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Post by bunnyprince on Dec 12, 2018 22:57:39 GMT -5
“But what if I wanna stay with you?” The kit whined, though the idea of being part of a big family did please him.
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 12, 2018 22:59:50 GMT -5
"I guess I could try to join with you then." normally she'd say no but this kit was just too sweet.
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Post by bunnyprince on Dec 12, 2018 23:01:19 GMT -5
The kitten purred softly and nuzzled up against her as they waited for a monster to pass them on the thunderpath, waiting for it to be safe before they crossed.
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 12, 2018 23:04:41 GMT -5
She smiled, watching the road. The she-cat debated picking up Ginger by the scruff for a speedier walk across the thunderpath. Gem looks down to him "Do you want me to pick you up so we can get across quickly?"
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Post by bunnyprince on Dec 12, 2018 23:06:34 GMT -5
As another monster zoomed by, the kit nodded quietly. He didn’t want to get stuck on the thunderpath.
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 12, 2018 23:10:13 GMT -5
She nodded, waiting for the monsters to stop on further down the road before she picked the kit up by his scruff and quickly maneuvered her way across and into the next alleyway, setting him down as she scented the air for Junkclcan
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Post by bunnyprince on Dec 12, 2018 23:16:05 GMT -5
The kit watched curiously as Gen did so. He was starting to get nervous. What if they didn’t like him? What if they didn’t like her??
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Post by 👻videocassette👻 on Dec 12, 2018 23:16:49 GMT -5
Goldenstone scented more strange cats on his patrol, and his fur prickled as he stared beyond the fence, his ears perked. Had the word gotten out to all the rogues or something?
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 12, 2018 23:22:28 GMT -5
((its national join junkclan day))
Gem guided Ginger quietly towards the camp, however now shes didn't quite know what to do. She knew she could probably flirt her way in if there were to be a tom but that kind of stuff didn't really work with she-cats.
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Post by 👻videocassette👻 on Dec 12, 2018 23:46:04 GMT -5
Goldenstone stationed himself in one place as the scents grew stronger, his fur fluffing out to make himself bigger. And yet... His eyes widened the moment he saw a she-cat with a kit. His shoulders slumped slightly and his fur slowly started to lay flat.
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 12, 2018 23:54:17 GMT -5
Gem perked up at the tom. The she-cat smiles sweetly at the handsome tom and trots towards him "Hello there, is this perhaps the Junkclan camp?" she questions calmly.
((She hasnt begun to flirt yet but soon))
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Post by 👻videocassette👻 on Dec 13, 2018 0:32:23 GMT -5
Goldenstone's ears flushed pink at the pretty she-cat, but he tried to keep his composure. He cleared his throat, and ended up deepening his voice as he meowed, "It depends on who's asking."
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 13, 2018 0:41:40 GMT -5
"Well, if you must know. My name is Gem." she hums with a small smile "I'm looking to join with Ginger." she nods to the kit. "And if I may ask, what might your name be?"
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Post by devilboyo on Dec 13, 2018 6:50:22 GMT -5
((Sorry for my sudden disappearance last night - I'll try to give a warning next time it might happen Sparkleg picked a non-literal bone with the pile of fresh kill, finding it to be sad looking and perhaps a bit low. He'd lash his tail almost at his perceived disappointment he felt, looking around camp to see if there were any amount of cats missing to indicate some had left to hunt. Realizing he didn't really know if cats were gone or not, he decided to ask around and see if anyone wanted to join him to go hunting for a rat or two. His ears cocked back a bit as he felt rather unsure of finding anyone to go with him since he was a bit of a furball, though he accompanied his somewhat flattened ears with a grouched expression, masking his lack of confidence off as simply being irritated.
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But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.
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Post by dnacat on Dec 13, 2018 14:20:21 GMT -5
Camofur nodded, eager to put her's and Bottleleg's nerves to rest. "Yeah, you're right! Let's go!" She mewed, and she trotted to leave camp. They couldn't be too careful after what happened with Glasseyes... "At least Rosepaw is with Steeleye. It's always safer with someone with you, especially for her." She mewed thoughtfully. ((Ugh time-zones are such a pain in the arse!! I'm in GMT, which is my only excuse as to why I didn't get back to this sooner,,)) ~Bottleleg~
Bottleleg nodded in agreement, feeling slightly relaxed, as she began to pad out of camp as well, "I do feel better knowing that Rosepaw is with someone instead of being by herself, thank StarClan she went with someone," Bottleleg twitched her tail-tip as she thought of the medicine cat apprentice, who always had a weird cloth she had found abandoned by two-legs around her her eyes, "though I'm sure she'd be much faster than Steeleye." She mewed, thinking about how short Steeleye's legs were. She purred slightly, though muffled it. ((and now, some openers)~Heatpaw~Heatpaw swaggered into camp, head high and prey in maw as he made his way towards the fresh-kill pile. He was the pinnacle of confidence and flamboyancy, and though there was nothing attractive about his actual appearance, the confidence that glowed off of his pale-brown fur was just begging for attention. He walked with a slight bounce in his step, a slight shake in his shoulders, and it was clear that this attention his confidence begged for was what he wanted. ~Tallpole~Tallpole sat by himself in the corner of camp, head lowered so as to not attract any unwanted attention. He watched his sister go about her leaderly duties, and for a second felt a split second of envy, but he reminded himself that Metalstar most definitely deserved the position. There were a lot of rogues in the camp now, a lot more fresh blood, that JunkClan did admittedly need. Though there was new litters on the way, not many cats had mates, and he was sure that the litters would stop again for a while after Cherrywhisker's grew up and Bellchime had hers(?).
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 13, 2018 14:29:49 GMT -5
The younger apprentice looked up to see Heatpaw, who seemed to be pretty proud of himself at the moment though she didn't quite know why. "Hey Heatpaw! the she-cat smiled getting up from her spot and making her way over to the tom.
((Hopefully this is okay to reply for Heatpaw!
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But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.
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Post by dnacat on Dec 13, 2018 15:08:55 GMT -5
((It's a good response dude dw!! You didn't say a name, but I assume it's Rubberpaw??))
~Heatpaw~Heatpaw looked up to meet the eyes of Rubberpaw, taking a moment to take in the pretty grey she-cat, and instantly whipped out the charm, putting on his iconic smile that could win over the hearts of even the most grumpy of elders, "Oh, hey, Rubberpaw." He mewed, voice lowering slightly, but not so much so that it was obvious he had lowered it.
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 13, 2018 15:13:12 GMT -5
((Yeah its her! Sorry i meant to say that lol))
Rubberpaw smiled back at the tom. It seemed his smile was contagious. "How are you doin" she asked curoously to the tom, flicking her ears.
((May not repl for a bit ima poof but ill be back!))
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Post by dnacat on Dec 13, 2018 15:27:53 GMT -5
~Heatpaw~
Heatpaw seemed to mimic her actions, flicking his own ear as he answered her questions, "Pretty good, actually, caught a really big mouse," He indicated to the prey that stuck out awkwardly from the pile, large and round. It had probably been living a rather luxurious life, "And now I'm feeling even better, now that you're talking to me." He said rather bluntly, but with just enough tone as well. He smirked slightly after, but quickly morphed it to be a smile.
((sorry if you were hoping that they'd have a genuine conversation. Heatpaw's a bit of a reckless flirt lolol))
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 13, 2018 15:34:36 GMT -5
((Nah hes good. XD. Heatpaw looks up to goldenstone doesnt he? Lol))
Rubberpaw felt her face heat up slightly. "Well I'm not that great." though she was pretty smart. Did toms find that attractive? Surely not. Then again Heatpaw was just a big ol' flirt according to some of the other apprentices.
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But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.
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Post by dnacat on Dec 13, 2018 15:47:21 GMT -5
((Heatpaw has an entire shrine dedicated to his inspiration, Goldestone, and takes mental notes whenever Goldenstone talks to a she-cat))
~Heatpaw~"'I'm not that great,' says the smartest, prettiest she-cat in this clan." Heatpaw purred in return, winking dorkily. He was rather bored honestly, and probably wouldn't purse Rubberpaw, but flirting with her and watching her reactions would be fun. Besides, she was kind of cute. She was tall and had wispy fur that she obviously took care of. And she was admittedly one of the smartest cats in the clan, though Heatpaw, being Heatpaw, still considered himself smarter.
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 13, 2018 16:06:58 GMT -5
((If Heatpaw ever voices he thinks hes smarter she will obliterate him XD))
"I am pretty smart aren't I? she said, her confidence and ego had both been boosted. Wether that was a good or bad thing, inly time could tell. "You are pretty smart too though. Dont discredit yourself." he was smart, just not as smart as her...or even some other cats. Rubberpaw really just felt the need to say something back.
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Post by dnacat on Dec 13, 2018 16:32:43 GMT -5
~Heatpaw~
"Thanks, that means a lot coming from the smartest she-cat I know." Heatpaw continued to coo to the younger apprentice, flicking the tip of his tail under her chin delicately before bringing it back down to rest on the ground. He saw the flash of confidence in her eyes, but decided to continue. Why not let her ego get all flared up? He was doing her a favour, paying her compliments was filling her with self-esteem.
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Post by 👻videocassette👻 on Dec 13, 2018 17:03:48 GMT -5
"Well, if you must know. My name is Gem." she hums with a small smile "I'm looking to join with Ginger." she nods to the kit. "And if I may ask, what might your name be?" Goldenstone nods, trying to remain casual. "He is a lucky little fellow," He commented, pointing his nose to the small kit before quickly adding. "I'm Goldenstone, Junkclan guard extraordinaire. You came to the right cat if you want to join."
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Post by ღ ιcєƒιяє ღ on Dec 13, 2018 17:05:57 GMT -5
| Ripplewave | Tom | 30 moons | Warrior | Ripplewave is a handsome pitch black tom with bright deep blue eyes. His black fur has no other obvious markings, except for one sock on his front leg that is a very light colored grey. This tom was born and raised in the clan, his fathers name was Birchfire and his mothers name was Fernlight, though both are now deceased. | Ripplewave is a difficult tom to describe, as he is rather independent and doesn't speak to many others. He keeps his walls up very high, and many of his clanmates thought he couldn't speak for the longest time. Easy to say, this tom speaks with his motions and eyes more than anything, but when he gets close to someone he becomes very attached. It's hard for him to let go, and he can become almost obsessive, that's why he tries to stick to himself and fears becoming close to anyone. Birchfire - father, Fernlight - mother. Both parents are deceased | ღ ιcєƒιяє ღ |
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Post by 👻videocassette👻 on Dec 13, 2018 17:13:06 GMT -5
Camofur purred with laughter at Bottleleg's comment, and she darted along the buildings, keeping close to the walls as she craned her neck to look around. "Which way are the houses again?" She mewed, getting disoriented now that she was away from camp, as she often was.
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Post by 👻videocassette👻 on Dec 13, 2018 17:17:02 GMT -5
| Ripplewave | Tom | 30 moons | Warrior | Ripplewave is a handsome pitch black tom with bright deep blue eyes. His black fur has no other obvious markings, except for one sock on his front leg that is a very light colored grey. This tom was born and raised in the clan, his fathers name was Birchfire and his mothers name was Fernlight, though both are now deceased. | Ripplewave is a difficult tom to describe, as he is rather independent and doesn't speak to many others. He keeps his walls up very high, and many of his clanmates thought he couldn't speak for the longest time. Easy to say, this tom speaks with his motions and eyes more than anything, but when he gets close to someone he becomes very attached. It's hard for him to let go, and he can become almost obsessive, that's why he tries to stick to himself and fears becoming close to anyone. Birchfire - father, Fernlight - mother. Both parents are deceased | ღ ιcєƒιяє ღ | (Looks good! I'll add Ripplewave to the front page, and you're free to rp!)
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Post by ღ ιcєƒιяє ღ on Dec 13, 2018 17:32:42 GMT -5
{ yay! Thank you ^.^ wanna rp!? }
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Post by 👻videocassette👻 on Dec 13, 2018 17:39:50 GMT -5
(I can clone one of my characters to rp, sure! Wanna post a starter for me?)
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But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.
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Post by dnacat on Dec 13, 2018 18:01:20 GMT -5
~Bottleleg~
Bottleleg snickered as Camofur asked her where the houses were. Bottleleg padded up to stand beside the younger she-cat, meowing as she approached, "I thought I was out on the territory with a warrior, not a kit," She teased, sticking her tongue out at Camofur playfully, before flicking her left ear, "The houses are to the left up here. Just up the hill. Most of the two-legs are gone during the day, and at the end of this lane is the herb gardens," She began to trot up the hill, looking over her shoulder and calling back to Camofur, "Come on then! Ain't got all day."
((I have Tallpole free if you wanna rp, Ice! Or if anyone wants to rp with him in general)) (((Also kinda sorta wanna give Bottleleg a Southern-American twang because it would suit her character so well ahweaiosd))
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