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Post by Fuzzymask on Dec 24, 2018 9:49:41 GMT -5
Im stuck in a car for the next two hours so let's rp! This clan is a small clan that is surrounded by small creeks and Swamps. The camp is settled in a large pine grove. The leader is a large and bulky black tuxedoed she-cat named Flightstar and the medicine cat is a small and scrawny brown tabby tom with large amber eyes named Amberstripe. There is no deputy at the moment. Let's get this clan rolling!
Flightstar sat just out side her den, a rather large den made of brambles and reeds. Flightstar looked rather unhappy. Her sharp green eyes narrowed and her thin white tipped tail flicked every once in a while. You could say she had a good reason to be angry, her deputy had abandoned Creekclan to live the life of a kitty pet right after a small green cough spell in the clan. Flightstar grumbled something under her breath and pulled herself to her paws. She had to appoint a new Deputy soon.
Amberstripe slowly padded his way through the thick bramble that surrounded the clan. He was on the hunt for horse tail. His large owl like eyes scanning the thick undergrowth around him. This trip out had lasted a bit longer than usual.
Beetlefur watched as her kits played with a moss ball, Dappledkit a pretty calico she-cat playfully tackled the large moss ball as little Crowkit playfully swatted at his sister. Crowkit was much smaller than Dappledkit but it had never stopped him. Beetlefur purred softly.
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Post by Firehaze on Dec 24, 2018 11:52:02 GMT -5
((I’m stuck at work and it’s hecka slow xD but I’ll jump in! Why not! )) Holloweye padded into camp with Driftingwind and Violetstorm on his paws. As they entered the clearing, the two other warriors dipped their head to Holloweye and the black and white Tom flicked his ears and his single blue eye scanned the camp until he found Flightstar. He made his way over towards his leader, picking up a plump mouse from the fresh-kill pile and carrying it with him. As he neared the she-cat he dipped his head respectfully and placed the mouse at her paws. “The border patrol was quite uneventful this morning,” he mewed as he studied her. “No scent of kittypet in our territory.” He flicked his tail and inclined his head towards the mouse. “You shouldn’t worry too much about it. Eat, it will keep your mind busy and take it off the matters for a brief moment.” ((Holloweye - Large, muscular black Tom with a white splash on his chest and white front paws. He has slightly longer and thicker fur, making him seem larger than what he really is. The left side of his face as patchy fur and fuzz covering where his eye used to be, and his left ear is shredded. He lost his eye long ago as an apprentice, when he and his sister Maplepaw had snuck out one night and were attacked by a fox. His sister and his father, who tried to save them, perished. He lost his eye in the battle and his name was changed to Hollowpaw. He occasionally gets bitter about his name, but he never stops trying to prove himself to show he is worthy of being a warrior and part of the Clan. Driftingwind - Pure white Tom with silky fur. Not as bulky as most toms, he has a more slender build with long legs and a long tail. He has bright, leafy green eyes and a narrow face. He’s a swift runner and is great at climbing trees. When he’s focused on hunting, his skill and balance are spot on. When he’s in camp, he’s a bit more of a clutz. He stumbles over his feet and his words, occasionally has a stutter when nervous, and can seem lost in a daydream most of the time. All he wants is to provide for his clan mates, but he is often teased for being a feather-brain and often feels like an outcast. Violetstorm - Sleek pelted gray seal-point she-cat with violet-blue colored eyes. She's slightly smaller in build, being just a touch smaller than the average fully grown cat. She makes up for her lack in size with a big, grouchy personality. She's prickly and can be difficult to get along with at times, but she does always puts her clan first. She can be outspoken and rash, quick to jump into action without thinking of the consequences. I’ll probably make more as the day goes on. I’ll get Driftingwind and Violetstorm started later xD ))
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Post by Fuzzymask on Dec 24, 2018 13:10:05 GMT -5
Flightstar nodded softly, glad the clans territory was safe and glad for Holloweyes company. Flightstar looked down at the mouse, she wasn't hungry but she forced herself to pick at the plump mouse. "I have a question for you." Flightstar turned her sharp green eyes to Holloweye. "If you were leader who would you choose to be your deputy?" Flightstar spoke softly making sure no one could listen in on their conversation. She would usually ask Amberstripe something like this but the scrawny tom was out collecting herbs and the such.
(Hey! XD thank you! I can add more warriors if needed!)
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Post by Firehaze on Dec 24, 2018 13:47:54 GMT -5
Holloweye started a little bit at his leader’s question, his single eye widening a moment before he flicked his ear and gazed around camp. “There are many good options,” he said with a tilt of his head. “Driftingwind is swift and fast, and can be quite cunning when he doesn’t have his head stuck in the clouds. Troutleap is calm and collected, and is well respected by the clan.” The black pelted tom sighed for a moment, lost in thought. “I’d choose whoever my gut told me to,” he said finally. “Someone who is always putting the needs of the clan first, and looks out for everyone. Someone who doesn’t shy away from a fight, but doesn’t go rushing into needless bloodshed.” He nodded, satisfied with his answer as he looked at Flightstar, unsure of his advice was helpful or not. He watched her take the mouse, and hoped she would at least enjoy it a little bit dispite not being hungry. He knew the stress was probably getting to her, with her former deputy leaving and the strain left on the clan after green cough had swept through their ranks. “The clan will support whoever you choose,” he said gently. “We have been through far worse than this and survived. A little bit of green cough and losing a deputy won’t break us now.”
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Post by Fuzzymask on Dec 24, 2018 16:31:17 GMT -5
Flightstar watched Holloweye as he talked, her half-eaten mouse at her paws almost forgotten. Holloweyes answer was what the she-cat needed, she was surrounded by many warriors that would make a wonderful replacement for Sharpwhisker. Flightwhisker got to her paws. "Thank you Holloweye." Flightstar softly nuzzled the tom before trotting over to the old pine stump. The she-cat leaped onto its smooth surface and with her head held high she called out to her clan. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the pine stump for a clan meeting." Flightstar sat quietly as her clan gathered.
Beetlefur ushered her kits into the nursery and sat outside the thick bramble den. Her amber eyes glittering curiously. She had been waiting eagerly for Flightstar to announce a new deputy. Amberstripe had just returned with a bundle of horsetail in his muzzle. He quickly padded over to the growing crowd of cats.
(Do you mind if Holloweye is the deputy?)
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Post by Firehaze on Dec 24, 2018 16:37:09 GMT -5
((Sure! I don’t mind at all! )) Holloweye blinked as his leader nuzzled him but he shook it off with a rough shake of his pelt as he settled with the rest of the clan, watching as his clan mates pooled below Flightstar and gazed up at her, their eyes full of anticipation as they awaited to see who she would appoint as their new deputy. Holloweye felt his own stomach churn with emotion, eyeing a few of the warriors he thought would make a good pick. ((Sorry this is so short it suddenly got busy at work and my shift is almost over! ))
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Post by Fuzzymask on Dec 24, 2018 16:52:23 GMT -5
(Thank you!)
Flightstar sat quietly until finally the clan was settled and staring up at her. "I have waited long enough to appoint a new deputy for Creekclan with Sharpwhiskers betrayal i wanted to spend a little more time thinking of who to choose." Flightclan paused and scanned the group of cats beneath her. "I say these words before StarClan, so that the spirits of our warrior ancestors may hear and approve of my choice. The new deputy of Creekclan is." Flightstar paused and turned her gaze to Holloweye, "Is Holloweye, he has proven himself again and again to Creekclan and I think he will make both a wonderful deputy and leader."
(Its fine! i don't mind.)
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Post by Firehaze on Dec 24, 2018 21:26:17 GMT -5
((Home from work~!))
Holloweye binked his eye rapidly, looking up at Flightstar as his mouth opened and closed in shock. He heard the clan begin to cheer his name, and those closest to him murmured their congratulations. With a gruff clear of his throat he closed his gaping maw and dipped his chin to Flightstar. "I promise I will do my best to serve you and Creekclan," he murmured as he glanced around, forcing himself to acknowledge those who spoke to him. He hadn't ever expected his leader to choose him to be deputy, he was just a one eyed warrior, and his only apprentice he had every trained had perished when greencough had gotten the best of him. He was the reason behind his sister's and his father's death, did he really deserve this? HIs heart twisted painfully in his chest as he thought about what Maplepaw would say if she were beside him, grown up and cheering with the rest of the clan. 'She'd probably tell you to cheer up, flea-brain' he thought as he cleared his throat again and looked up at Flightstar, ears flicking. He was grateful to her, and he was determined to provide for his clan, but worry churned in his stomach. The last thing he wanted was to let Creekclan down after the betrayal of their former deputy.
"Oh how exciting for him," Driftingwind murmured from where he sat at the outskirts of the gathered cats, near the nursery. He watched the rest of the clan with a wistful look to his green eyes, his white silky fur ruffling in the slight breeze that drifted through the camp. As the clan cheered he smiled softly, his voice suddenly lost in his throat as he watched them all gather around their new deputy. He shuffled his paws, well aware of how out of place he felt among his own clanmates. He'd always struggled to fit in, no matter how much he tried. Usually he was fine being on the outskirts, but during something as exciting as this, gaining a new deputy after so much strife had plagued the clan, he felt rather lonesome being on the outside of it all. He wasn't brave enough to bring himself to pad over to the gathered cats to join them in cheering for Holloweye, and shuffled his paws again as he stayed put in the shadows.
Violetstorm huffed out a bitter "Congrats," to Holloweye before falling back, scowling as the rest of the clan scampered forward, the excitement of the ceremony making them especially pushy. The seal point she-cat scrunched up her nose as pelts brushed against hers and she grumbled as she wiggled through her clanmates. She glanced over her shoulder to Holloweye and felt her tail flicking irritably. What did a one-eyed half-wit of a warrior have that she didn't? The one apprentice he had trained perished to illness, while both of her apprentices were still thriving as young warriors. Snowfeather had turned out just fine, and Daygaze had surpassed her own hunting abilities before he had even earned his warrior name. Bitterness stung in the she-cat's chest and she slunk away to the furthest part of the camp, flopping down in the shadows with her violet eyes watching the camp.
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Post by Firehaze on Dec 24, 2018 21:30:48 GMT -5
((I have a small plot idea if you'd like (: Just for a little fun~))
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Post by Fuzzymask on Dec 25, 2018 3:23:21 GMT -5
(Merry Christmas! Sorry I fell asleep! Ooo I would love to hear it!)
Flightstar was proud of her choice, Holloweye was Flightstars third deputy and she hoped he would be her last. The she-cat pulled herself to her paws and leaped from the old pine stump. The bully she-cat was going to pad over to her new deputy but he was busy getting congratulated by his clan mates so she wondered over to Amberstripe, who was gathering his herbs back into a neat pile to bring back to his den. "I hope I chose a good deputy." Amberstripe nodded softly. "I couldn't have chosen better." The small scrawny tom chuckled softly. Amberstripe looked over to Holloweye, the tom had been through so much, becoming deputy maybe made up for it or at least for some of it.
Beetlefur watched as her kits tumbled back out of the nursery. Little Crowkit quickly spotted Driftingwind and started to playfully stalk the much larger tom cat. Beetlefur wasn't aware of this stalking she was to busy cleaning Dappledkit. Crowkit stalked slowly forward, his blue eyes locked in Driftingwind's tail. The small kit was swift for a kit he quickly ganged up on Driftingwind and leaped forward landing on the toms tail. "Got you!" He squeaked loudly.
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Post by Firehaze on Dec 25, 2018 13:17:55 GMT -5
((I was thinking a rogue group could possibly attack/try to take their territory because they heard from a kittypet about how he came from the forest and the rogues think living in the forest would be better than living in the twolegged place, but they don't want to share. If you like it I can have a small patrol come in all beat up from them ))
Driftingwind jumped a little as the kit jumped on his tail, and his pelt fluffed up in alarm. He looked down at Crowkit and blinked as he carefully pulled his tail from the little one. "You s-shouldn't sneak u-u-up on others like that," He said, his voice a little shaken with the rush of adrenaline that came with being startled. "You nearly had me j-j-jumping outta my f-fur!" He had a small huff as he lapped at his pelt, smoothing it down on his shoulders and chest. The young kit had good technique, and with Driftingwind not paying attention and lost in his own thoughts he hadn't even noticed Crowkit's approach. He'd make a fine hunter with skills like that, and the white tom gave a small, shy smile as he playfully flicked Crowkit's ears with his tail.
((Also, Merry Christmas! I hope you have a wonderful day!))
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Dec 25, 2018 18:11:35 GMT -5
A sandy colored tom slipped quietly through the pine trees, his eyes scanning his surroundings. Sandy Clarks caught the scent of cat. Must be a popular place for the other loners, He guessed as he searched around for a good place to sleep for the night. Sandy Clarks found a fairly large juniper berry bush and entered. It was roomy, and the scent of prey wreathed through the air. He made a makeshift nest of moss and bracken, and he settled down and nipped a few juniper berries from the bush and ate them eagerly. "Well, at least they're better than nothing," He said thoughtfully at the bitter taste. He settled more comfortably into the nest, and he nodded of after a while, dreaming of cats made of stars.
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Post by Fuzzymask on Dec 26, 2018 8:05:21 GMT -5
(Ooo, i like that plot! Flightstar is going to be furious.)
Crowkit giggled. "I'm sorry!" He squeaked. Beetlefur noticing her kit was bothering a warrior padded over to Driftingwind. "Crowkit what did I say about bothering warriors." Beetlefur turned her attention to Driftingwind. "I'm sorry about that Crowkit thinks everyone wants to play." Beetlefur chuckled softly. Dappledkit and Crowkit we almost opposites. While Dappledkit wanted to to stay near her mother Crowkit liked to wonder off and scare warriors. Once he scared Amberstripe and nearly got a face full of herbs.
Birchfur slowly padded through the pine trees, his light brown fur with a splash of white on his chest and forehead made him stick out like a sore thumb. But the newly appointed warrior didn't mind. He wasn't hunting, he just wanted to go for a walk. Out of habit Birtchfur sniffed the air and paused. He could smell another cat, not from the clan. It must be a loner or a rouge who unknowingly wondered on to clan territory. Birchfur padded towards the sent. Birchfur finally came to a Juniper bush. Birchfur didn't know what to do now, he was a young warrior and there could be more than one cat in the bush. Birchfur thought for a second the cat may be gone by the time I go get others. Without thinking the young warrior called out. "Hello, your on clan territory."
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Dec 26, 2018 14:53:09 GMT -5
Sandy Clarks woke up, startled, and he cautiously peered out of the bush. "Oh. What? What clan? Hm, wait, so I need to move out? Woah, that would be REALLY hard, since I have a lot of stuff to carry all over, and-" He stopped abruptly. 'Okay, I guess. He ate all of his blueberries and wrapped his berries up. "Okay, I'm going." He hobbled up. "Do I REALLY have to leave?" He whined to himself as he picked up his berries. Well, I don't want to cause a fight. His raspberries spilled, and Sandy Clarks shrieked like a kit, and his blackberries and strawberries dropped when he opened his mouth. "Great heavens!" He yowled as he tried to get his berries back in order. "My precious berries!" He muttered as the fell out of the leaves, again.
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Post by Firehaze on Dec 27, 2018 3:15:12 GMT -5
Driftingwind gave a shaky purr. "Kits w-will be kits," he mewed softly as he licked the fur on his shoulders smooth and tried to make it lay flat again. He was easily startled, so that didn't help his case much either. He glanced at Beetelfur and cleared his throat, trying to steady his racing heart. He'll make a f-f-fine hunter with stalking and p-pouncing skills like that." He tried to sound steady, but his voice wavered and he stuttered. He cursed himself mentally, wondering why he could never hold a steady sentence without stumbling over a word or getting tongue tied.
((Sorry this is so short ))
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Dec 27, 2018 16:49:45 GMT -5
Hollykit was stuck in the nursery, playing mossball by herself. This isn't very fun, She thought resentfully as the ball rolled around in her grasp. She stood up and stretched. It was time for a new day! She stepped foot outside, the sun blinding her for a moment. Hollykit opened her eyes, dazed, and padded forward. She meowed in happiness and padded around a patch of flowers and sniffed them. Ah, this smells good! She thought as she drew back and looked up at the sky, wondering what it would be like to fly up there, soar like a great bird, and dive back down to the earth below.
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