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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 27, 2018 11:19:05 GMT -5
(Sorry guys I'm getting on with replying now, I spent the day working and then with friends so forgive me for that!)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 27, 2018 11:52:23 GMT -5
Snow littered head lifting at the sound of approaching pawsteps, the young leader turned her head to watch Vixenbrook as the similarly aged warrior made her way over. Dipping her head in greeting, she returned the words in kind, drawing her thick tail around her paws as she shifted from one side to the other. Leaving the snow around her disturbed, but it seemed to blend into her fur to the point where an onlooker might not have noticed she was even standing there. "Good morning," her words were neutral as they usually were. Emotions were not something quickly spotted nor often seen on the slender leader, so this was something most of her clan regarded as the norm. "How are you today?" She questioned. Whilst her tone again maintained its normal calm, her gaze alight with its usual glimmer of confidence but otherwise the snow furred shecat was largely unmoving. Admittedly, everything wasn't entirely at ease for the beautiful leader. She had found herself afflicted with an illness she couldn't put a paw on, it wasn't a familiar one and had been causing her discomfort for a day or so now. She had told herself it was little more than a stomach bug brought on from the stress of an oncoming leafbare, and likely a stale piece of fresh kill. But days had passed now, and she was growing to doubt her self diagnosis more and more. She was no medicine cat, but she knew something wasn't entirely right. And soon she felt she'd have to face the music and request help from Halfface. It isn't possible to catch greencough already, is it? The truth was she didn't know, and as much as she hated appearing weak before her clanmates, she'd rather not drop dead and lose a life in front of them either. But not wasn't the time for that, she had a clanmate to speak to. And from experience her warriors didn't come to her with the sole intention of asking her how she was doing. More often than not they had a prior motive in mind, and Shadowstar was curious as to what her new companion's might have been. "How can I help you today?" She asked with a tilt to her head.
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Nov 27, 2018 13:40:38 GMT -5
Iceheart ~ Camp ~ With Greysmoke {🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ }
Iceheart hummed in thought, going over Greysmoke's proposal in her mind. She was rather surprised at the invitation to hunt with him, but perhaps he was quite like her at the moment - Very bored, vaguely seeking some form of company and itching to get out and about. "Perhaps it shall," She stated blandly, tail twitching ever so slightly as came to a decision, "Especially since Dawnthief seems to enjoy the sound of his own voice when someone does not do as he wishes. Still." Getting up, the she-cat stretched herself out, feeling well-won muscles rippling under her fur as her claws unsheathed and scratched the floor of the cave.
Her tail lazily swung as her eyes caught the dark pelt of the cat they had been speaking of. Bright Amber narrowed to slits as she thought. She respected Dawnthief well enough, though she didn't spend much time with the Deputy. She turned away with a grunt. "I have Glacierpaw to train as well," She grumbled, wondering where her wayward Apprentice had gotten to, "He doesn't seem to be up yet though." Iceheart liked the young tom we enough, was even fond of him every now and then, but she wasn't used to having to schedule her day around him yet. "I was planning to take him hunting with me. If you don't mind him joining us, I'd be happy to hunt with you," She knew there were some cats who didn't like the Apprentices trailing after them, but she wasn't sure of Greysmoke's opinion, "I completely understand if not though."
Thistlepaw ~ Camp ~ With Acornpaw {collided}
Thistlepaw nodded a farewell as Hawkfeather left them to answer Dawnthief's call, guiltily relieved to be out from under the eye of the older tom. She knew Hawkfeather was kind, but the older, bigger cats still made her nervous. She felt like a failure compared to them and it gnawed at her stomach, tangled and heaving with anxiety at their imaginary judgement. 'Acornpaw on the other paw,' She thought, mildly amused at her fellow Apprentice. "I'm getting better," The young she-cat asserted, voice still quiet but with a little more strength in it now that she had relaxed, "And it's been... fun learning from Halfface."
Thistlepaw was in quite a bit of awe at her scarred mentor. So badly hurt but still determined to help her Clan. The older she-cat may have been incredibly strict, but it suited Thistlepaw. She was so frustrated at the pain she was in, the time it was taking to heal and the way her Clanmates looked at her with pity, that Halfface's no-nonsense approach was like a breath of fresh air. It soothed something in the injured she-cat to not be treated like she was somehow lessened or damaged by what had happened to her.
She followed Acornpaw as he carried the rabbit towards the Nursery. "We'll feed Lightweave and I can do a quick check like Halfface showed me," She nodded, comfortable enough with Acornpaw to nudge her uninjured side against him, "Then we can talk a bit. You've been real busy with Dawnthief, so I'm sure we can exchange some tings we've learned." Thistlepaw might now be a Medicine Cat Apprentice, but she still remembered the feeling of scrapping with the others and learning to fight. She had enjoyed herself before the fox had taken her mentor from her and wouldn't mind continuing to learn a couple of things.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 27, 2018 14:51:06 GMT -5
(on with replying!!! sorry I made dinner)
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Post by collided on Nov 27, 2018 14:58:28 GMT -5
Acornpaw - Camp: Nursery - Mentions: Thistlepaw ( Lycaonia ), ID: Lightweave, Nettlebite, SnowfluffyThe cream tabby tom almost hopped across the camp towards the nursery, excited to catch up with his fellow apprentice. He nodded along as she spoke, wishing he wasn’t muted by fur. He made sure he was going slow enough that Thistlepaw could keep up with him and he felt hot under his fur when she rubbed against him as they walked. He still wasn’t sure what to do with that, why she-cats sometimes made him feel like that. But she was his friend, and a medicine cat apprentice, so he couldn’t make it weird. Even if everything felt kind of weird right now, especially since he just couldn’t seem to totally fit into his paws as he kept growing and growing. He had to practice a lot so he wasn’t clumsy; Dawnthief wouldn’t like that at all. As Thistlepaw and he entered the nursery, the ground sloping into the cavern under the wall of camp, he noticed Lightweave had company. The blind white she-cat was surrounded by her sister and her mate, all three talking to each other. Luckily he noticed no fresh-kill, so his task wasn’t wasted. He padded over and placed the half of a rabbit down and puffed out his chest, standing tall. “Hi, everyone,” he meowed happily. “I have some prey, if you’re hungry, Lightweave. I figured you were, since you’re eating for more than just you.” He remembered Hawkfeather suggesting it but he had wanted to go help anyway, so he figured he could go without mentioning the elder tom. He did, however, notice something that made him overall happy. Thistlepaw might have her scars and be a bit slower now, but Half-face was much worse scarred and she did fine for herself. Lightweave was even blind, but he knew she could even hunt which was amazing. It was so lucky their clan, living by the Warrior Code, protected everyone of their kin and kith. He couldn’t imagine it otherwise. It was so nice to help too, especially when cats said thank you. He glanced over at Thistlepaw, curious to see too what she would do to check on Lightweave. She was totally right. They could learn so much from each other. He could teach her how to do more fighting and hunting, even with her bad side, and she could teach him how to help cats if she or Half-face wasn’t around and it was an emergency. He was sure their mentors wouldn’t mind at all. “Thistlepaw was also going to come check on you, Lightweave,” he added, even though he was sure the queen could smell the younger she-cat. “If it’s okay, I could stay and watch? I might be a dad someday so it’s good, learning.” He shuffled his paws, a bit awkward, but brushed his tail against Thistlepaw’s good side.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 27, 2018 16:05:36 GMT -5
Greysmoke - - - PrecipiceClan Camp, Iceheart, Lycaonia . A small part of the tom was sparked with what could almost very nearly be called amusement when he heard the disdain in the tone of his companion, as slight as it might have been. She's gutsier than she appears, he noted to himself though didn't allow it to flicker into his gaze. He had become accustomed to; for the most part, being the only tom in the clan who wasn't a fan of authority especially. But the warrior remained silent, a very small part. But he nodded along to what Iceheart was saying, his dark gaze watching her with an eerie calm. "Sounds good to me, might as well try to do something reasonably useful," he explained casting a gaze back to the deputy before immediately snatching it away for fear of being caught. Returning his attention back to where his companion was settled, contemplating his next words with a degree of caution. But not one which was held with too much concern. "Whilst our beloved Dawnthief appears to be preoccupied with gossip." The latter comment was more to himself, it was audible but directed at nobody in particular for now. Grimacing to himself on the news that they were to bring an apprentice with them, though understanding it was a necessary prerequisite to clan life and warriorhood, especially; should the ambition ever strike him, becoming a deputy. However, Greysmoke who for the most part lacked such ambition, had never been an especially large fan of anyone younger than him. Great, just as I was beginning to look forward to going out. He exhaled softly but didn't make any sign of dissenting to the decision. "That would be fine with me, everyone needs to be trained at some point." He explained with a twitch of his smokey grey ears.
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Post by collided on Nov 27, 2018 16:34:09 GMT -5
(Hi, 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ . How are you doing? I was wondering if you had any ideas to further the plot too... I have Rainsplash open now, for instance. I could also create more characters, like basic StarClan or Dark Forest ancestors, or just make NPCs for anyone to use.)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 27, 2018 16:36:47 GMT -5
You know me too well, me and 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ are currently brewing a little something up which is, in short, going to be many brands of awesome. I will explain at some point tonight likely, but get excited.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 27, 2018 17:02:15 GMT -5
Additions to the Plotline. Precursor; please correct me 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ if I miss something out. Minor p.s.a; we will be needing a mate for Shadowstar and a mate for Dawnthief for this to proceed.
As you are most likely aware, [if not, dudes check out the front page where've ya been] the plotline for this thread is effectively the take over on the part of the dark forest. Shadowstar is pregnant, and when its revealed due to the fact leader's being pregnant is like a medicine cat having a mate or kits here [Shadow's mate is unknown to the clan] so effectively some stuff is about to go down. The initial idea was that Dawnthief takes over the clan before Shadowstar gives birth, intending to imprison her as an example, exiling all of those with any remaining loyalty to their leader and kill some of them, and raise the kits to be true 'warriors' of PrecipiceClan, until he learns of the prophecy where they are chased from the clan; narrowly avoiding death. But believed dead due to the state of the outside world. Perhaps saved by the father, who has been carving out a life in a local town, waiting for the chance to take back his clan, this tom has never met his kits. [Cos come one guys, that's going to be heartbreaking and I am going to absolutely love it.] Which has been cool, but given to my enjoyment of adding AS MUCH DRAMA as is humanly possible, me and 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ have been brewing something up, to add an extra dynamic. Said dynamic you ask? Anti-Prophecy kits. Dawnthief's mate [as aforementioned not currently existing] is currently pregnant [further along than Shadow is the current intention] and are born on the brink of Shadow's imprisonment. They are raised thinking of her as lesser, and very much believe that their father is a fine cat and the best thing that happened to their clan [mostly because of stories and fear amidst their clanmates.] But when the prophecy comes out regarding the Eagle, the Hare, the Ram and the Wolf, there are hints that Dawn's own bloodline could be what is his death. Dawn's reaction? He exiles his own kits too [who at this point are nearing apprenticeship, with Shadow's a moon and a half or so behind.] These kits too being named for the constellations [in terms of powers, not actual names] those being the Rat, [claimed by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ] the Tiger, [claimed by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ] the Swan and the Dog. who are exiled into the unknown, and as they grow into warriors [potential time skip] they convince the local town cats to come help, along with the exiles of the clan. All the while further darkness mentioned in the front page taking its grip closer and closer to the mountain.
The Wolf: Strength. The Hare: Speed. The Ram: Stamina. The Eagle: Defence. [predictive ability like sort of a birds eye view type idea.]
The Rat: Sneak. [Light on his paws, blends into the shadows etc.] The Tiger: Strategist. [Great at adapting and learning battle moves.] The Swan: Healer. [In built knowledge of basic herbs in short.] The Dog: Sense of smell.
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Post by collided on Nov 27, 2018 18:00:54 GMT -5
(Oooooh, yessss I love this so much. -flails- Since we need more cats to fill out this for the plot to work, do you have any requests on who I should play besides The Wolf kit? Since I'm pretty active, I could take on Shadowstar's secret mate, Dawnthief's open mate (can deputies have mates, I guess?), and/or one of Dawnthief/mate's kits.
Is the no-mate rule gender-oriented, with cats who are fertile and have wombs (capable of pregnancy and kits) not allowed due to them being unable to handle their duties, whereas infertile or only have siring ability are allowed to stay as leader?)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 27, 2018 18:03:24 GMT -5
The intention was for the rule to be that males are fine to have kite as they aren’t the ones who need to spend time caring for them for moons on end but she cats aren’t, same for medicine cats.
And you’d be welcome to anything colli!
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Post by collided on Nov 27, 2018 18:48:38 GMT -5
(Thanks. Also sorry for the delays. Honestly I'm still exhausted from all the big family holiday festivities. Most people wouldn't be, but if I was a cat, I'd be a medicine cat heh. Disability might make me tired from doing average people things, but I have a lot of native plants memorized and I can tend to them. I actually can help the local wildlife refuge because of that, so that's cool.
Hmm. Speaking of, I might do well as Swan kit, unless someone else wants that one in particular. Dog would also be cool--my icon are bear dogs. I would be fine with only having Wolf in one litter, if you'd prefer only one player per special kits.
Otherwise I'll start making up a character sheet for Shadowstar's sneaky tom of a mate, because I can't imagine playing a queen fawning over Dawnthief. XD I hope she's a co-conspirator otherwise ouch.)
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Post by collided on Nov 27, 2018 19:28:53 GMT -5
(Let me know if he works for you. If not, I can make alterations.) { Falconeye } Falconeye is built like most cats of his clan, big and muscular as a general rule. Despite this, he is smaller and leaner than some of the tomcats of the clan, more suited to agility than brute strength. He has the thick fur of his clan, but his leans towards semi-longhaired. He has a mane-like, silken ruff around his neck and his legs and tail having extra almost feathered fur. His pelt is gray spotted tabby on his topline with small dots of color throughout his mostly white underline. He has spots of white under both of his copper eyes. His fur coloration gave his parents the idea to give him the prefix of Falcon. Not long after, Hawk-kit was born and his mother joked the other queen copied her. Since then, the two have a friendly rivalry. Nowadays he no longer has the clean slate of a kit, but rather a pelt riddled with scarring, most of it small and hidden under his longer fur. He does have one obvious scar, a bite mark under his right eye from a fox--as apprentices, he helped protect Shadowstar from said creature. Falconeye has made his name as a reliable warrior. He is particularly good at taking down birds of prey like the one he was named after. He’ll leave out scraps of prey for them and then wait, still as a stone, until some scavenger tries to take it. Besides his patience and planning abilities, ones that let him make use of whatever he finds on the mountain side, he is also adept at climbing. On the other paw, he isn’t the best swimmer and while he has great vision, his sense of smell is somewhat stunted. He also doesn’t react well when he isn’t given time to plan. He craves routine and well-laid plans, but isn’t a fan of surprises. He enjoys his placement in the clan as a senior warrior, easily taking orders from Shadowstar, who he grew up with. He’s less fond of taking orders from Dawnthief, but he tries to get along with every cat in the clan if he can. Despite the fact he comes across as somewhat strict in wanting order, the tomcat isn’t a stickler for the rules by nature, looking for loopholes and bending what he can. He also figures that if StarClan has a problem with it, they might consider they aren’t the ones living in the moment anymore. Rules made by long dead cats might not always work in the today, he figures. He isn’t exactly open about this however, usually keeping his opinions to himself. He’s good at keeping things to himself, having a trove of other clanmates’ secrets stored away. Instead he just focuses on keeping his clan alive, his loyalty more to his loved ones than any code or ancestor. { collided } Warrior (Senior) Open for him to be related to other cats, including elders (otherwise his parents will be StarClan NPCs). He’s a friendly tom and tries to keep up positive relations with the other cats of the clan, but generally sticks to his fellow older warriors when he wants to chat. Open to cats being his former apprentice(s) too. Most important note is that he is meant to be Shadowstar’s secret mate.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 28, 2018 2:39:42 GMT -5
(sorry about the poof; I went to bed! I prefer people only have one of the kits for now; but if necessary I am happy to open that up to more in case the spaces don't get filled. It just might make it a little difficult to roleplay eight kits with only four roleplayers XD)
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Nov 28, 2018 11:02:18 GMT -5
{ Proudfalcon }
Handsome and confident, it suits his name of Proud. He is a large tom with thick, shaggy looking fur. His fur is dark brown with tabby markings. He has white paw-tips and the fur along the back of his hind legs is a lighter brown. Proudfalcon has sharp fiery-amber eyes. Some cats say that his gaze has the ability to pierce your soul and can see right through you. He is a strong and stable tom. He seems sturdy like a tree with his broad shoulders and thick fur. He has a muscular form with strong legs. He excels at climbing and has a long stride. Proudfalcon is an intimidating tom with his bulk and presence. He is well aware of it. He might use this to his advantage to get what he whats or to ensure that his point gets across clearly. Although at the same time, he might not. He is indifferent to his clanmates. He doesn't hate them nor does he love them. Proudfalcon can be cruel at times and has a biting tongue especially when he is angered. He doesn't like disobedience and expects perfection and respect from his inferiors. Proudfalcon is not unapproachable. He has his moments where he can be attentive and civil. He does enjoy the company of a few select clanmates. He is fiercely loyal and overprotective of his close friends. He willing to do anything for them. Proudfalcon is determined and focused. He likes to set goals and complete them efficiently and without failure. This something that leads him to that he despises his clanmates for since they have the tenacity to fail his expectations. He dislikes stupidity with a passion. When he was a kit and apprentice, his mother would tell him that he needed to make friends so wouldn't lonely. He would brush her advice aside with a swift glare and low growl. Proudfalcon didn't like to talk much back when he was younger. It was something he was teased for and he is still bitter about it. He developed into a charming speaker to spite his kit-hood bullies.
{ @ blazeheart } Warrior He can be anyone's brother ;; bisexual
Light Ally. It would be interesting if it was assumed that he was a dark ally. He has the grumpy nature and maybe he can be close friends with some dark allies?
{ Littledove } This she-cat may look like a deity from the skies, with her pure white fur and willowy figure. Looks can be deceiving with this young female. She is quite rambunctious and most never sees it coming when they judge her by appearances. Littledove has ivory white fur with no impairments from other colors, she is pure white. Her fur is thick and soft to the touch, almost like a domesticated rabbit. She has slender, willowy figure with long legs. She has rounded shoulders that give her that softer appearance and she is graceful on her paws. Her soft physique hides strong and nimble muscles under her snowy coat. She has round gray eyes, typically look like a light blue. Her eyes look like a different color depending on how the light hits them. She has few small nicks in her ears where she has gotten from her adventures. If you do not know Littledove well enough, you would think that she is a well-mannered and sophisticated feline. Littledove enjoys allowing cats to assume that she is nothing but that. She likes to keep a positive public appearance and it brings her enjoyment to be underestimated. After you break past Littledove's public image, you will see that she is a wild card. This she-cat lives for the wild side of life. She wants adventures and dangers, not some boring life where she can't reach her full potential. She enjoys having fun like climbing the highest tree she can find or scaling up a mountain cliff to get a beautiful view of their territory. She is a frequent visitor of the medicine cat den with cuts or torn claw or a tear in her ear. Littledove is a charismatic feline and can be persuasive. She knows she is beautiful and is confident in that fact. She knows she can get things done with a swish of her tail and a sweet voice. She has become haughty as she has gotten older and matured. Littledove is compassionate even for her faults, she loves her clan and only wants the best for them. She is willing to do anything for them even reason. Littledove has high standards for her crushes and her mate. She is beautiful, therefore, they need to equally as attractive and they need to be smart. She doesn't want to raise a family with a mouse brain. She wants the best, it's something that has swirled in her mind since she was an apprentice observing the mated couples in camp. If she is going to be mates with someone, they have to be the best so that their kits would be perfect and revered by the clan. Most importantly, Littledove would want someone to match her. She wants someone who is brave and understanding of who she is. She is not some dainty she-cat. She is a warrior, one of the fiercest cats in the world. { @ blazeheart } Warrior Shadowstar is her sister. Anything Else, i.e. role, requests, questions etc.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 28, 2018 18:17:36 GMT -5
(all added blaze!)
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Post by collided on Nov 28, 2018 18:47:42 GMT -5
(Welcome to the clan, Blaze ♡! )
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 28, 2018 18:50:36 GMT -5
(good evening colli!)[/sub
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Nov 28, 2018 18:57:13 GMT -5
[ Thanks Ro! And thank you c:
I will be right back. I need to shelve some books. ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 28, 2018 18:58:52 GMT -5
(no worries!)
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Nov 28, 2018 21:35:38 GMT -5
[ Hey. Sorry, I disappeared. I am having to deal with some issues from college right now ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 28, 2018 21:36:37 GMT -5
(oh no! hope everything is ok blaze! take your time if you need it; I'll be here!)
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Post by collided on Nov 29, 2018 4:13:45 GMT -5
Falconeye - Camp - Mentions: OPEN, Shadowstar (ID), Vixenbrook (ID), Dawnthief (ID), Half-face (ID)
Falconeye had awoken before dawn had even broke, a strange nightmare pulling him out of his sleep and feeling restless the spotted tabby tom had been unable to bed back down. So he’d snuck out, quiet as a mouse, to go on an early morning hunt. It probably wasn’t the best idea, as he’d also been on the dusk patrol the day before, but his paws had just itched in needing something to do. In the least, he did come back from his hunt bearing prey--a young owl that had gone after a nocturnal rodent in Pine Cove. Now his back was covered in bits of snow and his waiting on the owl had left him somewhat chilled, but it was worth it, even if he’d be picking pine needles out of his fluffy pelt for awhile.
He padded into camp, keeping a good pace to warm his cold paws, and placed his catch on the fresh-kill pile. Afterward he surveyed the camp with his keen gaze. He spotted Shadowstar first, specifically looking fo the she-cat. His face betrayed nothing, but he felt a deep fondness in his heart. They had been friends for so long, maybe even since their days in the nursery. Within recent times that had morphed into something more, but nothing he could speak of or admit to. So his sight went from Shadowstar’s white form to the muddled colors of Vixenbrook, one of his fellow warriors. She seemed to be seeking counsel from the leader, whereas he spotted the second lower in rank--Dawnthief--talking to his old friend Hawkfeather. The tom didn’t bother to hide the slightly sour expression as he looked at the deputy. It wasn’t exactly like Falconeye had wanted to be deputy instead, but something about the other tomcat had always rankled his pelt.
As is, as the cold began to wear off and with the taste of owl still in his maw, his hunger reignited with a sharp force. Considering he’d just brought back a bird big enough to feed two cats, he felt it was likely acceptable to pick a smaller item off the fresh-kill pile. He found a decently plump mouse and glanced around camp. He assumed Dawnthief was picking a dawn patrol and would likely pick hunters soon, but it was likely he’d be let off considering he had been on the dusk patrol and had just returned from hunting. Sadly he didn’t have an apprentice to help him stay busy, but with Lightweave going to have kits any time now, he might have that to look forward to--but in six moons time. In the meantime, he glanced around for cats he knew better. He saw the younger she-cat Rainsplash, just enjoying a bit of a rest with a well-groomed coat. Greysmoke and Iceheart seemed to be having a bit of a stunted conversation, and he knew better than to interrupt them talking the rare times it happened.
He stepped sideways, trying to see if any other cats were about, and let out a small hiss. He looked down and noticed he’d torn a claw, it bleeding a bit now that warm blood was back in his extremities. He huffed and took his mouse towards the medicine cat den, laying down nearby to start eating. He’d get Half-face’s attention after he ate, but in the meantime, maybe some cat would like to eat and chat with him.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 29, 2018 4:45:12 GMT -5
( the comment about ice and grey made me laugh aloud XD brilliant! Would you like me to reply or wait for Bʟᴀᴄᴋғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ who hasn’t been on in a fair tine)
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Nov 29, 2018 8:42:48 GMT -5
(( plagυe docтor I have a grey tabby in Needlestrike that could be a sibling to Riversplash, either littermate or older brother. He's also open to roleplay if you want ^^)) Thistlepaw ~ Camp ~ With Acornpaw {collided}, Nettlebite {🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ}, Snowyfluff and Lightweave {𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ}
Thistlepaw carefully made her way down the slope into the Nursery. She was slower than Acornpaw, nervous about hurting herself if she moved too fast. Once on level ground again, she padded over to stand beside Acornpaw, smiling gratefully at the tom. "Good Morning," She meowed quietly, "I hope you don't mind us interrupting." Checking on the pregnant queens was the first thing Halfface had taught her after she could move around and officially became her Apprentice, though she had learned quite a bit while still confined to a nest in the Medicine Den.
She shuffled her paws as she waited for the others to give her consent to checking on Lightweave, not wanting to begin without permission. It wasn't the first time she had checked on Lightweave, not even the first time alone, although Halfface would usually check afterwards as well to ensure that Thistlepaw had given the right recommendations.
Iceheart ~ Camp ~ With Greysmoke {🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ } and Glacierpaw {𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ )
Iceheart smirked wryly at her current companion. "I'll keep him under control," She promised as her eyes scanned the Camp to see if Glacierpaw was up and about yet. She had never really considered that she would have an Apprentice of her own. She got along pretty well with the younger cats and adored kits, wanting her own one day. However she was aware that most of the Clan saw her as more than a bit grumpy, which she acknowledged as fact. Still, she was enjoying passing on her knowledge far more than she thought she would.
"Lazy little thing's probably still sleeping," She huffed, a note of fondness entering her usually neutral voice, "I'll go fetch him and meet you at the entrance." She nodded to Greysmoke and headed around to the Apprentice's Den, skirting the edge of Camp and avoiding Dawnthief's gaze. She passed under the Leader's den and past the entrance to Camp, heading up the small path along the wall and stuck her head into the small moss-lined den. "Gacierpaw!" She called, "Time to get up, we're going hunting!"
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Nov 29, 2018 11:25:47 GMT -5
(I've been invited out and will you all later tonight)
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Post by collided on Nov 30, 2018 16:37:44 GMT -5
( the comment about ice and grey made me laugh aloud XD brilliant! Would you like me to reply or wait for Bʟᴀᴄᴋғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ who hasn’t been on in a fair tine) (Glad to make you laugh. Hopefully we can get our other players online soon now that winter holidays will be starting soon, assuming people won't be super busy. As is, hi, everyone. I'm having a "fox dung" kind of day. Hoping it'll get better after some physical therapy. Hope you all are doing well too.)
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Nov 30, 2018 17:45:28 GMT -5
[ Good evening everyone! c: I will try to have Proudfalcon's starter up soon
and everything is fine, Ro! ^^; It wasn't anything dire. It was just financial issues that I needed to handle that day since I was putting it off for a few days. ]
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