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Post by Voidastral on Jan 24, 2019 10:15:40 GMT -5
"It's a mid day snack, Littlepaw. The chickens deserve a mid-day snack!" Flowerpaw defended herself with a small huff to her friend "and if it wasn't a game then what was it's purpose? she questioned genuinely.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2019 12:29:45 GMT -5
“I’m not worried.” Ravenstep said, being called the word itself felt weak to him. “Protective is a better word. Haysun not worrying when he should be is only another reason for me to not slack off.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2019 12:30:43 GMT -5
Chickenscratch stood and shook off all the clumps of hay tangled in her fur. She chuckled as most of it landed on the other cat. “Oh I was just taking my weekly hay bath. It’s quite good for the fur!” She purred before rolling back into the hay.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2019 13:58:42 GMT -5
“I can get all the rest I want at Sunfield.” Ravenstep said, softening his tired voice as he saw the look in Birdsong’s eye. “If it makes you feel better, I do spend time in solitude for relaxation at the horse stables.”
(Ravenstep: I’m totally fine, I spend my nights crying alone or smoking catnip in the stables. )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2019 15:47:53 GMT -5
The large tom chuckled as he stretched his back legs, “Hunting’s good. Do you want to hunt anywhere in particular?” He asked as he walked up to her, looking down at her with his mossy green eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2019 17:18:56 GMT -5
Ravenstep gave a tired smirk as he started to follow the she-cat out, “For that compliment, the great deputy will grant your wish to hunt in the forest.” He said in his best humorous voice. He didn’t mind the forest, it’d been a while since he’d hunted there. “Besides, the clan might be getting sick of mice. I’m sure they’d like a change in prey.”
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Post by Voidastral on Jan 24, 2019 18:31:33 GMT -5
((Ill reply soon but littlepaw t poses to assert dominance thank u
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Post by ca$hew ⧉ on Jan 24, 2019 18:57:01 GMT -5
hi im sorry for being off, my dad was in town and we only get to see him every once in a while so we were busy))
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Bisexual
wildwatcher
Profile pic is my two Good Bois, Samandriel and Galyrith
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Post by wildwatcher on Jan 25, 2019 1:24:35 GMT -5
Ravenstep gave a tired smirk as he started to follow the she-cat out, “For that compliment, the great deputy will grant your wish to hunt in the forest.” He said in his best humorous voice. He didn’t mind the forest, it’d been a while since he’d hunted there. “Besides, the clan might be getting sick of mice. I’m sure they’d like a change in prey.” "I think we both know you didn't have a choice!" She sang, flicking her tail in his face as she padded off into the forest. "I've always preferred birds and forest prey to mice and hares. Then again, I'm not a clan-born cat, so I suppose that's why. What about you? Do you miss where you came from, even a little?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2019 10:01:20 GMT -5
“No.” Ravenstep said abruptly before Birdsong even finished. He’d spent moons trying to erase the brutal memories he’d collected from the city. However he could never forget how he’d killed for scraps, like that one rogue. Deep down, he didn’t regret it, both cats were starving and it was clear the other would kill for anything. He gave a small glance to Birdsong before he sped up a bit, his ears flat and tail low.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2019 11:27:46 GMT -5
The tom frowned slightly at Birdsong’s words, he knew she only wanted to have small talk. He only gave a small nod as to not say anything else that’d drive her away. Though part of him wanted to leave her behind, ‘All you ever do is scare cats off.’ Once at the forest, Ravenstep finally spoke, “Do you want to hunt separately or together?” His claws were already unsheathed a ready, anxiously clawing at the dirt.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2019 22:15:19 GMT -5
Ravenstep snapped himself out of it and blinked, “Oh. I’m sorry...I’m fine.” He said before he started to smell the air for any prey
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Post by Voidastral on Jan 27, 2019 14:55:00 GMT -5
Flowerpaw stifled a laugh as she nodded "Okay, sure." she said, with a clever smile to her friend. It was clear she knew what Littlepaw was doing, he had been playing with them and enjoying his duties but she wouldn't press on. "Want to go find some mice for the chickens to munch on? Gracklefur says they don't eat mice but they do and they also like it a lot." at least from what she can tell they like it.
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Post by Voidastral on Jan 27, 2019 20:45:33 GMT -5
She laughed a bit "It may be against his wishes but it also may be something he doesn't know about chickens that I do." she spoke with a false sense of smug, making that obvious. She knew Gracklefur just didn't want to accept chickens could eat meat for some odd reason.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2019 22:10:45 GMT -5
Ravenstep gave the warrior a nod and remained still as he watched her keenly. He didn’t want to scare off the potential prey and he was also curious to see how the warrior was skilled in her hunting techniques
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2019 17:38:47 GMT -5
( Hello everyone! I'm new here and was wondering if anyone would like to rp? My cats Scorchstep and Adderfall are open ^^ )
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Post by Voidastral on Jan 28, 2019 17:56:39 GMT -5
((I have Haysun, Tallegs and Medallion (my rogue). Also, Fort were straw and chicken still talking I can't remember if I replied or not or saw ur reply idk))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2019 18:02:14 GMT -5
( I'm fine with anyone ^^ )
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Post by Voidastral on Jan 28, 2019 18:29:20 GMT -5
((alrighty I don't use Talllegs enough so I'll write up a starter with him for you to reply too!))
Talllegs sunk down slowly and squeezed through the hole in the barn door. The tom scented the air taking in the fresher scent of older hay and his clanmates as he looked around before directing himself towards one of the fresh kill buckets, grabbing a small barn mouse.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2019 19:19:14 GMT -5
Scorchstep idly strolled throughout the garden inside the barn, first checking on and taking in all the fresh budding crops that reached above the dirt, before stepping into the open space of the barn. Panning across the stalls and watching as cats milled around, the tom raised his nose and sniffed up into the air. As the recent smell of fresh prey wafted through his scenes, Scorchstep had the sudden realization that he had completely forgot to eat earlier in the day. With a quiet 'hmph' of disapproval directed towards himself, Scorchstep headed towards the buckets of kill as Talllegs grabbed his own meal. Plucking his own mouse from the pile, the tom smiled brightly at Talllegs and sat near the buckets. "Hello Talllegs! How's it going?"
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Post by Voidastral on Jan 28, 2019 20:19:35 GMT -5
"Oh, uh, hello, Scorchstep" the tom greats, his voice much quieter than the average warriors. Talllegs had never been the loudest though so this wasn't uncommon. The lanky warrior leaned over to take a small bite of his mouse before looking back up to the Sun-whisperer while he chewed.
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