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Post by ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ on Dec 26, 2018 21:31:42 GMT -5
ϟ Gallius ♛ Saptarishi ϟ [Camp ; 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » ]
As the King stepped into Camp once more, dusk was already on the horizon. Its pretty shades of pink, yellow and orange basking the mountainside in a pleasant, festive glow. Shaking his long, brown coat (to rid himself of the snow and ice), Gallius would instinctively do a once-over of the Camp. Cats were busy, kept occupied with transforming the cavern into a bright and jovial den of Yuletide. He quickly spotted his mate, Lyra, as she approached the pair. A slight purr rumbled in his throat at the sight of the pretty silver tabby. "Go on, Freyja," he said, turning to his daughter. "You're free to catch up with your friends; enjoy the evening as you wish." He nodded in the general direction of Elmae and Stelo, aware of the trio's shared bond. Picking up the trout he and Freyja had caught on their excursion, he placed them in the fresh-kill pile, before heading towards Lyra. "Greetings, Lyra," Gallius mused, as he padded towards the Queen. Her disheveled state did not go unnoticed by the observant King. "You've really outdone yourself this time," he chuckled, half to himself. The cave was practically bursting with herbal arrangements and artfully placed acorns. "Although, you might want to take a little time off; you look like a dead deer carcass." As per usual, Gallius was not without his deadpan, albeit slightly cold, humor. "And, how dare you accuse me of 'skiving off work'!" Gallius faked indignation, giving her a haughty sniff. "I am the King. I can do whatever I please."
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 26, 2018 21:45:06 GMT -5
Despite it not exactly being his forté, the silver shecat managed an affectionate chuckle at his comment, brushing close to his larger frame. Having to stand taller to even reach his withers as she grumbles in turn. “You’re one to talk,” She grumbled but her grin gave away there was no malice behind her words. “When you come back to camp with a mountains worth of snow caked to your pelt,” she licked his shoulder with a purr. As a mother might have done a kitten, “I swear even as newborns; neither Aeylrue nor Freyja were this messy.” Her ears Admittedly warmed at her own comment, but for the most part she played the misstep off well. Looking around camp with a slight smile, proud of her and her clanmates work. “Hmm,” she commented with a chuckle. “Leaving your mate and your clan to do all the work on your wake.” Her whiskers twitched with amusement. Pressing closer as an especially bitter wind caught the camp.
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Post by ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ on Dec 26, 2018 22:01:20 GMT -5
ϟ Gallius ♛ Saptarishi ϟ [Camp ; 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ ]
A cold draft swept through the Camp, and Gallius was suddenly aware of how close they were to the entrance. He reacted quickly, ushering Lyra to the back of the cave, where the warmth was greater, and bodies huddled close together to brave the cold together. Not that the King minded the cold; he lived in the mountains after all. Snow was a regular occurrence, and he wouldn't have it any other way. With his long-furred pelt, the tom was able to withstand the harshest of temperatures. "Oh, please," he responded with a sarcastic roll of his eyes. "If I remember correctly, you complained about how Freyja wet the bed and how Aeylrue refused to eat any meat that hadn't been picked for bones prior to feeding time." Glancing over his shoulder, Gallius threw a wicked smirk in the direction of his mate, watching her as satisfaction welled up in his chest. He'd missed their playful banter and teasing. "And if my memory serves me correctly, you managed just fine last year, when you had just returned to your duties after nursing the kits." His eyes dropped to his mate's belly, remembering how it had swelled with unborn life moons ago. Although...if he was being honest, it did seem a bit rounder than usual. "Have you been taking more than your fair share of fresh-kill?" The King said, a slight frown etching onto his stern features.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 26, 2018 22:15:24 GMT -5
.Mreowing in playful complaint of his comment, she tickled his flank with the tip of her pink nose. “It’s to be expected of newborns,” she explained with a rumble. Her affectionate gaze following Freyja as she departed amidst their clanmates, gaze bright with quiet fondness for her daughters. In truth Lyra had faired so poorly during birth the first time, she hadn’t been in much of a place to complain about the lives she had brought into the world; she’d been too busy fighting to keep hold of her own. “Of a grown cat, however, I’d expect much better. Especially of a king,” she grinned slyly. Grateful when her mate moved their conversation to deeper within the cave, where they weren’t as vulnerable to the conditions of the mountaintops Normally she would be far more shy around even her mate, but camp was buzzing with life and activity that most weren’t paying attention to the two monarchs. “And admittedly it’s far cuter when it’s kittens nursing at my belly than it is my mate.” Her gaze brightened with amusement at his reminiscing, she had been so much younger then. So naive to the world and to motherhood, in truth she shouldn't have been pregnant at such a young age. And the responsibility had almost drowned her at one point, but she wouldn't change a thing. If she did she might not have to beautiful daughters to call her own, StarClan knows what I'd do without them now. Moving away from her mate a step or two, clearly embarrassed at his words, she licked her chest in order to avoid eye contact. Heart hammering in her chest, she’d hoped to keep her news secret for at least a day or two longer. It seemed her mate was too observant for his own good. “Leafbare is coming,” she replied smoothly. “Everyone should eat when they get the chance to prepare for when we’re less able,” But from the embarrassed tone and her avoiding eye contact, it was apparent her words were merely excuses to hide the truth.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 27, 2018 18:20:37 GMT -5
(bump)
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Dec 27, 2018 18:25:56 GMT -5
there’s really no need to bump.. this was still on the front page
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Dec 27, 2018 23:09:05 GMT -5
Hello!
Now to come up with ideas for rp posts cx
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Dec 27, 2018 23:20:44 GMT -5
[ sorry- probably shoulda waited but how do these look for posts? I'm thinking of changing Ezekiels color to probably and dark green or pale orange of a dark blue? also- anyone have open characters/have a starter i can reply to? ]
❀ R O S A L I N A ✰ H Y D R A ❀ house of hydra accompanied by: character [ tag ]
ϟ E Z E K I E L ⚜ D R A C O ϟ house of draco accompanied by: character [ tag ]
[ here for posts. is this red too hard to read?? ]
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Post by ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ on Dec 28, 2018 15:06:57 GMT -5
Hello -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊. c: Welcome to the Clan.
Feel free jump in the RP. It's currently evening and I'm pretty sure everyone is open for approach. There are, however, going to be a few friendly spars so you could challenge someone to one if you wish.
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Bisexual
#ffc5c5
Official Queen of Fan Clans
Name Colour
ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁
Official ThunderClan & ElmClan Leader
Easing back in
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Post by ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 on Dec 28, 2018 15:52:54 GMT -5
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Dec 28, 2018 18:24:31 GMT -5
ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 ohohohoh i’m down c:<
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Post by ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ on Dec 29, 2018 15:54:55 GMT -5
Currently typing up a reply and starter for a new character. c'x Been a little low on muse lately, but. ]]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 29, 2018 16:14:44 GMT -5
I look forward to it with excitement! But hope you're doing ok BB! Take you're time, I understand
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Post by ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ on Dec 29, 2018 16:15:03 GMT -5
ϟ Gallius ♛ Saptarishi ϟ [Camp ; 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ ]
"Yes, yes, I know," Gallius muttered, although his eyes twinkled in good humor. "Although, I had a good reason to dirty my fur; some trout for dinner would be nice for a change, eh?" Ice-fishing wasn't exactly the most exciting form of hunting, but the King enjoyed the patience that was required to execute the art flawlessly. It helped build both character and technique. It taught one what it truly meant to "seize an opportunity". Stretching out his tired limbs, the tom drew his mate closer to him, and settled down near the elders' nests. He studied Lyra carefully, feeling slightly amused by the excuses she made up. She'd always been a terrible liar. "You know darling, you should really work on your poker face," was all he said in regards to the situation. Gallius had an eerie calm about him. It was a façade. A mask, carefully constructed through years of practice and reputation-building. A monarch couldn't afford being hindered by emotions.
Another quick survey of camp told Gallius that most cats were milling around, enjoying a nice evening conversation to wind down from the day's activities. Getting to his paws, the King untangled himself from the embrace of his mate (although not before giving Lyra a quick lick of affection) and padded towards the centre of the camp. Where the fresh-kill was located. "As the sun sets, and the night descends upon the land" he began, silencing all side conversations with his authoritative voice. "The stars will come out to dance, and SpiritClan will greet them. Let us celebrate the passing of another cycle of seasons with good meat and good cheer. The Feast shall now commence!" Stepping back from the fresh-kill pile, the King grabbed a hare and padded towards his mate. After him, the princesses would get their share of fresh-kill, and then the other High House and Vessel House members.
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Post by ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ on Dec 29, 2018 16:19:13 GMT -5
Left it pretty open-ended, so anybody could respond. c:]]
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Dec 29, 2018 16:51:46 GMT -5
i'll get one up for freyja asap! maybe now they can have that conversation?
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 29, 2018 16:52:58 GMT -5
For the love of the stars, the silver cat thoughts were initially rather frustrated. It seems that hope is gone, she wrapped her tail around her frame and shifted on the spot. Butting her head against his,as a soft growl pulled from her lips. "And you need to learn to be less observant, mousebrain," she grumbled but the sound was a mostly playful one, accompanied by a flash of fangs. Lyra was much younger than her mate, and at times such as this it was more than apparent. Though not as intelligent as others, the tabby was by no means a ditz but now she found herself caught out. Lowering her head to lap at her tangled coat, ears flicking and tail swishing part in a show of amusement and part in a show of annoyance. Lifting her gaze again in enough time to watch her mate move away, her grey gaze studied his muscled form with a flicker of fondness underlining its usual, determined fire. "All that effort to return to camp looking like a drowned rat, and you don't even take a trout for yourself?" She questioned with a chuckle. Touching her nose to his as he came to settle back at her side, returning her gaze to camp as she watched their clanmates follow suit in taking something for themselves to eat. Lyra rested her head against her paws with a quiet purr. In truth, something felt right to the queen about the entire affair. Whilst little could have convinced her to admit it considering her mate had cheated her of a few more days of peace, Lyra could at least admit it to herself. Camp seemed to carry a glow of festivity and joy, and its cats seemed to reflect the same feelings. This was a night of celebration, and now perhaps the head pair had a reason of their own to celebrate. In that moment Lyra could think of few better places for a mother to raise her kits, and a quiet excitement burned in her chest. "So, oh stoic Gally," she didn't look at her mate as she spoke. Voice quiet and eyes settled on the camp before her, "What do you think?"
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Dec 29, 2018 17:23:38 GMT -5
f r e y j a . s a p t a r i s h i
" move in silence. only speak when it's time to say 'checkmate'. " Accompanied by: Gallius Freyja eyed her father from where she sat, waiting for a moment to get him alone. She'd been waiting since he left, her nerves buzzing with what she had to tell him. What would he think? How would he react? Would he be angry? Disappointed? Happy? She was going mad with the thoughts racing through her head, gnawing on the bone of some random piece of prey nervously. It was obvious something was the matter, but who would dare to call the Princess out on it? She'd been known to have a temper when she was stressed, and none in the clan wanted to be on the receiving end of that anger.
"Father," she called out softly, so only he could here, "can we talk, when you're done? There's - there's something I would like to ask you." She gave no further explanation of what she could have to talk to him about, only a small smile that showed her nerves.
- { ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ } - { spiritclan camp } -
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Post by ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ on Dec 29, 2018 18:12:41 GMT -5
ϟ Gallius ♛ Saptarishi ϟ [Camp ; 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » ]
Rolling his eyes at Lyra's annoyed expression, Gallius took a bite of the hare, relishing the taste of fresh meat on his tongue. "Trout is delicious," the King said, helping himself to another bite of hare. He was ravenous. "However, it's a little slimier than I remembered it to be," he added, recalling how many times he dropped the fish on the trip home. Freyja had teased him for it, saying he was as clumsy as a moose on ice. Which, to be fair, wasn't exactly an inaccurate comparison. (Although, he had fired back, telling her that everyone was significantly less balanced when placed on a slippery, hard to grasp surface). "Plus, whoever said this is the only morsel I'm going to consume tonight? The night is still young, and the feast is still running strong." Gallius took a final bite of the hare before pushing the remaining meat towards his mate. "You should eat," he murmured. His voice was steady, but it carried an uncharacteristic warmth in it. "And, I think the kits will have a wonderful mother who'll care for them," Gallius said quietly, before lapsing into a comfortable silence. Slight worry for Lyra's health hovered in the corner of his mind, but he pushed it back. His mate was still young, She'd be okay. She had to be.
At the sound of his name, Gallius quickly snapped out of his little reverie. He instinctively craned his neck towards the sound of the voice, and found himself face to face with his eldest daughter. Freyja looked agitated, and just about ready to jump out her fur. Judging by her anxiousness, he could already tell this had to be a conversation in private. "Save a trout for me," he said to Lyra, his words taking on a playful tone. With that, he got to his paws and made a beeline for the tunnel that led to the cave with an open top. He flicked his tail in Freyja's general direction, motioning for her to follow.
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Dec 29, 2018 18:28:52 GMT -5
f r e y j a . s a p t a r i s h i
" move in silence. only speak when it's time to say 'checkmate'. " Accompanied by: Gallius At her father's motion to follow, Freyja gratefully stood up, practically twitching in her pelt. She followed after him quietly, though it was obvious she wasn't sure how to start what she wanted to say. When they reached a private enough area, Freyja sat and shuffled her paws, looking like she was thinking over her words.
"I don't - I don't know how to say this without - without just coming out with it. But I wanted - I wanted to know what you'd think if... if I started summoning Draco to speak about more than just battle. You've always taught me that a good leader knows when to make a change and, I don't know, I think asking for guidance from the spirits would make them happy with us, and, and maybe help me be a good Queen? It's crazy, I know pa, but.. but what if asking for help is good? I know it's not what we usually do but.. well, what do you think?" She looked nervous, one paw still shuffling the ground so much that a hole had started forming underneath it.
- { ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ } - { spiritclan camp } -
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 29, 2018 18:40:02 GMT -5
I have a small conundrum, I cant decide who I like best XD I just adore Freyja and Gally so much XD
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Dec 29, 2018 18:43:05 GMT -5
thank you
freyja is actually based a bit on myself, which is why i'm so excited for her ^.^'
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Post by ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ on Dec 29, 2018 19:45:24 GMT -5
Sorry for the sudden disappearance; I was out with the fam.
Working on a response now. c: ]]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 29, 2018 19:47:28 GMT -5
How dare you have a life outside of us? I feel betrayed.
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Post by ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ on Dec 29, 2018 20:12:51 GMT -5
ϟ Gallius ♛ Saptarishi ϟ [ Camp; ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » ]
Gallius regarded his daughter thoughtfully, turning the idea around in his mind. It had never really occurred to the King to summon celestial spirits out of battle or general necessity, but the tom could see the appeal in such an idea. After all, the spirits were unfathomably wise. Their voices and opinions could offer a very different perspective to a multitude of issues. "May I ask why?" The question was born out of genuine curiosity, and spoken in a tone that indicated as such. "I don't disapprove of your thoughts, Freyja," he said, his gaze searching hers. Trying to gauge out the emotion in them. "It is within a Celestial Summoner's right to call upon any spirit they wish at any given time, especially so if the spirit they wish to call upon is the one they're Bonded to. Thus, I do not see anything wrong with summoning a spirit for advice, or guidance. I suppose it is simply...odd?" The tom trailed off, allowing himself to get lost in his head, if only for a few moments. "However, dear daughter, I must ask that you listen to me when I say that a celestial spirit may not give you answers that are realistic in the mortal world, or even applicable in some scenarios. While I can see the appeal in the amount of knowledge they possess, spirits differ drastically from cats. They have no concept of time, and are puzzled by many of our philosophical beliefs. When you ask a spirit, know that you are asking a vessel of light; a physical manifestation of the very thing that binds our world together."
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Post by ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ on Dec 29, 2018 20:14:33 GMT -5
🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ Me? Have a life? Pfftt. Perhaps I failed to mention that this the first time I'm going out in about three days. :'D
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Dec 29, 2018 20:15:10 GMT -5
i might get only one more response up tonight, i've got a major headache and will likely get offline in a bit ^.^'
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 29, 2018 20:20:39 GMT -5
If thats the case would I be alright to throw Lyra at them towards the end of the conversation? understand if not just wished to ask.
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Dec 29, 2018 20:23:03 GMT -5
f r e y j a . s a p t a r i s h i
" move in silence. only speak when it's time to say 'checkmate'. " Accompanied by: Gallius Freyja pondered her father's words, her paws never ceasing their movement. After some time, she looked up to her father. There was sadness in her eyes, something uncommon for the young Princess.
"I understand, Father. And I'll keep that in mind. It's just that - I'm scared, pa. I'm scared that I don't know what I'm doing, and I don't know how to lead like you do. I want to make you proud, pa, but what if I'm not good enough? What if I mess up, or I get someone killed or-" she cut herself off quickly, turning her head so that he didn't see the tears slip down her face. She'd been struggling with these fears for some time, now. But everyone thought her the confident, intelligent Princess, and she ached at the thought of disappointing them. So she hid it, until it ate away at her.
"I just want to do good, pa. I just want to be like you."
Freyja looked back at her father, and shrugged quietly.
- { ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ } - { spiritclan camp } -
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Dec 29, 2018 20:25:57 GMT -5
actually i've been meaning to ask - are you ever going to rp your other cats? i mean this nicely, but... you have yet to use them at all (speaking of - -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 i will get up a starter for kao and ros soon hopefully)
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