nov 8, 2018 21:07:06 GMT -5
(No rush Ross! c: )
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 8, 2018 21:08:51 GMT -5
(I think that would take me like a day to be perfectly honest, and my replies are nowhere near as descriptive as yours XD)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 8, 2018 21:13:39 GMT -5
Willowdapple» Feathertalon Attempting a reassuring smile to the tom as he thought to himself for a moment, trying to stop the quiver of her whiskers, or at least play it off as the soft wind battering at them rather than her being impolite. She liked the tom, and didn't want to put him off accompanying her. But the truth was she found Batwhisker amusing at times, but she also found him a rather sweet younger cat. Now with a destination in mind with which to guide her paws, the silvery grey warrior spun around once again and was making her way across the territory. Talented paws finding the necessary paths that she knew better than her own pelt. Despite how much the clan's own landscape had changed over her moons, the land she loved so much had remained the same for as long as she could remember. And she doubted anything would change all that much in the rest of her life, given her age it was likely that sooner or later she would be relegated to the elder's den. She could only hope fate would be kind enough to at least make it later rather than sooner. That or line of duty, she thought to herself though not daring to say as much aloud, better that than a burden in the elder's den, taking prey during the moons of leafbare. But she shook the thoughts from her head, with any lucky she had some time before she truly had to put any thought into that kind of thing. And didn't want to worry herself with concerns of it prematurely. At last the terrain underfoot changed from grass wet with morning dew, to the soft sandy shores leading into the Riptide Lake. The senior warrior paused, lowering her muzzle to the waters to take a deep drink from its refreshing cool before looking up again with a twitch of her whiskers. Nostrils flared as she searched for scents, she paused a moment before asking. The sound of water lapping softly against the sand underfoot backtracked their movements now, and whilst the wind had picked up since they approached the large body of water, it wasn't strong enough to deter conversation just yet. But the active waters might make finding fish a little more difficult, not that the silver tabby didn't mind a challenge. She would rather an easy hunt that ensured her clan didn't go hungry for the night. Willowdapple had known more hungry nights than she liked admit. "Anywhere in particular you'd prefer to sit?" She offered, it wasn't an especially well sheltered place. But there were softer parts of the sand, but those weren't as close to the key fishing spots as the rockier terrain tended to be. Either way she didn't mind too much, quite happy to have the freedom of the territory around her.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 8, 2018 21:24:45 GMT -5
Bramblesplash»-` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 collided ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » "No worries," he replied, doing what he could to force the tone of uncomfortableness from his voice as they continued conversing. His words had been true, but speaking this way to the clan deputy was not something he was accustomed to. Nor was it something he hoped he would ever become accustomed to, as he wasn't sure he could ever learn to enjoy it. And hence was overly grateful when the deputy deigned to move on from the strange conversation, and onto the matter at paw. Listening carefully, on his paws without needing to be asked twice about it. He paused, casting his gaze around camp in search of the black pelted warrior Bramblesplash had been ordered to bring. He split his jaws, tasting the air for the familiar scent of the warrior but for now finding the air absent of it. No worries, he thought to himself, I can go find them if necessary. Plus going to find Shadowstream would be quite the fine excuse to get out of this conversation without coming across as rude. "I'll go find him," Bramblesplash informed his companions before lifting himself onto quiet, deft paws and moving from where he had been settled beside the tom and shecat. Moving for the warriors den without another word, he poked his head into the familiar darkness of the den and called quietly into its depths. "Shadowstream? Are you about, you've been requested for a patrol." It was reasonably close to sunhigh now, so he hoped no clanmate would voice too many complaints about being roused from their nests. If anything most of them should already have been up and about by now, and surely he was doing them a favour to prevent them a scolding from the deputy. What has been up with her recently? The thought burned in his mind, but he shrugged his shoulders with a sigh. It was hardly his business nor his place to go searching for answers.
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 8, 2018 21:33:47 GMT -5
Hummingfrost » Without any hesitation Hummingfrost followed the gray and white tomcat outside of camp. Even if her own fighting skills were subpar at best, she trusted that she would be safe when with Windshear. He was an amazing warrior with an amazing skill set, skills that Hummingfrost knew she herself would never have. Not that she had wanted to be a warrior in the first place. No, she had always known that the path of warrior was never for her, but the path of medicine cat had never worked out for her, either. She couldn't handle others being in pain, couldn't handle the sight of blood. Even just the mere thought of it made the molly feel sick to her stomach, a twisting in her gut that she couldn't quite get rid of. She took a moment, needing to pause in her steps. Now wasn't the time to think about blood. She was supposed to be enjoying her time out here with Windshear. She needed good thoughts. Good thoughts only. But the twisting in her stomach didn't subside.
Hummingfrost did her best to smile up at the warrior she deemed her best friend. He was one of the only cats she knew she could rely on within the Clan. After what had happened between her and her sister...well, she didn't want to think about that, either. She was doing bad at this whole stay on topic thing today, wasn't she? The tabby shook her head. Now wasn't the time to lose herself in a cobweb of thought. Especially when there were more important matters to think and discuss about.
Important matters. There was actually something important she needed to tell the leader's mate.
The molly herself was just about to suggest a rather secluded area when Windshear brought up the idea of heading toward Riptide Lake. "That sounds like a great idea," she replied in her typical soft voice, yet there was a tinge of worry there, apprehension even. She needed to keep herself calm despite the rising worry in her chest. Windshear wanted to talk with her, his problems needed to come first. If she could keep herself from falling apart first then she would call this time with Windshear a success.
Now with a destination in mind, Hummingfrost had her paws take her to where they were headed. Once almost there she turned her amber gaze to Windshear, concern flashing in their depths. "What's been on your mind?" She asked. He wanted to talk with her outside of camp, away from everybody else. There was something eating away at him and the queen knew it without needing to ask.
Batwhisker » Their trek to the lake was rather quiet. Batwhisker had never been one to really talk, not unless he had to. It wasn't that he was a silent, stoic cat - there was no way this jumpy tomcat could be mistaken for stoic - it was just that he preferred the silence than anything else. Silence was where he could think. Silence was where he felt safe. Sure, he would sometimes find himself drifting into terrible, nasty thoughts when he was left to his own devices, but even then he much preferred silence over anything else. Perhaps the only time he really did enjoy speaking with another cat was when he was with Cricketchirp. There was just something about that big ball of sunshine that brought a smile to Batwhisker's face and made him happy. Even in his darkest times Cricketchirp knew what to say or what to do to make Batwhisker feel safer. To feel more secure in his own mind and body. What he wouldn't do without Cricketchirp...well, he had no idea. Of course he had his siblings, but even then there was only so much solace he could receive from them, especially when, in the back of his mind, he knew they probably faced the same things as he did due to their father. He didn't want to burden them with his own worries when he was sure they worried about it as well. Or so he assumed. He thought any cat would worry about their parentage when they had been fathered by a cat such as Spookshade.
Batwhisker was torn from his thoughts when he felt the dewy morning grass underpaw turn to gritty sand. The tom's large ears angled forward when the gentle sounds of water lapping at the shore echoed around the two. He glanced around, noticing how the waters seemed choppier than usual, but nothing that would stop them from fishing. What with the coming rain it was only expected that the waters be a bit angrier than what they typically were.
He paused when asked a question. Slanted amber eyes found their way over to Willowdapple as he took in her words, breathing in the air around him as he thought about it. After a moment of taking everything in he shook his head. "I'm fine with anywhere." A typical answer from the black-furred male. He wasn't one to really be decisive over things, and in all honesty he didn't mind where they sat. Just as long as they were able to bring back fish for the Clan before the skies decided to open up and bring its contents down upon OakClan territory.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 8, 2018 21:56:49 GMT -5
Willowdapple» Feathertalon Aware of the fact that she should likely have expected that to be his response, the shecat rolled her eyes with a chuckle. Leading the way carefully through the stonier parts of the beach until they reached a rocky outcropping onto the lake waters. Settling down as comfortably as she could and disregarding the small stones which poked through even her own thick fur. She twitched her tip of her tail to the tom, and invitation for him to come sit beside her if he wished to. Leaving him to do the astonishing by himself; make a decision of his own. The silver tabby returned her gaze to the waters rolling and lapping at the rocks a mouselength bellow her. Watching with careful, baited silence, the only movement was the steady rise and fall of her flanks with each in take of breath. Otherwise she was almost perfectly still. Seemingly lost to the rest of the world as she concentrated firmly on the task at hand, eyes narrowed as she worked. Barely glancing back up at the tom as she waited for the first piece of prey to show itself. For a few heartbeats she remained like this, still and silent as she watched the constant movement of the water as though it held her in a trance of some sort. Until suddenly a paw lashed out with almost no warning, catching hold of a slight silver object from the depths of the lake and tearing it out again. With it came a fish flying through the air, and she caught it carefully before slamming it to the rocks underfoot. A movement which should have killed it easily enough, but she bit through its neck for good measure just to be certain. When it failed to move, she moved it aside a little, and created what would be a pile for her to place the rest of her caught prey. Rather proud of the speed of her catch. She moved to return her attention to the waters again. But then she heard pawsteps. Craning her head back, ears twitching forward she caught sight of a pair of cats making their way onto the beach. Hummingfrost? That smell confused her, it wasn't common for the permanent queen to leave camp, and most certainly not with the leader's mate. But the silver tabby pushed the thoughts from her mind. Certain they likely had good reasons of their own to be out here alone, and wasn't about to go nosying in their private business. "Catch up," her purr was a playful one as she forced herself to turn her attention away from the travelling pair and to her own companion. "I can't imagine how embarrassing it might be to return to camp with less prey than one of the oldest warriors in the camp." Her purr was an entirely playful one, but her gaze flickered in a distracted manner now.
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Post by collided on Nov 9, 2018 3:07:41 GMT -5
Boulderfrost - Camp - Mentions Featherpool, Cicadabuzz, Rabbitblush, Bramblesplash ID, OPEN for other warriors
Boulderfrost dipped his head respectfully to the deputy and then got to his paws. “Of course. Happy to help check out our borders. Since some cats are headed out west, I’ll start north at Crow Ravine and circle back around.” He nodded to himself and then followed after Bramblesplash, scenting for the own warriors he was meant to fetch. He enjoyed the early morning light, his black pelt warming up. He entered the shade of the cave and glanced about for the cats to join him in patrol. First he noticed the nearly overwhelming fluff of Cicadabuzz, the marbled tabby for once having slept in past the first light of dawn. She had a fiery personality and was definitely a cat that could take him in a fight, which did please Boulderfrost. Their former leader had been wrong. Strength still existed in the clan alongside vulnerability. Next he found Rabbitblush, twitching slightly in his sleep as if he were dreaming. This tom on the other paw? Something about him had never sat right with him, but he set it aside. It would certainly be an interesting patrol, two such fierce personalities likely each wanting to lead. Perhaps he could just say he was in charge and avoid some of that?
“Hello,” he meowed, quietly. “I need the assistance of Cicadabuzz and Rabbitblush on a patrol.”
No response. He wasn’t even sure any cat in the den stirred. He sighed. He was never quite sure what was an appropriate way to wake a cat, especially after Cedarpelt almost clawed his ears off once.
Unfortunately having to be rude, and went next to to Cicadabuzz’s nest. “Cicadabuzz? You’re needed on a patrol.”
@ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע, @🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ, @𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ
Waspclaw - Camp - Mentions Crowpaw, OPEN
The calico watched as Crowpaw hurried out of the den, a bit of moss still stuck to his fluffy tail, and she could’t help but have her whiskers twitch. Partly due to his obvious fib, partly due to him rushing so much he didn’t even check his fur. She got to her paws and followed the spotted tom out from under the sycamore roots and took in a deep breath of the clean air, the familiar scents of camp always soothing her these days. She watched as the young tom stretched and yawned.
“Well, you’ve got three options to start with,” she meowed. “We could practice sparring in the glade, you could try to hide from me and work on your stealth, or you could help out Cedarpelt with whatever he needs today. Your choice, but I think you can manage these three things by sundown.”
She paused and tilted her head, watching the younger cat closely. He was somewhat skinny, but strong. The nick in his ear was the only sign he was a fighter however. As he grew, he could improve so much, get the muscle memory he’d need and the knowledge of how to use it. She just hoped his snarky attitude wouldn’t get in the way of learning or get him into any trouble.
“Oh, and before we go, there’s moss stuck to your tail.”
@☆ . 𝐫 𝐨 𝐬 𝐬 . ♕
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Nov 9, 2018 11:38:43 GMT -5
(Will happily respond when I get home from work! I love how you described Cicada ;w; overwhelming fluff .)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 9, 2018 13:32:39 GMT -5
(hi guys! how are you all?)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 9, 2018 14:04:29 GMT -5
Clan Update Due to the huge amount of apprentices and looming large amount of kits this clan is going to have, I have decided to close the rank of apprentice off for joining for a while, sorry! There's just way too many.
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Nov 9, 2018 14:16:47 GMT -5
Ahh i'll probably reply tomorrow ): I'm currently chatting with friends, and i have church tonight.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 9, 2018 14:23:03 GMT -5
(darn have fun though)
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Nov 9, 2018 15:02:05 GMT -5
I made my kitteeennnsss
♦ Brindlekit. [ reference ] Brindlekit is an elegant, small silver and white tabby molly with beautiful amber eyes. She inherits most of her elegance and beauty from her mother, and her muscles and brawn from her father. Brindlekit is very kind, loving and cherishes everything, something as simple as a leaf from her mother, or a flower from a lover. She tends to be a feather hoarder too, loving the soft feeling of feathers. She wouldn't mind being a permanent queen like her mother. She really look up to Hummingfrost and rarely ever wants to leave her side. -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 Kit Daughter of Hummingfrost and Windshear. Sister to Duckkit, Swankit and Goosekit. Brindlekit's sexuality is unknown until later. But her warrior name will be Brindlefrost.
♦ Breezekit. [ reference 1 , reference 2 ] Coming as the runt of the litter, he gets his pelt color from his mother. A cream color with faint tabby markings, and beautiful blue eyes that seem to always be crossed, looking towards his nose. With a soft pink tongue and a soft pink nose, Breezekit has a small build, unlike his parents and siblings. His creamy colored fur sticks out in all places, and he tends to be the least tidy in the litter. He has soft little ear tufts, and a kitten soft pelt. Breezekit is kind, loving and loyal. He takes after his father, a majority of the time. But if he's honest- if he had the choice to be a permanent queen, like his half siblings mother, then he would be one in a heartbeat. -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 Kit Son of Windshear and Stormstar. Brother to Hailkit and Floodkit. Breezekit's sexuality is unknown until later. But his warrior name will be Breezestep.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 9, 2018 15:04:36 GMT -5
(... I love them both, I love them both so much)
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Nov 9, 2018 15:09:30 GMT -5
I love how Brindle loves her mom, and Breeze is just a tiny lil boy
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 9, 2018 15:15:53 GMT -5
(I also very much enjoy the fact that there is a clear theme for both litters, but Brindlekit is just the sore thumb XD I find that a tiny bit hilarious)
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Nov 9, 2018 15:43:43 GMT -5
I was going to use Goosekit as her name, but Smore beat me to the name. I couldn't think of any other little water bird names that would make sense so i went with Brindelkit.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 9, 2018 15:47:07 GMT -5
(True XD I like it anyway!)
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Nov 9, 2018 15:49:25 GMT -5
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 9, 2018 15:53:08 GMT -5
(I'm feeling a very minor pressure to find a weather phenomenon for Hailkit that has two of the same consecutive letters like everybody else's kit in the litter XD I am mostly joking Breezekit Floodkit and Sleetkit all do XD)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 9, 2018 16:27:18 GMT -5
(Hereeeee)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 9, 2018 16:34:45 GMT -5
(good evening pilot! how are you?)
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Nov 9, 2018 17:52:25 GMT -5
Cicadabuzz slept soundly for what felt like the first time in weeks. It was hard getting her to come to bed, but she found that once she had sunk her claws into her nest it was impossible to get out. The busy-body warrior was getting a much deserved sleep, warriors tip-toed past her that morning, fearful of waking her up and facing her wrath. A long, peaceful sleep had recharged her well though, so when the senior warrior, Boulderfrost gently beckoned her awake, she did not immediately snap.
The massive ball of fluff slowly opened her giant green eyes, ears lowered in annoyance as a few grumbles left her jaws. She did not respond to him right away, instead she looked around at the remaining warriors in the den, and after realizing she was one of the few still sleeping, shot her attention to the tom. She did not mean to slack off! She never woke up this late. She hurriedly pushed her paws up to a sitting position, using her tail to flick off a fallen leaf that rested on her flank. "Yes, of course Boulderfrost." She dipped her head respectively. Cicadabuzz was notably much kinder to the tom than she was, say, 75% of all of her other clan mates. This was mainly because Boulderfrost had been serving his clan for many, many moons, and Cicadabuzz recognized him as another cat who worked as hard as her.
"My apologies for sleeping in..." She cleared her throat and perked her ears back up, giving a few bashful licks to her chest fluff to make it lie flat.
Heronfeather @ anyone A morning this perfect came just once, maybe twice in a life time. How could Heronfeather not bask in the day? How could he muddle this with working? That would only take his mind off of just how amazing the sun felt on his fur right now. Heronfeather basked in it's glory, laying sprawled out on the canyon ground of the camp. Dust had settled on his auburn coat, a fine layer that Heronfeather did not wish to shake off. His muzzle lay flat on the ground, his tongue poking out just slightly, eyes closed, legs stretched out around him.
Heronfeather did not have to wonder what he was going to do today. He was already living it, so while other warriors around him woke up and settled into the daily routine of patrols and hunting, he was perfectly content with laying there, and letting them take care of things. He already had a plan in mind, in case someone tried to push him into a patrol. Plan A: Say that he couldn't do it because his leg was killing him. It worked most of the time, though occasionally meant that he had to have a joint session with Bluerose, and man that molly really killed his vibe. And, in the rare chance that Plan A didn't work, he'd have to move on to Plan B: This morning was too wonderful to waste away with hunting, or patrolling. And say, the unthinkable happens, and they don't buy that, he'd have to bring out the big guns, and jump straight to plan Z. He'd never had to bring that one out though, so he didn't even bother rehearsing it in his head.
The dark colored somali flicked his ear as he felt a fly buzzing by it, stretching open his eyes, only to slowly close them once more and let out a content sigh. Life was good. Real good.
StarClan be praised, he was finally out of the medicine cats den! For the first time in what felt like weeks, Sneezepaw was feeling great! His health was in perfect condition, or at least Bluerose had said that while she was muttering something under her breath, and Sneezepaw felt like he could breathe without there being a lump in his chest. He didn't sleep in, not even a little! As soon as the sun had crested over the horizon, Sneezepaw was up. At first, he had waited around a little while, allowing his mentor some more time to sleep in. He passed the time by counting every piece on the fresh kill pile not once, or twice, but three times. The second time he realized he had counted wrong, so he just had to count again to figure out what he had done wrong, and then he realized that he miscounted the first time. So just to be sure he wasn't going crazy he counted a 4th time.
Finally, he watched his mentor, Dapplefeather, pull herself out of the warriors den. Sneezepaw shot up straight away and bounded to her with a bounce in his step. "Morning Dapplefeather! I'm sorry I was stuck in the medicine cats den for so long, but I'm feeling a lot better now!" His tail lashed back and fourth, unable to contain it's excitement. "I can't wait to get back to training, I'm going to need a lot of it if I want to graduate before t-too... too...? too!" Sneezepaw's words were halted as he felt his nose sting and tickle and burn, all at the same time. He scrunched up his face and shut his eyes, and let out a loud; "ACHEW!" A little cloud of pollen and dust swirled around him. Sneezepaw opened his eyes again, looking despondent. He wasn't going to get sick again, right...? Well, he didn't know. The only thing he knew for certain was how many pieces of prey were on the fresh kill pile. "H-Hah, I'm sure it's nothing!" Sneezepaw added quickly to try to nip Dapplefeather's worries right away.
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