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Post by collided on Nov 19, 2018 18:10:19 GMT -5
(Thanks. Also congrats on the car, Cactus. My parents have a Prius and it's great. Saves them a lot on gas money.)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 19, 2018 18:14:59 GMT -5
(I'll get up some starters in a moment )
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 19, 2018 20:26:48 GMT -5
Shadowstar - - - Where, with Whom, Tags. Back dropped by the snowy mountainside, it would have taken a sight so sharp that it envied an eagle's to pick out Shadowstar from her comfortable spot on Sky Watcher's Peak. Flurries of snowflakes littered the air, but nowhere near the density seen during the harsher moons of leafbare. Whilst the winds were bitter, for a cat accumulated to life here it would be considered rather pleasant. Having stolen a moment to herself to enjoy the privacy and peace of the mountaintops on her lonesome. Though life might have been calm at current, in her few moons as leader, and even as a normal warrior she had learned that could change as seamlessly as night flowing into day. The leader had spent her morning collecting, enjoying the freedom of her mountains, but being productive at the very least. Whilst the Nightly Guard had not yet been posted, for the northern lights continued to bless their skies. Shadowstar had chosen to provide her services in surveying her territory, the morning had been uneventful. But she enjoyed how mundane it had been, better boring than busy. Her whiskers twitched with amusement, she was sounding more and more like her own mother. Echoes from the caverns beside her drew her attention, not approaching footsteps but a fainter sound which made her assume that camp was awaking without her. On her paws with careless grace, she paused. Inhaling the fresh mountain air for one final time, before turning and entering the dark tunnel system. They're up early, who set fire to the camp? Shadowstar mused to herself, a grin lighting her expression as she chuckled to herself. The sound lost on the howling winds before it could carry back into the camp. Usually she would have had a little longer before most of her camp awoke, an early bird by nature. With the scent of the wild clinging to her fur, she made her way down the familiar paths as they wound left and right through the caves. Until the taste of camp was fresh on her tongue, and the patter of footsteps made her ears prick forward and she knew she was reasonably close. Soon light began to filter into the tunnels a little, flooding through small holes in the ceiling which meant she could see where she was going as opposed to allow her paws to guide their way through the familiar tunnels. Entering into camp, she found it mostly empty of life, with a few cats milling around waiting for orders. At least their isn't a fire, this time she stifled her grin so it only showed as a twitch of her whiskers as she eased through camp without a word. Casting a customary glance to the fresh kill pile, whilst it wasn't fantastic in its offerings at the very least it had something to offer. Morning patrols should be going out soon, she reasoned. Looking around for a moment in search of Dawnthief, considering placing herself on a hunt with the lone purpose of giving herself something to do outside of the confines of camp. For now she saw the camp empty of his usual presence, but she thought nothing of it. Settling down to the side of camp, her snowy fur stark against the darker shades of the camp cavern. The leader waited in a comfortable silence for her camp to come alive, so she could get on with her day. Her paws itching for something to do, her nature not leading to the quiet life all too well. She watched as cats began to pull themselves from various dens, ready for the day ahead. Greysmoke - - - Where, with Whom, Tags. Doing his hardest to continue his doze in spite of the movement around him which seemed intent on ensuring that he didn't regain his grip on his blissful dreams. The massive tom curled tighter into his ball, as though hoping by burying his head into his thick grey fur, he might be able to escape the realities of warrior life for a little while longer. No such luck, such seemed to be the trend of his life in recent moons. Begrudgingly pulling himself to his paws, he trudged from the warriors den with a soft twitch to his tail. The bitter winds seemed not to bother him in spite of the way they tugged at his dark grey fur. The thick furred tom was unaffected by anything but his ill temper that morning, ache doing nothing to lift his spirits. Looking around camp in a bored manner, he spotted the snowy form of Shadowstar making her way into camp but Greysmoke avoided the leader like the plague for now. He wasn't in the mood for a conversation just yet, least of all with their leader who would likely hurl a range of questions and requests at him. If he was to be productive today, the very least he would need was a moment or two in which to wake up, and hopefully something to relieve the growl to his belly. Approaching the fresh kill pile in quiet, his entire demeanour almost daring a cat to approach him right now. His movements were striking, everything about him seemed to pose a challenge save for him out right posing one. The tom was an intimidating one to those who didn't know him, and even those who did knew better than to cross him right now. He wasn't a mean cat, but when he couldn't be bothered with socialisation a sane cat knew to give him his space. Whilst appealing was likely the least accurate word for the offerings provided by the mornings fresh kill pile, his hunger was such that he barely noticed the stale state of the prey before him. Nosing his way through the pile until he came across a juvenile hare, the tom lifted it up with little difficulty and moved away. Settling down in camp, and devouring into the prey as though it had killed his best friend. By the time he was finished, he had made quite the mess of his meal, but his stomach was filled and his mood was lighter. Though considering his usual behaviour, that likely wasn't saying very much to most. All too aware that now he had taken something for himself, he would need to do something reasonably productive or risk a scathing conversation with Dawnthief, which again he chose to avoid like the plague. He licked his lips in an attempt to rid it of the blood and bone matter which had accumulated there during his meal. Who is going to be the least painful choice, he wondered to himself as he looked around camp in silence. The way his gaze carefully shifted across camp like a vulture surveying its territory, it settled on no one in particular. Seemingly deciding the choices were less appealing than the offers on the fresh kill pile. For now the tom remained seated, chosing to let someone come to him and offer their services of companionship. Greysmoke could be threatened with death, and he wouldn't make the first move. Nettlebite - - - Where, with Whom, Tags. Whilst the leader had spent her morning surveying the territory, Nettlebite had chosen to be more active with his early activities. The massive tom cat returned to camp with his fur ruffled, mottled with snow that was only just beginning to melt. It made him look even larger than he usually might have been, but he carried his usual confident grin etched into his handsome expression. Carried in his jaws was an especially plump goat kid, snatched from the mountainside before its mother had even noticed the tom's presence amidst the herd. Dropping the animal onto the freshkill pile in an unceremonious manner and for now taking nothing for himself. The muscled tom cat cast his gaze across camp with a curious twitch of his ears. Spotting Shadowstar return to camp, he nodded politely in her direction but was smart enough to assume she didn't want to be approached. Whilst the leader was a kind one, she wasn't the most sociable cat in the clan, and Nettlebite was kind enough to give her space when it appeared she wasn't especially in the mood for conversing. This feeling quadrupled when he spotted Greysmoke retreating from the warrior's den and into the early light of camp. Looking as though he would skin the first cat that approached him, even if he looked somewhat less murderous after the grey tom cat had eaten. Nettlebite chose to keep himself to himself for the time being, more comfortable in his own company than he was with someone who looked close to murdering just about anyone. Shadowstar included, Nettlebite only just bit back and stifled the amused chuckle which threatened to tug from his lips. As though concerned that Greysmoke might have heard it, somehow known the reasons for its origin, and taken Nettlebite's thick coat to line his nest. So the muscled maine coon look alike was left to enjoy his own company. His gaze following cats as they made their way from their dens, occasionally calling out a greeting to cats as they passed but each seemed busy with their own work. As a result the tom cat was left bored and impatient to get going. He might have already been on a hunt for the morning, but Nettlebite was desperate for something to keep his paws busy for fear of going insane of boredom. He seemed to writhe with impatience as he waited about in a fidgety manner, contemplating finding someone to approach himself. Even Dawnthief with requests of something to do, at this rate he might well have agreed to clean nests or rebuild dens if it gave him something productive to do. Even mundane tasks were preferred over sitting around with nothing to do, twiddling his metaphorical thumbs.
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Post by collided on Nov 20, 2018 1:33:46 GMT -5
Rainsplash - Camp, 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ , OPEN Usually these days when Rainsplash woke up, she was up. Somehow already bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as a squirrel trying to gather up pine nuts. As per usual, she followed a quick stretching and grooming routine, making sure her fur was properly in place and any soreness in her muscles from the prior day’s activities was worked out. Then she was off, making her way of the ledges of the warrior’s den and into the center of camp. The first thing she checked in on was the freshkill pile, though she casually ignored the prickly Greysmoke except to give him a respectful nod. He had already finished up some sort of mammal by the time she got there. The freshkill pile wasn’t barren by any means, but she was sure they’d need to replenish it soon. With leaf-fall coming in sharply, she had noticed an impatience in the air. All cats seemed to be trying to get as much done before the snow got so deep it was difficult to transverse around their territory, especially to hunt. Everyone wanted to fatten up as much as they could before lean times, much like those early-rising squirrels Rainsplash could be compared to. Unlike them however, this was more of a frustration. Despite being born on the mountain and knowing it like the back of her paw, Rainsplash always craved warmth. She’d miss green-leaf dearly as the bitter cold began to take over their territory and consume it entirely along with the darkness. She always wondered, like she was sure her ancestors had before her, when perhaps there would be somewhere besides the mountain to harbor light. With the Bear Woodland, the Edge of the World, and all else though, this seemed unlikely or almost impossible. When Nettlebite returned with a goat kid, she couldn’t help but let out a small purr of happiness however. That was the sort of prey that would feed many cats and keep hunger at bay. She watched as the tom hefted the animal onto the freshkill pile and how snow melted down his fur. “Need any help?” she asked, unable to help herself. “I see you’ve taken care of hunting, but I think behind your ears might need a bit of cleaning with all that snowmelt.” For others, sharing tongues might be seen as a more intimate activity, but this was one of things Rainsplash loved. Being close to other cats, being close to their warmth. She wanted that closeness maybe more than others did. /// Hawkfeather - Camp, OPEN Unlike Rainsplash and some other cats, he wasn’t a morning person per say. More of a night owl. He was always good at the role of Nightly Guard, being naturally suited to it. His glossy upper coat water-repellent and his undercoat woolly and insulating. If anything, he often got a bit hot during green-leaf. Despite this, he wasn’t usually grumpy in the mornings, but more so somewhat confused and disoriented at first. Because of this, it took him awhile to completely groom his dense fur, finding a burr he hadn’t noticed the night before. After tossing it away, he yawned hugely and finally got to his snowshoe-like paws. He glanced around camp, spotting Nightstar but not the deputy at first glance. He also saw Greysmoke and Nettlebite, the latter tom he was quite a bit more fond of. Then there was Rainplash, one of their newer warriors. Out of the corner of his eye, he sometimes mistook her for Nightstar. He wasn’t sure why it kept happening, but it was funny to him. He just hoped he wouldn’t accidentally call Nightstar by the wrong name one day. That would make any cat hot under the pelt from embarrassment! As is, he figured he better get to doing something. No good came from a cat sitting about doing nothing. His mother had always said idleness was useful for the Dark Forest, but to be fair she had also tried to scare him about almost everything to keep him out of trouble as a kit. His whiskers twitched at the memory and then he was padding across the camp towards Nightstar. He dipped his head respectfully towards the leader, not even making eye contact. “Hello, Shadowstar. I hope you enjoyed the peace and quiet while you could. Is there anything I could help with this morning?”
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Post by collided on Nov 20, 2018 1:43:21 GMT -5
(Here's my lawful neutral-lawful evil sliding tomcat. I'd love if eeevil deputy was his mentor, but your choice. ) { Acornpaw } While Acornpaw was the runt of his litter, he managed to grow strong despite this. He isn’t the largest tomcat around his age, but he’s plenty big enough to be suited for the territory his clan lives in. He has thick, long fur that keeps him warm. His cream tabby coat helps him hide fairly well most of the time and his white markings on his muzzle below the nose, chest and belly, and paws help disguise him even better when it’s snowy. Despite having blue eyes when named, he lucked out in ending up having eyes are about the color of an acorn, a warm copper brown. One notable feature are his tufted ears. As a new apprentice, he doesn’t really have any scars yet, but he’s trying very hard to learn how to be the best warrior he can be. He’s generally a kind cat, but he’s also rather shy. He doesn’t quite know how to stick up for himself or others, so often just doesn’t say anything or laughs along even if maybe the joke wasn’t the nicest. He just wants to fit in and be liked, especially by his mentor and the cats in charge. His parents have taught him that the Warrior Code is of the utmost importance and it’s why their clan has survived despite all that’s happened. { collided } Warrior Apprentice Note: Because of his color, his mother would need to be red based (ginger, cream, cameo, etc.) or tortoiseshell/calico. His father could be red based or a different color entirely. He’s welcome to having siblings, since he sort of needs them to have been the runt. Besides that, he looks up to Thistlepaw and wants to be her friend (and just friends). He doesn’t have a crush yes and gets very embarrassed if anyone asks.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 20, 2018 3:10:08 GMT -5
(All added colli! I shall respond once I have the chance)
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Post by Bʟᴀᴄᴋғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ on Nov 20, 2018 6:16:26 GMT -5
((I'd adore Rainsplash and Bluestorm, along with Hawkfeather and Halfface being siblings!)) collided
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 20, 2018 8:05:53 GMT -5
(I am unsure of where you have gotten the name Nightstar from, collided but our leader's name is Shadowstar XD I think I have a minute to reply now, but no promises if I'll get it up just yet but I will try.)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 20, 2018 15:41:17 GMT -5
(sorry, ended up having a busy day but will get on with it now)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 20, 2018 16:18:54 GMT -5
Nettlebite - - - PrecipiceClan Camp, Rainsplash, collided. Gaze drawn by the sound of pawsteps and the quickly approaching shecat. Nodding his head in polite greeting as she paused before him, the muscled tom dipped his tri-coloured head in greeting as he said a polite, "Good morning," to Rainsplash as he settled in his general proximity. His tone was his usual melodic amusement and general cheeriness, the massive tom settling down comfortably as he watched the shecat for a moment. The growl which next parted his lips was a purely playful one, it carried a soft tone that seemed to dance with the gentle breeze. It coupled with the amused glimmer of his gaze and the soft twitch of his whiskers gave off the impression that there was no true malice to the sound which pulled from him. Very few cats in the clan had heard Nettlebite truly growl, and even then it had only ever been in the context of the battleflield and certainly not directed towards a clanmate. When it chose to sound, his growl was one which could shake mountains, create avalanches and cause the winds to retreat from the very skies. "That's pretty rich," the tom responded with a grin. "Coming from the shecat who looks like they've managed to accumulate every piece of moss and burr found on the mountains." He grinned, taking the opportunity to pull a thistle out from behind her ears, and spitting it onto the ground to prove a point. Admittedly the tom hesitated at her proposition, the sharing of tongues was something he normally would only do with a close one or family member. Like Snowyfluff, his mate who likely was still curled up tight in her nest in the dark nursery right now. As his thoughts wandered to the snowy shecat, his ear flicked in the direction of that den in a contemplatve manner. A good way to make friends was the reasoning as to why he answered with an agreement. "I mean," he replied as though there had never been a heartbeat of hesitation in his mind. "The very least I could do is spend a moment or two to help you look at the very least presentable." He grinned amusedly, offering Rainsplash the seat beside him.
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Post by collided on Nov 20, 2018 17:51:50 GMT -5
((I'd adore Rainsplash and Bluestorm, along with Hawkfeather and Halfface being siblings!)) collided (Yay! That's great, thanks.)
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Post by collided on Nov 20, 2018 17:52:54 GMT -5
(I am unsure of where you have gotten the name Nightstar from, collided but our leader's name is Shadowstar XD I think I have a minute to reply now, but no promises if I'll get it up just yet but I will try.) (Oh lardy. I'm sorry. I've been busy and my brain must have somehow gone from Shadow to "hur dur dark thing nighttime".)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 20, 2018 17:57:55 GMT -5
(haha no worries, I understand!!! just wanted to make sure you knew!)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 21, 2018 8:57:00 GMT -5
(no problem lyca!)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 22, 2018 14:21:40 GMT -5
(happy thanksgiving to those who celebrate it!)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 22, 2018 17:34:19 GMT -5
(Bump?)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 22, 2018 19:16:20 GMT -5
(added!)
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Nov 22, 2018 19:30:33 GMT -5
Thistlepaw ~ Camp ~ With (Character) {Tag}
It could be a vicious thing, memory. Sometimes it was a quiet whisper, reminding her of bright smiles and a deep, warm laugh that had made her light up with joy and pride. These days though, it was mostly screaming. Screaming through her dreams of her fear. Her failure. Flashes of bright red fur and brighter blood on snow. Flashes of searing pain that made her gasp for air in the middle of the night, heaving for any chance to breathe once more as large paws pinned her to the ground, squeezing the breath from her lungs and digging deep into her skin. Stoneclaw's cries haunted her, ringing in her ears day and night, screaming at her to run. And that was what haunted her the most. Stoneclaw's death wasn't her fault. She knew this even in the darkest of her nightmares. What tore her up inside was her own failure to run as fear froze her to the spot. Her failure to fight back as teeth ripped open her side. Her failure to even attempt to pull herself towards her Clan as that mangy fox left her bleeding. Her weakness.
Shaking her head, Thistlepaw, snarled furiously at herself for dwelling on the events once more. She swallowed past the bitter taste of failure that coated her tongue and forced her shaking body to relax, smoothing out the fur that had begun to stand straight as she spiralled deeper into the events of just a moon ago. Breathing deeply, she finished sorting the herbs that she knew into the cubby-holes in the Den's walls that held them and decided to get out of the place for a while. Themostly-healed wounds on her side pulled less at the healthy skin around them these days, but it was enough to make her wince at the uncomfortable feeling as she padded out of her shared den and towards the fresh-kill pile. Ignoring those around her, but wanted to be in the company of her clanmates, the small she-cat snatched a rabbit from the pile and settled down to eat. It was far too big for her to eat it all, but she'd leave half of it for another or share it with the next cat who came along.
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Post by collided on Nov 23, 2018 14:23:56 GMT -5
Rainsplash - Camp - Nettlebite, 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ, OPENRainsplash couldn’t help her whiskers from twitching, Nettlebite’s personality infectious. Normally a growl would alarm the she-cat, but she knew his was just in jest. Even as he pulled a thistle from behind her ear, the thick-furred she-cat’s pelt didn’t even warm. Despite not being long-furred, her fur was so dense sometimes she still missed things--hence her always seeking out sharing tongues with some cat. “Oh, you think so?” she meowed. “I don’t know, with all your fur--we may have to count up how many items to see who loses.” Rainsplash settled down beside her clanmate and began helping him groom out the wet snow from his heavy coat. In between grooming spots, she managed to ask a question, “How’s your mate doing by the way? She’s getting close to kitting, isn’t she?” After a few more licks, she added, “I can’t wait to have a few more cut little furballs running around camp. I’m so happy for you two, StarClan has blessed you.” Hawkfeather - Camp - Thistlepaw Lycaonia, Shadowstar (ID), Halfface (ID), OPEN Realizing Shadowstar was too deep in her thoughts to focus on him, Hawkfeather turned tail to give their leader some space. In the meantime, he saw Thistlepaw and realized he had an opportunity. He padded over to the small, scruffy apprentice as she tore into a rabbit, seeming to take out some sort of anger on it. Under the smell of herbs, she smelled like fear. He wouldn’t point this out, but he knew the feeling. Even now he had horrible dreams about when Halfface first came to camp, truly looking like half her face was gone and a horrible wailing sound as his sister realized her kits were truly gone. He still felt guilty over it and his sister now kept to herself so much, trying to outdo any medicine cat before her. He still wasn’t pleased with her renaming, but he knew his sister had wanted it. A new beginning. “Hello, Thistlepaw,” he meowed quietly, trying not to spook the younger cat. “Mind if I take the rest of that to Lightweave?” He paused. “I was also wondering how you’re getting on with Halfface. I bet my sister can be a tough mentor. I’m sure you’re doing great, of course.” He glanced at her wounds, wondering if they still hurt. Acornpaw - Camp - OPEN, Dawnthief (ID)As Acornpaw woke up, the chatter of clan waking him, he was almost instantly alert and full of so much energy his paws just about itched. He glanced around camp from the view of the apprentice den, noting Shadowstar, Thistlepaw, and a few warriors milling about. He missed Thistlepaw in the apprentice den, because now it was only Glacierpaw and him. Glacierpaw was fun enough, but he wasn’t a pretty she-cat. Of course, Acornpaw thought most she-cats were pretty at his current age. And now, if luck would have it, there’d more apprentices, Glacierpaw’s little siblings, but way before he was a proven enough warrior to mentor them. Which was no good, because he wanted to be like his mentor Dawnthief. Everyone loved Dawnthief. As is, since Acornpaw didn’t see his mentor yet, he decided to start on his duties so he wouldn’t get in trouble. As he stretched and groomed himself for the day, he considered what to do. First and foremost, he’d go to Lightweave and ask if she needed anything, if only to show up Glacierpaw for once. Then maybe the medicine cat den, maybe Halfface would need help fluffing the nests made for patients. Who knows? Maybe he’d even get to hear a cool story from one of the senior warriors if he added some moss to their nests too. It was kind of boring, not like hunting or fighting, but it made his clanmmates happy so that was enough. The young tomcat licked down a tuft of chest fur and then hopped down from the apprentice den, heading over to the nursery. He poked his head in and spotted Lightweave possibly still asleep. Hmmm. He probably shouldn’t wake the queen. That wouldn’t be so nice. So he circled back towards Hawkfeather and Thistlepaw, stopping by the fresh-kill pile. “Hey, Thistlepaw!” he meowed happily, tail up and waving in excitement. “How are you? Do Halfface and you need any help today? I could take her some prey.”
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Nov 23, 2018 15:27:11 GMT -5
(Hey everyone! My characters are almost done, I just haven’t had the chance to complete some of them. I was oven permission to respond before they’re all done though so I’ll try to get something written up tonight! By the way! My character Juniperleaf is open for any kind of relations! Being a parent, sibling, or mate, so if anyone wants just lemme know c: )
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Post by collided on Nov 23, 2018 15:38:33 GMT -5
(Hey everyone! My characters are almost done, I just haven’t had the chance to complete some of them. I was oven permission to respond before they’re all done though so I’ll try to get something written up tonight! By the way! My character Juniperleaf is open for any kind of relations! Being a parent, sibling, or mate, so if anyone wants just lemme know c: ) (Howdy, Cactus. It's all good. Hmmm. How old is Juniperleaf and what color is she? Two of my characters have siblings, but Rainsplash is a younger warrior so she could have a still living senior warrior parent. Acornpaw is an apprentice, but he's a cream tabby, so his mom would need to be tortie/calico or ginger (cream/red/cameo).)
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Nov 23, 2018 15:40:04 GMT -5
(She’s fairly young, but not too young as it would be weird if she didn’t have a mate. And if she were to be a mother, it would just mean she had the kit early into her warrior moons c: There’s a picture of her linked with my joining forms on the first page!)
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Post by collided on Nov 23, 2018 16:03:29 GMT -5
(Omg she looks so much like Acornpaw! If you'd like, she could be his mother. Let me get his reference image. He's the one on the left in the header, the cream tabby. sassykoonz.com/maine-coon-kittens-for-sale/ Also Rainsplash and Hawkfeather are up for any kind of family or relations besides siblings too. I doubt Rainsplash would work well with Dawnthief (lol poor Rainsplash) but even if you want your charries to be close friends or something, let me know. Precipiceclan is meant to be pretty close knit.)
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Nov 23, 2018 18:44:08 GMT -5
(Oh my gosh he does! <3 That’s awesome, of course she can be the mom! Do we wanna say that the father died? Or just broke up a mateship with her and it’s left vague for the moment who it was?)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 23, 2018 19:23:46 GMT -5
(Good evening! sorry have been mega busy recently but shall respond soon!)
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Nov 24, 2018 11:14:57 GMT -5
Thistlepaw ~ Camp ~ With Hawkfeather and Acornpaw {collided }
Thistlepaw's heart rate began to slow. She could feel her body beginning to relax as she ate, the taste of the rabbit reminding her of the first solid meal her father brought her as a kit. The quiet voice of Hawkfeather made her pause, lifting her head and licking the blood from her muzzle. "Good morning, Hawkfeather," She returned quietly, not looking the large tom in the eye. Part of her wanted to snarl at the friendly cat to leave her alone and retreat to her den, but she wanted company as well. She looked back down at the rabbit. She had already eaten through almost half of it, more than she usually would eat and in a shorter amount of time. "Yeah, Lightweave can have the rest," Thistlepaw agreed, backing away a touch so Hawkfeather could grab the rabbit. A flash of pain made her grimace as she sat back down, but she ignored it, used to the sensation by now.
"And Halfface is fine," She continued glancing up at the Tom, "We get along well enough. She's harsh, but I don't mind that so much." The small she-cat shrugged, tail flicking nervously and an embarrassed heat rising to her cheeks as she glanced around the Camp. She was never any good at talking to others and it usually showed. She was almost grateful for Acornpaw's interruption. "Hey, Acornpaw" She returned perking up a little. She missed her fellow Apprentices something fierce now that she stayed in the Medicine Cat Den with Halfface. She really looked up to her mentor, but she sort of missed playing and wrestling with the others. 'Not that I'd be able to at the moment,' She thought sadly.
Shaking her head of the depressing thoughts, Thistlepaw dredged up a small smile for the friendly tom. "I'm fine, thank you," She replied, thinking over his questions, "I'm not sure what Halfface and I are doing today. We'll probably check on Lightweave at some point, but I don't know if she has anything else planned."
Iceheart ~ Camp ~ With Greysmoke {🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ }
The hawk was beautiful. Glossy brown feathers shone in the sun as it tore into the large rabbit it stood upon, blood staining it's sharp, curved beak. Something made it's head shoot up from it's meal to suspiciously survey the snow around it. Nothing moved and there was nothing but white. Relaxing, it lowered it's head to eat once more. Seconds later, a large shape detached itself from the snow and slammed into the bird. Lightning fast, a pair of jaws fastening themselves around it's neck and dispatched the bird quickly. The bird went limp and Iceheart raised her head with her prize firmly held between her teeth. Huffing out an annoyed breath, Iceheart glanced at the area surrounding her. She was farther from Camp than she usually hunted and sighed as she began the journey back. It took her a while to return, but eventually she was padding through the tunnels and into PrecipiceClan's Camp. The scent of her clanmates sent a wave of comfort over Iceheart as she dragged the her prey over to the fresh-kill pile. The thing was only slightly smaller than she was and it filled her with pride to see it lying with the rest. Job done, she rifled through the pile of prey to find a smaller meal, settling on a plump squirrel to tide her over for a while. Iceheart took the meal over to the side of Camp, settling down near Greysmoke. She glanced at the tom for a moment, but soon turned her attention to her meal. "Morning," She grunted, tearing into the squirrel with a single-minded ferocity that came from hunger. She'd have to find her Apprentice when done and perhaps sign them both up for one of the morning patrols.
Needlestrike ~ Camp ~ With (Character) {Tag}
Needlestrike stretched in his sleep, rolling over in the soft nest that he had claimed as his own the dayhe moved to the Warrior's Den. He had remade his nest himself in the same way and in the same place ever since. No Apprentice touched it unless they wanted scolded and a nip to the ear. Needlestrike had always been a cat of habit, preferring to do things a certain way when possible. The large tom sighed, hovering somewhere between sleeping and awake, his dreams filled with calm shadows and warm fur brushing against his.
Eventually Needlestrike reluctantly opened his eyes. They drifted to the hole in the roof of camp, easily seen from his nesting place on the edge of the raised ledge that made up part of the Warrior's Den. The light filtering through made it clear to the yellow-eyed Warrior that he had slept longer than he meant to. Huffing in barely-meant agitation, he levered himself out of his nest and leapt easily to the Camp's main floor. Settling there, Needlestrike began grooming himself, trying to get his fur in some kind of order before he had to carry out his duties.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 24, 2018 12:35:33 GMT -5
(good evening! replying promptly)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 24, 2018 14:04:00 GMT -5
Greysmoke - - - PrecipiceClan Camp, Iceheart, collided . His new companion, who seemed to have some sort of death wish on her shoulders, caused the warrior to lift his head and cast his gaze across the snowy grey warrior with a bored expression etching into his expression. Ears twitching, a ruder part of him contemplated lifting himself to his paws and moving away from the newcomer, but partly because he couldn't be bothered and partly because even he wasn't that antisocial. Can a tom not enjoy just one moment of peace. Moments alone felt like they were becomming more and more of a rarity, whilst most might assume by now he had grown used to it given that he lived in a clan the size of PrecipiceClan. He doubted he ever would get used to being surrounded by so many cats. The tom's nature was an isolated one, and he was happy that way. His sigh was a poorly stifled one but fortunately the sound was mostly stolen by the bitter winds that battered at camp. Thus, whilst begrudgingly the tom straightened himself into a sitting position and turned to face the frost coated warrior. His ears twitching as she looked over the warrior, as though trying to sense whether or not she was wanting something of the dark furred warrior. But he could sense no prior intentions behind the conversation, so the warrior relaxed somewhat. Whilst by no means could he have been described as at ease, Greysmoke looked significantly less as though he was contemplating ripping Iceheart's throat out. "Good morning," was his less than enthusiastic reply, but he maintained a neutral tone in spite of the less than friendly feelings now burning through his veins. He was grateful when for a moment it appeared as though her intention was only to eat, and not StarClan forbid engage in any form of true conversation with the thick furred tom. "How are you on this chilly day?" He questioned whilst giving off the distinct impression he couldn't have cared less.
Nettlebite - - - PrecipiceClan Camp, Rainsplash, Lycaonia . Stretching out in the soft snow underfoot, it wasn't as slick as it normally would be given the recent snowfall and the fact that most weren't yet out of their dens to tread it down. As a result it didn't provide an especially comfortable place to sit given the firmness of its nature, but the tom didn't seem to mind too much. His thick coat providing a degree of cushioning against the hard ground underfoot, he kneaded his paws into the snow until he had created a small hill in an attempt to rid his bones of the ache brought on by cold weather and not too much night sleep. Purring in gratitude and amusement at the she cat's attention as well as her comment. "I'm sure the snow would have displaced the moss, there is logic behind my madness," he said with a twitch of his whiskers. "You, however, have appropriated the appearance of a goat kid dragged backwards through a thicket." He added, remaining statue-esque as she worked. The tom stayed still for a moment as she worked. Knowing her work would be made more arduous if he attempted to return the favour whilst she groomed the back of his muscled neck. Hence only when she had moved to a seperate part of his massive frame, did Nettlebite begin his own, careful work. His eyes narrowed with concentration as he made his careful way through her thick fur. At the mention of his mate and the prospect of his offspring, the tom instinctively twitched his brown dappled ears back in the direction of the nursery. Catching no sound of movement from within the den, he returned his attention to his companion. "As far as I can tell," he replied with a chuckle. "Sleeping in her den, though I can hardly blame her for it." He meowed with an affectionate tone to his voice. "I imagine growing little warriors is quite the task." It took a moron to miss the adoration the tom held for the blind queen he called his own, His dreams of recent had been filled with the image of tiny Lightweave's, excitement and anticipation burned through his system. They would come at an inoppurtune time, facing their first moons of life as leafbare breached the horizon. But he would do everything in his power to protect his little family, regardless of the cost. "Yes, any day now," he agreed as though dark and worrisome thoughts had never breached his mind. "I've warned the clan to stay as far away from camp as possible for a few moons, if they're anything like their mother we will likely have quite the task on our paws." His purr ricocheted through his chest as he continued to work on her fur. Pausing only to speak.
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