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Post by Voidastral on Nov 24, 2018 0:13:36 GMT -5
((You could prolly just make the 2 to a 3 so he'd be 36 or just make him 30 moons. I honestly dont mind a whole bunch!))
Maskedface felt a little sad that her made her feel old. That really hadn't been the intention. He just didn't want Nettleclaw to unleash her wrath on him again. He sighed, hopefully Foxtail understood. The bicolor tom turned to Nettleclaw with a small second-greeting smile.
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Post by echoliqht on Nov 24, 2018 0:16:00 GMT -5
Nettleclaw was taken aback by Foxtail's remark, flicking her ears back slightly. She saw the sadness and shame in the elders' eyes, and felt internally conflicted and guilty. Was it really for the elder's well-being to keep her confined to a den for the rest of her moons? Was Greystar possibly wrong to insist she be kept as stationary as possible? Maybe it would preserve her physically, but it was apparent these boundaries weren't doing her spirit any good. "F-Foxtail!" she exclaimed, but it was to no avail as the elder continued on, ignoring her. She sighed with frustration, looking at the ground. "Great..just great!" She muttered to herself, tail lashing. The elder was behaving like a stubborn apprentice, but she knew it would be incredibly disrespectful of her to chastise her for it. Needing to find an outlet for her anger, she suddenly whipped around and stormed out of camp, claws unsheathed.
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Post by echoliqht on Nov 24, 2018 0:17:54 GMT -5
(( oops, i replied before seeing yours! sorry ))
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Post by echoliqht on Nov 24, 2018 0:19:37 GMT -5
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Post by Voidastral on Nov 24, 2018 0:19:57 GMT -5
((Lol we can just say Maskedface tried to turn and give her a smile only to be met with empty air. Ill have him follow her then mayb?))
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Post by echoliqht on Nov 24, 2018 0:24:49 GMT -5
(( one more thing, when maskedface's description says 'short and stocky' i just imagine him as a munchkin cat lol xD like this: ))
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Post by echoliqht on Nov 24, 2018 0:25:32 GMT -5
(( yeah that's okay ^^' like he turns over but she's already walking out of camp ))
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Post by π»videocassetteπ» on Nov 24, 2018 0:26:18 GMT -5
Frostface dipped his head in reply to Greystar's request. "Of course, Greystar." He meowed. The tall white tom slipped off to search out Bumblefoot in the warrior's den as he hadn't seen him out around camp. He peered into the den entrance, narrowing his eyes.
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Post by echoliqht on Nov 24, 2018 0:29:00 GMT -5
π»videocassetteπ»A patch of light ginger tabby fur was splayed out in the corner of the den, back legs pressed against the wall as he laid out on his back. Bumblefoot's limbs and tail twitched as he dreamed, and his nose flared like he was scenting for prey. The young tom flexed his claws and chattered his teeth, confirming this was a prey dream.
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Post by Voidastral on Nov 24, 2018 0:31:00 GMT -5
((Nah hes not a munchkin! Tho that'd be cute. Hes just not a very big cat lol.))
Maskedface paused and debated following Nettle law out of canp for a moment. Ultimately though, the tom followed after hef quietly. He didn't want to bother her but also wanted to make sure she didnt do anything too crazy.
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Post by π»videocassetteπ» on Nov 24, 2018 0:36:51 GMT -5
Frostface let out a soft "Hmph," at the young tom's restless dreaming, knowing all to well about those dreams. He padded over and gave Bumblefoot's flank a nudge with his paw. "Bumblefoot." He meowed.
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Post by echoliqht on Nov 24, 2018 0:37:19 GMT -5
(( brb, dinner like i mentioned haha ))
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Post by echoliqht on Nov 24, 2018 1:29:41 GMT -5
Voidastral Nettleclaw stormed away from camp, stalking through the forest until finding a nearby fallen tree. She hopped on, scoring her claws on the rough bark. It felt very relieving to trim her claws, or to at least dig them into something. She scratched a bit more aggressively, tail lashing as scraps of bark flew around beside her. Being frustrated and angry, having no control, it tore her up inside. Of course her first instinct of attacking something wasn't the healthiest, but Nettleclaw had devised a way to curb her anger issues: frequent visits to hone her claws. Finally stopping, Nettleclaw panted quietly as she stepped away from her scratching spot. The bark looked as if a dog had peeled it away. And once the black she-cat was out of her phase, she winced as a strange burning sensation emanated from her paws. Upon examination, several claws were now bleeding. She huffed and sat with indignation and fatigue, beginning to lick them.
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Post by Voidastral on Nov 24, 2018 1:40:09 GMT -5
Maskedface winced, moving towards her "are you okay Nettleclaw?" he questions. Her claws were bleeding, though he really meant her storming off. It was very worrying for a clanmate to leave in such a huff like that.
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Post by echoliqht on Nov 24, 2018 1:51:30 GMT -5
Bumblefoot snorted awake, eyes widening up at Frostface. Being so immediately jolted awake, his brain took a few heartbeats to comprehend reality. "...hello," he finally greeted with a grin. The tabby rolled over onto his paws, stretching out his spine and his legs. "Am I seeing your beautiful face this morning for any particular reason?" He gave the senior warrior's chest a playful tap with his paw.
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Post by π»videocassetteπ» on Nov 24, 2018 2:04:38 GMT -5
Frostface's expression did not budge from its resting position. Instead, he took a small step backwards as though to prevent being touched again. "I'm taking you and Larchpaw out on hunting patrol," He deadpanned, and he gestured in the general direction of the apprentice's den with a flick of his tail. "You should wake your apprentice up."
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Post by echoliqht on Nov 24, 2018 2:07:44 GMT -5
Nettleclaw whipped around towards Maskedface, eyes widened. She curled her tail around herself defensively, placing her paw back down. "We...were you following me?!" she hissed, flicking her ears. What gave him the right...?!
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Post by echoliqht on Nov 24, 2018 2:14:22 GMT -5
Frostface's deadpanned displeasure only heightened Bumblefoot's humor. He always loved to mess with the tom, despite his vacant expression. "Good idea!" he chirped, bounding out of the den with a flick of his tail. He crossed the camp clearing towards the apprentices' den, a smile on his face as bright as the dawn sun. "Larchpaw?" he mewed, poking his head into the den. His nose instinctively wrinkled at the smell of prepubescence and unwashed fur. "Larchpaw, you awake?"
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Post by Voidastral on Nov 24, 2018 9:06:07 GMT -5
"Yes. I mean, not in a stalking kind of sense. I wanted to make sure you were okay, you seemed upset about Foxtail." his tone remains calm as he idles a few lengths from her, though there is concern there in his voice.
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Post by decipher on Nov 24, 2018 12:08:58 GMT -5
Dovepaw's eyes were as round as saucers as she realized the current state of the medicine cat's storage. A lot of the herbs appeared depleted, which meant some gathering would have to take place soon. There were some plants that looked dried out and useless, so the little she-cat decided it was about time they were sorted through. Balancing on her hind-legs, she took out the herbs she could reach with her forepaws, bringing them down for a closer inspection.
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Post by decipher on Nov 24, 2018 12:13:08 GMT -5
Nightmane flicked his tail, looking bored. He stalked over to the prey pile and pulled out a tasty looking shrew. He began to tuck in, feeling energy course through his veins from the intake of food. He licked his lips. Breakfast was always a great part of the day. Then patrolling always fun if the cats participating weren't boring.
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Post by Voidastral on Nov 24, 2018 12:26:36 GMT -5
Dashfoot took notice of her clanmate, Nightman, eating his morning food and narrowed in on him for conversation. Once Dashfoot began a conversation she was hard to get rid of. "Heya Nightmane. How are you doing? If you care to know, I'm doing well myself though I must admit I'm a tad bored." she said, taking a seat near her clanmate. Her speech was quick and energized.
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Post by π»videocassetteπ» on Nov 24, 2018 14:13:54 GMT -5
Frostface's deadpanned displeasure only heightened Bumblefoot's humor. He always loved to mess with the tom, despite his vacant expression. "Good idea!" he chirped, bounding out of the den with a flick of his tail. He crossed the camp clearing towards the apprentices' den, a smile on his face as bright as the dawn sun. "Larchpaw?" he mewed, poking his head into the den. His nose instinctively wrinkled at the smell of prepubescence and unwashed fur. "Larchpaw, you awake?" Larchpaw had been long awake by the sound of clan activity, but she hadn't opened her eyes to let the sunlight wake her up. Instead, she made it a point to stretch out and make herself more comfortable in her nest. The young she-cat's ear twitched at the sound of Bumblefoot's call, but she pretended to be asleep, stifling a small laugh.
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Post by echoliqht on Nov 24, 2018 16:28:08 GMT -5
π»videocassetteπ» VoidastralBumblefoot rolled his eyes, noticing Larchpaw's ears twitching and her chest quivering with giggles. He creeped across the den, paws silent from moons of hunting practice. Behind his apprentice, he suddenly gave her scruff a soft nip to spook her. - - - "Well... don't worry about it! I'm fine," Nettleclaw insisted, her fur puffed out as it seemed like she tried to conceal herself more. She averted her gaze from Maskedface, instead looking back at her handiwork on the tree. With her vision no longer red, it really dawned on her how powerfully she had attacked the bark. It nearly took her by suprise. And for what? A stubborn elder? Maybe...maybe she DID have something wrong... "Just, get back to camp already, alright?! I don't need you here..." She didn't look at him again, instead hopping off onto the other side of the log and curling up behind it to lick her claws.
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Post by echoliqht on Nov 24, 2018 16:34:29 GMT -5
decipherQuickpaw had been ordered by Crookedjaw that, before he could eat breakfast, he was to check up on the medicine cats to see if they needed any help with cats or herbs. He didn't mind, of course, because it would give him a chance to talk to that cutie Dovepaw! Trotting up to the den, the scent of herbs hit him like a stone. Wrinkling his nose, he ventured further inside, spotting Dovepaw busy with stockpiling. He suddenly got the idea to suprise her, a grin forming on his face. Crouching down, he crept forward across the lichen-tangled floors, until he was a whiskerlength behind the she-cat. He took a deep breath. "...HI DOVEPAW! WHATCHA UP TO?!"
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Post by Voidastral on Nov 24, 2018 16:46:49 GMT -5
Maskedface settled his two front paws up on the log, peering over to her before pushing himself off and back down. Maskedface frowned just slightly. Obviously Nettleclaw wasn't okay and obviously he wasn't going to leave her. The tom instead settled himself down facing away from the log. The bicolor tom folded his paws beneath him and his tail curled around himself as he waited for her to jump back over.
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Post by echoliqht on Nov 24, 2018 17:28:55 GMT -5
Nettleclaw's ears twitched as she heard rustling of leaves and other forest litter behind her. She knew that Maskedface didn't leave due to his scent lingering close by and strongly. She hissed softly to herself, annoyed by his persistence. Why did he even care?! What did she ever do kindly to him that made him want to care about her? What would he gain out of being compassionate to her? Nettleclaw thought these things as she continued to heal her claws, wincing at the burning. She was either too proud or too ashamed to return to camp right now, so if Maskedface insisted on staying, then so be it.
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Post by Voidastral on Nov 24, 2018 17:35:29 GMT -5
Maskedface eventually laid his head along his now unfolded paws, continuing a soft hum. Something made him feel he had to stay there and he wasn't going to fight that. What if something attacked his clanmate. She was injured and vulnerable.
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Post by β‘ Bun β‘ on Nov 24, 2018 18:35:52 GMT -5
βͺ Ooc >> Hello Everyone!
βͺ RP >>
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Post by Voidastral on Nov 24, 2018 18:50:01 GMT -5
((Hello!
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