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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2019 20:58:06 GMT -5
Ravenstep’s ears twitched at her words, feeling a small anxious wave overcome him. Haysun making him deputy still left him confused. He still felt so out of place in the clan, he was covered in scars and hardly trusted anyone. “I know the clan trusts me.” He quickly stammered, “I don’t need to force them into conversation or friendly patrols.” His tone growing louder, “Haysun made me deputy because he needs someone strong to take over. The clan trusts me already...” His claws flexing oddly as he looked away from Birdsong. He shook his head, “Look, we should be hunting for the clan. Not...talking.” He muttered.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2019 1:50:50 GMT -5
Ravenstep listened at Birdsong went off to hunt, he remained standing as he tried to clear his mind. He rolled back his shoulders and stretched one of his back legs with a deep scar running through. He then headed off to hunt something for the clan. After a few minutes, the tom had caught a plump squirrel. It was a bit of a challenge getting it would of its den but it was worth it. His nose had a small bite mark on it, the prey was no match for him!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2019 3:30:13 GMT -5
“Yeah.” Ravenstep muttered, pawing the squirrel awkwardly as he didn’t really know how to respond to Birdsong’s compliment. He picked up the squirrel and continued to head off. (Haysun: she’s complimenting you Ravenstep: comp-what??? Haysun: oh my sunflowers)
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Post by Voidastral on Apr 1, 2019 9:01:20 GMT -5
((Oh. My sunflower needs to be used more
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2019 11:48:33 GMT -5
Hey Quail, want to rp Osprey and Haysun?)
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Post by Voidastral on Apr 1, 2019 18:00:33 GMT -5
((hecc yes!))
Haysun squeezed through the barn's hole opening, blinking a few times at the change in lighting. Sure, there were holes in the barn ceiling that brightened up the area but it still was never this bright. He hummed a bit to himself as he traveled alone through the old cornfield and near the forest. He wasn't particularly patrolling right now, more just taking a walk while tracing the border.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2019 18:34:59 GMT -5
His eyes were burnt shut and his fur was singed to the bone. His throat felt like it was melting with ashes as he staggered through a field. He let out hoarse coughs that only caused his lungs to cringe painfully. His old home, out of nowhere...it was...”it’s all gone.” He gasped as he collapsed to the ground, shaking and coughing out smoke and soot.
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Post by Voidastral on Apr 1, 2019 19:15:08 GMT -5
Once Haysun could scent the foreign cat, the tom turned to find it. His cheerful humming had stopped in favor of focus to try and locate the intruder. However, what he found was a collapsed tom among the fields. "Oh dear-what's happened to you?" he questioned, maybe a bit rhetorical as the tom didn't seem able to respond. Haysun knew he couldn't leave him here but he also didn't particularly want to just grab him and try dragging him to camp without warning.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2019 20:20:43 GMT -5
The tom grunted as he was dragged along the dirt, “Oh don’t worry about me, mate.” (Osprey is Australian and there’s nothing you can do about it) He let out a hoarse chuckle that ended with a ugly cough, “Just sun bathing, ya know. Gotta keep my fur warm and slick.”
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Post by Voidastral on Apr 1, 2019 20:27:51 GMT -5
((I almost spit out my tea hec lol))
"Sunbathing while coughing yourself to death?" Haysun chuckled a bit himself with a curious smile as he observed the tom. He was singed and smelt of fire or rather ash. "I think you ought to get yourself some help. I can take you to my clan's healer." partially an offer and partially a sort of statement.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2019 20:36:14 GMT -5
“Clan healer, eh? Oh so you’re one of them farm tramps. I’ve heard of ya-“ He started to cough violently and felt a puff of smoke exit his mouth. After a moment, he went back to breathing normally, and at that he started to hum tiredly. His brunt tail trailed against Haysun, trying to figure out the tom. He seemed to be fluffy and fit, “Strong fellow aren’t ya?”
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Post by Voidastral on Apr 1, 2019 20:58:10 GMT -5
Haysun let out another small laugh, maybe just a bit awkwardly so. "I wouldn't say we're really Tramps, but yah. I'm their leader, actually." the tom tilted his head at the tom's tail before he put it together that he'd been blinded. "M'names Haysun."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2019 21:31:07 GMT -5
When Osprey opens his eyes and sees Haysun: “oh thank god you’re hot.” )
“Haysun? Odd name.” The tom cackled before it turned into another cough, “Haysun.” He hummed, letting the name sink in, “My names Osprey. Handsome looking birds, ever seen one?”
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Post by Voidastral on Apr 1, 2019 21:45:36 GMT -5
((pfft. Haysun tries flirting, part 1))
"Until now? No." He complimented with a small smile. Haysun wasn't going to simply skip the opportunity. "But you are right, they're quite handsome."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2019 21:56:37 GMT -5
“Hey now, you just said ya never seen one. Or ya tugging at my heart strings and just trying to make me all warm and fuzzy. Because I already am. Literally.” Osprey said with a more deadpan tone, he frowned as he felt the winds hit his exposed skin, “Is it all gone? My fur?”
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Post by Voidastral on Apr 1, 2019 22:04:57 GMT -5
"Ah, I don't think so, but perhaps most of it- but hey! Don't worry it'll grow back with time most likely." the tom offered with a small frown. "Ah we'll getcha back to my camp and see what we can do to quicken the process of your healin and such."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2019 22:19:30 GMT -5
Osprey just sighed dramatically, “I swear the world is just out to get me. Id expect the countryside to be more peaceful.”
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Post by Voidastral on Apr 1, 2019 22:27:54 GMT -5
"Ah well, things happen I s'pose." Haysun hummed moving to stand next to the tom in an attempt to try and guide or aid him in following. "If I am correct, you're blind right now?" he asked just to confirm.
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Post by Voidastral on Apr 1, 2019 22:29:20 GMT -5
((alrite ima head to beeddddd
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2019 22:30:13 GMT -5
Same! Good night🐟)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2019 22:33:00 GMT -5
“Blind as a bat. Hopefully whatever’s covering my eyes will go away. I have such beautiful orange eyes, it’d be a waste of I can’t see with them.” Judging by where Haysun’s voice was, Osprey turned his head to him, “It’d also be nice to put a face to your name and voice.” He said with a sly tone
Haysun the minute they return to camp: this is my new bf.)
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Post by Voidastral on Apr 2, 2019 8:43:19 GMT -5
((TbH))
Haysun smiled, nodding a bit at his words "Well, just follow alongside me and we should be there soon" he slowly began to walk, though only a few steps forward as he waited for the tom.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2019 10:49:32 GMT -5
Osprey didn’t want to walk, he liked being carried. The ash covered cat stood up and staggered towards the sound of Haysun’s voice, “So what do you call yourselves?”
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Post by Voidastral on Apr 2, 2019 16:50:37 GMT -5
"Crowclan" the mainecoon replied, his voice warm and cheerful, almost kit-like as he spoke of his clan. It was evident how much he loved the large barn-cat family he'd found as an apprentice.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2019 18:24:43 GMT -5
“You names yourself after those trash eaters?” Osprey chuckled weakly, he leaned against Haysun for support. “You’re fluffy. You’d make a nice pillow.” Osprey didn’t really learn the rules of personal space, if you were fluffy, you’re his new pillow. If he’s covered in mud, you’re his personal towel.
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Post by Voidastral on Apr 2, 2019 19:47:45 GMT -5
he let out a short chuckle at that "Ah well it's not after the bird. It's after a cat our old leader once knew." Haysun spotted the Barn just ahead of them, the tom began to walk just a tad faster. Though, he made sure not to leave osprey behind.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2019 21:21:31 GMT -5
Osprey let out a huff and followed Haysun into the barn. Chickenscatch was the first to notice the chard cat, “HOWDY!” She meowed as she popped out of a pile of hay. (Typical Crowclan greeting) “Bloody hell!” Osprey jumped at the sudden voice
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Post by Voidastral on Apr 3, 2019 11:13:43 GMT -5
Haysun let out a light laugh at the greating "Howdy, Chickenscratch. This here is Osprey. I found him out in the fields." He then paused looking to Osprey "This is Chickenscratch. She's one of the clanmembers here."
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