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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Nov 5, 2018 21:55:22 GMT -5
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Nov 5, 2018 21:56:00 GMT -5
The twilight above the trees issues warning of impending night. The perfect time to hunt, where keen eyes won't see the able hunter. The air is sweet, perhaps chilly, yet you can't feel its bite. In the oncoming dusken half-light, you see a plump, unassuming mouse. An easy catch, you warrant.
Something about this seems … off. You can't quite place a claw on it. A mixture of deja vu and anxiety taints the air. Just as you're about to pounce on the prey, it turns and looks at you, unaffected. It's then that you remember. This is a recurrent dream and not one you wish to repeat again.
Try as you might, you can't bid yourself to wake up. The mouse's form contorts and rots in front of your very gaze. Disappointed, your dream self returns to camp empty handed. You feel watched and judged. As if you deserved this somehow. This guilt is not yours to have, yet it pricks at your heart like a thorn.
The camp erupts into agony. It is not molten hunger that quells them though. Large, black thornbushes creep their way into the clearing. Like the black hand of death, they stretch to pluck each and every clanmember surrounding you in a spray of blood and pain. The most terrible thing about it is your uncaring form. Internally, you beg your dream self to try and help them, even if just to perish with them, but you don't move.
You expect to wait up then, as per usual. But, this time is different. This hasn't happened before. A great, giant, shimmering form shreds the bushes back in a blinding blue-white light. It's Coldstar, the previous clan leader. His stern gaze turns to look at you. Not the dream-you, no, the one experiencing the dream.
You wake up in a shudder hoping the nightmare is just that, and means nothing. However, fully awake now, you set out to hunt and notice the similarities… after all,
One often meets their destiny on the path taken to avoid it.
Many are not completely sure what is myth and what is history. Elders often tell tales that could be true or may very well be legend. One thing is for certain: BriarClan is on its ninth generation, and many more will come.
Join, unravel, and write BriarClan’s history.
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Nov 5, 2018 21:56:27 GMT -5
➺ No spam or advertising please. Or kitstealing if that’s still a thing.
➺ You are required to have proper grammar and spelling. There's no set post length here, but one-liners and flat responses are absolutely not allowed. We prefer quality over quantity.
➺ Try to be active. If you haven’t roleplayed at all in two to three weeks, you will be deleted. I will send out warnings first though. Chatting does not count. If you join and never come back, please at least pm me to tell me you changed your mind or got busy.
➺ The clan leader’s roleplayer (who is me at this time) picks warrior names. Furthermore, for more realism, the mother or other parent of a litter of kits picks their names as well. You may kindly request names in a PM but do not be salty or upset if they are not used.
➺ LGBT+ Characters are welcome here. Please know that there may be characters who, in character, do not agree and might be rude to your cat because of their own beliefs. Please remember the previous rules in regards to this, and if you have any issues with LGBT+ yourself, don’t join.
➺ Keep timelines more or less consistent. The same character cannot be in two places at once. Wrap up their scene one place before having them be somewhere else. The only acception to this is when a global timeskip happens, and when skipping more than pg scenes (mating, birthing).
➺ Please be realistic. A cat cannot take on a leader or a horde of cats and win. No purple cats, bangs, red eyes, etc etc. Also only name your characters after things they'd know. Exotic animals and plants, mythological things, and two-leg items are generally unacceptable, unless the character has a kittypet background and chose to keep some of their name. No perfect cats, give them some flaws.
➺ If joining BriarClan, you agree to keep out of character (OC or OoC) strictly separate from in character (IC). For example, that means if someone's character hates one of yours, you do not get overly mad or sad over it. A character’s thoughts and opinions are their own and not their roleplayer’s. You play by post and remain flexible based on what happens in the roleplay and not what's talked about out of it. See the 'play by post’ rule for more. Also, please put 'BCR' and your favorite color in your joining post so show you read the rules ; )
➺ You may make as many cats as you want, as long as you rp them all. This may be changed as time goes on and the clan grows. If you drop out of the clan or disappear, your cats my be put up for other people to play as them to keep things consistent. We encourage all of you to adopt kits born from two other characters. You can put your own cats up for adoption as well. This is to promote growth and family relations, as well as keeping the same cats in circulation. In loo with this rule, you may not join as a queen or a kit (unless you’re adopting an existing one). You may also not have two of your own characters be mates with each other.
➺ This clan is something of a 'play by post’ roleplay, as I feel roleplays should be. This means NO out of character planning. Let things unfold as they will in character. Act as your character would act and not how you want them to. Now, do not abuse this rule by making whatever you want happen. You still must be realistic, not spotlight or metagame, and ask before killing a character or something big. But even when it comes to those things, try not to plan ahead. Ask as the situation is occurring or right before. And take no for an answer and adapt. I take this rule very seriously so please take heed. In-character drama welcomed!
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Nov 5, 2018 21:56:51 GMT -5
➺ Briar Copse: Most of BriarClan’s territory is dense deciduous forest. This overarching forest is called Briar Copse, or sometimes just ‘the Copse’. It’s so named for the abundance of briar patches throughout.
➺ Meadow Lea: The forest opens up near the upper-left middle to a meadow of long grass and flowers. It’s a good place to train, but also leaves one vulnerable to any predators in the area as you’re out in the open.
➺ Coldstar’s Stream: Located to the south side of camp, only five foxlengths from the entrance. Originally just called the forest’s stream, this is where Coldstar lost his last life to defending the clan against a fox. The fox was swiftly killed, and his body removed and buried, but the memory is not forgotten. The stream is now named in his honor.
➺ Misty Bay: The stream dumps into a large lake that makes up the north-east border of our territory. It’s obviously named for the frequent mists that surround it, especially in the morning.
➺ Twolegplace: Across the lake is a large twoleg city. One can travel a day or so around the lake to get to it, or swim across to it if you’re brave enough. Not much is known about it due to its distance from the camp.
➺ The Mooncave: BriarClan’s sacred place is also the origin of Coldstar’s Stream. In the northwest corner of the territory is a damp cave with a thin layer of water coating the floor. In the middle of the cave is a large spire of quartz rock that the clan uses to communicate with StarClan
➺ Camp: Unlike most clan camps, which are circular or semi-circular, BriarClan’s camp is built mostly horizontal. It's kind of shaped like a native-american longhouse, but without the roof. Almost all the dens are located side-by-side in the side of a large, mossy knoll, this nearly unscalable cliff making up the leftmost part of camp. The leader's den is the only one located on top of the hill in a hole dug downwards into it, whose rocky cliff path snakes to the right of camp. On either side of the knoll are very large patches of briars, which the clan has reinforced into walls with branches and brambles. A big, hollow log serves as the nursery den right up against one of the walls, this corner in particular stuffed with feathers and moss for insulation. With the way the camp is situated, unless a predator dug all the way through the bramble and briar wall (which would hurt), someone would have to go all the way through camp to get to the nursery, making it the safest den in theory. Let me know if I need to explain the camp better or make a diagram and I will ^^
BriarClan does not believe in a Dark Forest. Their ‘place of no stars’ is instead called Hagsmire. It’s a dark, fiery plane inhabited by the worst souls. The wardens of such a place are known as Hagsfiends or simply ‘hags’. They’re demonic, part cat, feathered harpies that revel in mortal pain. They are no more than ghosts in our world, but can possess or seduce the weak of mind and of heart. Though, many in BriarClan are beginning to believe Hagsmire doesn’t exist and is simply a tale meant to scare cats into being good and honorable.
Loyalty is a huge thing in BriarClan. Not just to your clan, but to your family, mate, and friends as well. Breaking loyalty in any way is almost unforgivable. It tarnishes your respect and honor, which are also very important in the clan. Cowardice, breaking vows / promises, or cheating on your mate are seen as heinous betrayals of loyalty and are sometimes warrant for exile or worse. At the very least they remove your honorable standing within the clan, making you a pariah.
Multiple things are universally seen as omens. More will be added as they come in character. -When hunting prey, if it dies in front of you before you can catch it, it’s an omen that someone you love will die unexpectedly. -If any harm comes to a briar bush (as in fire, rot, etc) it is a warning that the clan is in likewise danger. -Lightning striking or thunder rumbling and interrupting someone’s sentence is StarClan telling them to shut up.
Nonbinary cats are not called ‘nonbinary’ as cats wouldn’t likely use that term. Instead they are called a ‘two-cat’ or ‘two-spirit’, in reference that they are both known genders and neither gender at the same time. Unless they have a preference for male or female pronouns, use they/their.
Unlike in the books, clan leaders get only four additional lives for a total of five. Nine, in my opinion, is just too much. I feel the Erins only did it for the whole ‘cats have nine lives’ gimmick.
BriarClan cats come in many shapes and sizes, but one thing in particular stands out. Blue eyes are a very common sight. They are seen as an omen of long life and loyalty.
--> Joining Thread Here <--
{ Name } | Gender | Age | Rank - Two or three sentences of appearance, personality, and anything else. What their scent is like (ie, ‘smells faintly of honey and mint’) (Roleplayer)
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Nov 5, 2018 21:57:23 GMT -5
➺ Leader ;; { Nightstar } | She-Cat | 40 Moons | - Nightstar is a lithe, medium-haired, solid black she-cat with piercing blue eyes. She stands proud, perhaps too proud. She demands respect and can sometimes be a little too hard on others. A scathing tongue claims she only wants what is best for BriarClan. She is rather cold. This icy exterior seems to be hiding something within, but good luck thawing her heart to figure it out. Some may reject her thorny methods, but she is leader after all. Her scent is of fertile soil, like a garden of freshly-watered flowers. (Eris Alva)
➺ Deputy ;; { Examplecat } | Cat | ?? Moons | - OPEN **Will be choosing in-character** (Roleplayer)
➺ Medicine Cat ;; { Littleroot } | Two-cat | 56 Moons | - Small brown cat with mottled, wiry fur. Their eyes are two seperate colors; blue on one eye, green on the other. Has a lick of white chest fur. Gray is starting to show on their muzzle. Littleroot is somewhat of a gnarled cat, seeming grumpy. They grew as a two-spirit within the clan so they tend to keep to themselves. Bias is not as bad as it once was, but this doesn't stop them from being paranoid and sensitive about it. Besides this, they are gentle and caring, only having a temper when absolutely necessary. They smell strongly of herbs, but like ash beneath that. (NPC- Play as needed)
➺ Medicine Cat Apprentice ;; { Examplecat } | Cat | ?? Moons | - OPEN (Roleplayer)
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Nov 5, 2018 21:57:46 GMT -5
A l l e g i a n c e s c o n t.
➺ Senior Warriors ;;
{ Spiderstep } | Tom | 54 Moons | - A very small and sleek dark brown tom, not much bigger than new apprentices, with big yellow eyes. Despite his small and demure appearance, he is strong both physically and mentally and he isn't afraid to take charge when necessary. Otherwise he's friendly if/when he tries to socialize, and a good listener. Smells like pine needles. (nissabug)
➺ Warriors ;;
{ Thornstripe } | Tom | 46 moons | - Thornstripe is muscular, lean tom with long legs. He sports a thin, pale cream and white coat, which possesses gradual tabby markings on his legs, tail, and face. Thornstripe has an extremely lithe build, and he is agile on his legs but ferocious in battle. The tom has icy blue eyes. His personality is strong-willed and ambitious, but enough for him to still have common sense. He is extremely loyal to his clan, and will often try to reason before fighting. Thornstripe is a clever tom. His scent is similar to the earthy smell that remains before, during, and after rain. However, it is strangely musky in a wonderful way. (รเɭкรՇoг๓)
{ Sunnypuddle } | She-Cat | 32 moons | - A small but stocky long-haired white she-cat with pale green eyes and ginger splashes on her back, face, and legs, and a plumy striped tail. She has a very bubbly personality, and enjoys making conversation or just being nosy in general. She likes to make friends wherever she goes, but sometimes has a hard time respecting personal space. Smells like wildflowers, mostly dandelions. (nissabug)
{ Owlwing } | She-cat | 24 moons | - Owlwing is a pale, light brown she-cat with a dark and apparent tabby pattern all over her body. She has white accents on her muzzle, throat, and top half of her stomach as well as around her eyes. Her gaze is a dull, deep amber color. Her fur is thin, except for thick fur tufts protruding from the insides and tips of her ears, as well as a fluffy tail. She is a quiet, self-reserved warrior with no means of socializing unless approached or in need of speaking. Her personality lacks much emotion, unless she gets close enough to another to let herself show emotion. Owlwing believes if she tells too much, others may take advantage of her. The elegant she-cat has a warm but faint milky scent, however, it is different than that of a lactating queen's. (รเɭкรՇoг๓ )
➺ Apprentices ;;
{ Coyotepaw } | Tom | 9 Moons | - This determined cat is a solid brown tom with darker brown points (face, paws, and legs). He has bright yellow eyes. Coyotepaw is quiet, loyal, and enthusiastic. He, like many of his age, wants to be the best warrior BriarClan has to offer. He genuinely cares for the clan but also wishes to rise to power and respect within it. His scent is faintly of charcoal. (Eris Alva)
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Nov 5, 2018 21:58:07 GMT -5
A l l e g i a n c e s c o n t.
➺ Queens ;; { Snowbird } | She-Cat | 30 Moons | - Pale gray, nearly white she-cat with faint silver tabby stripes. She has mint-colored eyes. She is soft-spoken and kind. However, a little overly-weary. For instance, she won’t release who the father of her unborn kits are. She is the daughter of the late Coldstar. Has a damp-earth scent, like the ground after rain. Kits: unborn (Eris Alva)
➺ Elders ;; { Example cat } | Cat | ?? Moons | - (Roleplayer)
➺ Outsiders ;; { Minthe } | She-Cat | 53 Moons | - Lanky, lithe, slippery. This uniquely colored she-cat can be described as each. She has angular features, emphesized by her almond-shaped amber eyes. Minthe is piebald, meaning most of her is colored in white, save multiple black speckles on her rump and her left back paw. She is a master of stealth and sleuth. Cunning and manipulative beyond all reason. Her motives are never quite clear. She cares little for the clan, in fact, she loathes them and wishes that BriarClan fall. Perhaps she is simply a scorned lover, as all the clan knows she had an affair with the late Coldstar. Smells distinctly like cinnamon and woodland. (Eris Alva)
➺ StarClan ;; { Coldstar } | Tom | 68 Moons at death | - He was a light-silver tabby tom with icy blue eyes. His belly, facial markings, and paws were white. Short-furred. He was stern, determined to lead his clan with strength and kindness. Occasionally could be off-putting or icy. This didn't stop him from showing how selfless he could be. He knew and accepted his role with humility. To the very end. However, some may come to learn he was also quite secretive... Has an earthy scent with hints of lavender. (Eris Alva)
➺ Hagsmire ;; { Example Cat } | Cat | ?? Moons | - (Roleplayer)
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Nov 5, 2018 21:58:30 GMT -5
➺ November 5, 2018 We were made! "Remember remember the fifth of November" >>
S e a s o n & W e a t h e r
☐ Greenleaf ☒ Leaf-fall ☐ Leafbare ☐ New-leaf
☒ Rain ☐ Snow ☐ Hail ☐ Cloudy ☐ Partly Cloudy ☐ Sunny ☐ Windy
☐ Cold ☐ Chilly ☒ Breezy ☐ Warm ☐ Hot
x = exes , dead
Family Trees:
Coldstar x Willowfall = Snowbird ? x ? = Nightstar ? x ? =Rainpaw, Hazepaw
Crushes: n/a
Rivals: Minthe ☭ Coldstar
Mentors: Coyotepaw > ? Hazepaw > ?
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Nov 5, 2018 21:58:59 GMT -5
Because I'm sure I forgot something
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Nov 5, 2018 22:04:20 GMT -5
Officially open to posting!
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Nov 6, 2018 0:03:50 GMT -5
Anyone? D:
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Nov 6, 2018 16:52:29 GMT -5
The dewy morning light shone into the camp from the trees above. It was a slow, windy morning. To be honest, Nightstar didn't want to get up. Her nest was too warm and comfortable. However, with no deputy at the moment, she had to organize patrols herself. Thus she forced herself up and out of her den.
Coyotepaw was also reluctant to get out of bed. Reluctant meaning still deeply asleep. The brown apprentice was laying on his back with his mouth parted, snoring up a storm.
Snowbird sat in the rather empty nursery. She was the only one with a reasonable excuse to sleep in. A swollen, uncomfortable, kicking-constantly excuse. She sighed down at her belly. The kits inside her were keeping her awake this dawn. She thoroughly hoped only a few dawns were left before they were ready to be born.
Meanwhile, a shadowed figure raced through the forest. Her willowed form weaved passed trees as if with a vendetta. The amber gaze burned, glowing in the half-light of hollowed morning. It paused, sniffing the carefully laid out border. With little regard to it, she purposely stepped inside.
( Bubble / ✨ nissabug ✨ some starters to do with as you wish ^^ )
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Nov 6, 2018 17:55:32 GMT -5
Hazepaw awoke to the sound of the most ridiculous sounding snoring she had ever heard. And she knew instantly it was Coyotepaw; them being the only two apprentices in the den wasn't even the reason, as this tended to be a common issue. She rolled over in her nest and prodded a paw in the tom's side, and not gently. It would either shut him up or wake him up.
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Nov 6, 2018 19:16:37 GMT -5
He was chasing a mouse through the moonlight. Just as Coyotepaw jumped, a stabbing pain jolted him awake. Yellow eyes blinked in confusion but the culprit was quickly found to be Hazepaw. He flattened his ears and pushed the she-cat with his own paw in retribution.
(I thought it was about time I use roleplay profiles too lmao)
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Nov 6, 2018 19:35:14 GMT -5
"I'm sure cats across the lake could hear you snoring," Hazepaw said, only her whiskers twitching to show she was teasing. She stretched out her front legs in a deep stretch and yawned; the sun was beginning to creep into their den, and she wouldn't be able to sleep much longer with that in her eyes. "I wonder if our mentors are up."
((who is hers btw lol))
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Nov 6, 2018 19:51:24 GMT -5
(Oh right, I'll assign one now. >< Slipped my mind. Featherfrost good?)
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Nov 6, 2018 19:55:40 GMT -5
Sunlight splashed directly across Coyotepaw's face. He flipped over to his stomach and covered his face with his paws. They were shocked away from his muzzle though by Hazepaw's teasing. "Hey! I do not snore!"
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Nov 6, 2018 19:56:11 GMT -5
((yep, thats fine!!))
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Nov 6, 2018 20:02:31 GMT -5
Hazepaw sat up in her nest and curled her tail neatly over her paws as she watched the tom flip around. "How are you supposed to know if you're the one sleeping?" the tabby asked as she brushed a paw over her ears.
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Nov 6, 2018 20:11:42 GMT -5
(Can you see Coyote's avatar or did it disappear?)
Coyotepaw looked at her perplexed for a moment. He realized she was right soon thereafter. He didn't like to admit that. His face contorted into a scowl at the neatly-sitting, pompous Hazepaw. "I hope our mentors take us out for battle training..." He mumbled to himself and stood.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Nov 6, 2018 20:23:23 GMT -5
Hazepaw flicked her ear. "Mmhm," was her only response as she moved on to grooming her chest. Her mind wandered to Rainpaw, as she wondered if he was awake by now as well. She stood up and made her way across the den to the entrance, stopping half way through to look back at Coyotepaw. "Coming along?"
((it was there at first but yeah now it's gone, rip))
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Nov 6, 2018 20:40:04 GMT -5
For a moment, Coyotepaw might have been able to fall back asleep standing up. He wasn't normally so lazy, but it was hard to get up after being prodded awake like that. It was comfortable here... mm... But Hazepaw's voice broke him out of the daze and he nodded aggressively. Where exactly was he coming along to?
(No idea why)
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Post by Bubble on Nov 7, 2018 11:24:06 GMT -5
Webstep
Webstep rose with the sun as usual, the transition from deep sleep to awakeness quick and mildly disorienting. Once he gets his bearings he slinks from the den, careful not to step on any stray tails or make too much noise so as to not wake the others still slumbering. He pauses outside of the den to inhale the fresh morning air, the familiar scents of his clanmates soothing, a quiet purr rumbling deep in his chest as he doesn't immediately scent anything concerning and he makes his way towards the Apprentice den to collect Coyotepaw for some early morning training. He's halfway there when Nightstar exits her den and he stops, tail swaying slowly behind him.
"Good morning, Nightstar." He meows, dipping his head respectfully before continuing towards the Apprentice den. He doesn't go inside, instead choosing to settle outside of the entrance to it quietly grooming himself, curious to see how long it'd take for young Coyotepaw to come out this morning.
Featherfrost
She loved sleep. Sleep was awesome. Sleep was very, very nice. However, she had a duty to her Clan - several duties, one including little Hazepaw - and she manages to drag herself out of her comfy little corner of the den, pausing to give herself a quick groom, sleep having had her fur sticking up all which-way. She pads out of the den once she's sure there's no spots of sticking up fur left, meowing a friendly greeting to Nightstar and Webstep before making her way to the nursery; she was absolutely excited for Snowbirds kits and wanted to check and see how the Queen was holding up so close to their being born.
She stuck her head into the nursery, not expecting to see the Queen awake, and makes a small noise of surprise upon seeing that she was.
"Good morning, Snowbird. Kits keeping you awake?" She purrs, careful not to settle down - she'd sit and talk with Snowbird for ages if she wasn't careful and she had an apprentice to mentor, after all.
Rainpaw
Rainpaw had risen with the sun, bright-eyed and eager for a new day of training. He'd carefully gone over Littleroot's herb stores, quietly mumbling the names of each herb under his breath to try and memorize them, making sure to breathe in the scent of each one as he did so, and then made sure to look over them closely - he had to be able to recognize them by sight, too. He was so deeply engrossed in his self appointed task that he didn't even notice the camp coming to life outside of the Medicine den.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Nov 7, 2018 11:34:36 GMT -5
Hazepaw ignored how sleepy and annoyed Coyotepaw looked, then made her way out of the den completely. She closed her eyes and relished in how the morning breeze felt on her fur for a moment. When she opened her eyes again, she took notice of Webstep sitting nearby the apprentice den. "See, your mentor is already here," the tabby said to Coytoepaw, flicking her tail in the warrior's direction. Her eyes darted around for Featherfrost's pale fur, and thought she could see her near the nursery.
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Nov 7, 2018 15:11:49 GMT -5
Innerly, Coyotepaw groaned. No more lazing about then. It was reluctantly time to get up and moving. He pushed out of the den with chattering teeth. It was becoming obvious that leaf-bare was coming. Hunting patrols would have to be extra thorough to prepare. Coyotepaw didn't mind it, but he'd like to learn more of what he didn't already know. "Morning." He mumbled to his mentor.
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Nov 7, 2018 15:15:49 GMT -5
Snowbird felt awful. She must have looked it too. Her face felt as though it was melting from exhaustion. She shifted to lay heavily on her side, her belly a mountain beside her. Not long after, her sister entered. A lovely sight on a cold and tired morning. "Indeed they are. I think they're as stir-crazy as I am to get them out of me."
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Nov 7, 2018 15:22:38 GMT -5
It didn't take long for others to awaken. Nightstar pulled her tail across her feet with a sigh. Webstep and Featherfrost greeted her and she regarded them with silence. "Is it?" The she-cat mumbled after the tom started to walk away. Soon thereafter some apprentices tumbled out of their den all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Well, one of them at least. Nightstar lifted her chin. "Webstep--Why don't you and your apprentice go on the dawn patrol with Featherfrost and hers?"
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Post by 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖐 on Nov 7, 2018 16:50:37 GMT -5
((Hello hello! I'm Silk, nice to meet you all. I have Thornstripe and Owlwing if anyone wants to roleplay!))
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Nov 7, 2018 16:54:50 GMT -5
((we can do sunnypuddle and owlwing! i feel like her and thornstripe should be related somehow too lol))
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Nov 8, 2018 13:18:07 GMT -5
Coyotepaw's ears raised at Nightstar's voice. Dawn patrol? Well, that was way better then the Hagsmire that was hunting. He looked up at her for a moment but chose to look away so she wouldn't see. The dark she-cat always seemed so stern and sour. He piped up to his mentor. "Ooh, can we go on the patrol? Please?"
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