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Post by 𝕃𝕪𝕤𝕤𝕒 on Apr 21, 2019 18:19:10 GMT -5
(sleight Your characters look good! As far as family relationships go, I think Robinfall and Silentstorm would make interesting siblings. I have some ideas about them actually, I'll dm them to you! For the rest, it will be up to their rpers if they're alright with your characters being related. For Scorchpaw, it will be up to owlspots if they want to give Thornpaw a sibling. I don't mind Roselight having another kit though.)
"Let's get you both back to camp and resting, yeah?" Roselight suggested, drawing her tongue over her son's ear and nudging both him and her apprentice back toward camp. "Crescentmoon'll want to take a look at that eye, I'm sure."
Stormfeather nodded. "Do you think Frozenstar would give their old territory back to them?" he asked. "The tunnels are all but gone, after all. I don't know if they would even want to come back after such a calamity."
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Post by sleight on Apr 21, 2019 20:19:43 GMT -5
(Alright, wonderful. All of my characters are open if anyone would like to RP.)
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Post by patchtail on Apr 21, 2019 20:20:38 GMT -5
I’ll be poofy but I’ll rp, I have Crowtalon and Lester)
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Post by sleight on Apr 21, 2019 21:27:14 GMT -5
(Alright I’ll put up some posts. Also, does Scorchpaw have a mentor yet?)
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Post by sleight on Apr 21, 2019 21:46:56 GMT -5
(This one is for Lester)
The pads on Saf’s feet were worn and cracked. Her tongue felt as dry as the dead leaves she was walking in. She had been traveling for almost two days and hadn’t come across another water source since that morning. And now, it was almost dusk, and she felt as though she couldn’t travel any longer. But she had to keep going. Once Ryker realized she had left, he would undoubtably send patrols to look for her, and she needed to get as far away as possible so he could never find her again. Deciding that it might be easier to plot her path from higher up, Saf nimbly scales the closest tree, and carefully made her way out on one of the upper limbs. With a sigh of relief, she took in the barn that was just on the horizon. Shelter. She thought, and licked her lips as she thought of the possible mice that might inhabit the place. Now encouraged by the potential promise of food and shelter, Saf leaped down from the tree and began the trek towards the barn, a new spring in her step now that she had a firm destination. Soon, she would find a new place. A fresh start.
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Post by sleight on Apr 21, 2019 21:56:44 GMT -5
Silentstorm stretched as he woke up, early as always, before making his way out into the heart of the camp. There was a hunger in the large tom’s belly, but he ignored it. He wouldn’t eat until he had been on a patrol or hunting party. Or both. Spotting the deputy—who happened to be his sister—Silentstorm padded towards her, with nothing but a simple nod of greeting. “Am I to be sent on any patrols this morning?” He asked, his voice deep and low. The tip of his tail flicked as he awaited her answer, and his claws dig into the dirt beneath his feet. The Tom was itching to leave camp, but he had to check in with Robinfall to see if She had assigned him to a patrol. Once he knew that information, he could decide how he was planning to spend the rest of his day. Of course, it was never easy having to report to his sister, but Silentstorm respected the warrior code, and thus did as was expected of him.
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Post by patchtail on Apr 21, 2019 22:02:19 GMT -5
(This one is for Lester) The pads on Saf’s feet were worn and cracked. Her tongue felt as dry as the dead leaves she was walking in. She had been traveling for almost two days and hadn’t come across another water source since that morning. And now, it was almost dusk, and she felt as though she couldn’t travel any longer. But she had to keep going. Once Ryker realized she had left, he would undoubtably send patrols to look for her, and she needed to get as far away as possible so he could never find her again. Deciding that it might be easier to plot her path from higher up, Saf nimbly scales the closest tree, and carefully made her way out on one of the upper limbs. With a sigh of relief, she took in the barn that was just on the horizon. Shelter. She thought, and licked her lips as she thought of the possible mice that might inhabit the place. Now encouraged by the potential promise of food and shelter, Saf leaped down from the tree and began the trek towards the barn, a new spring in her step now that she had a firm destination. Soon, she would find a new place. A fresh start. Sorry just got out of work ^.^ ) Lester sat on his usual fence looking across the field toward the forest thinking about the one clan cat he met a few sunrises ago. His green eyes watched over the field like a hawk looking for prey ‘at least this area is mine since no one else stays here’ he mumbled aloud to himself before he faintly saw movement in the woods at the edge of the field and squinted his eyes trying to make out what it was
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Post by sleight on Apr 21, 2019 22:03:10 GMT -5
Before the sun was even up, Scorchpaw had snuck out of the apprentice’s den, gingerly making his way through the tangle of other apprentices, careful not to step on any tails. Once he was out, he quietly made his way out of a secret hole he had found in between the elders den and the medicine den, and burst out into the fresh air, pausing momentarily to admire the slowly dimming starlit sky before darting off into the darkness. The black Tom easily blended into the shadows of the early morning, making it easy for him to camouflage himself as he made his way to his destination: the collapsed Flashclan tunnels.
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Post by sleight on Apr 21, 2019 22:17:26 GMT -5
Once she was close enough, Saf prepared to move from the woods into the open field. She hesitated, however, and sniffed the air. There was a slight breeze at her back, which made her frown, since it meant that any creature downwind would catch her scent, thus putting her at a disadvantage. But the thought of a good meal and a warm place to sleep outweighed any potential threats. Besides, she was a decent fighter, despite her small stature. So, it was decided. She would continue. Lowering into more of a crouch, the pale she-cat made her way through the tall grass, that reached to about her shoulder, giving her decent coverage. As she approached, her icy blue eyes scanned her surroundings, looking for any sign of danger. And when her gaze landed on the fence that separated her from the barn, she froze. Perched upon the fence was a large tom, who was staring right at her.
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Post by patchtail on Apr 21, 2019 22:22:12 GMT -5
Lester saw the she-cat after she made her way into the field, her scent faintly hitting his nose ‘not a clan cat’ he thought to himself until she was close enough and spotted him. He started down at the other cat his dark green eyes unreadable as he stared into hers. He slowly stood not breaking his stare and flexed his claws slight “who are you?” He asked in a monotone voice to hide his emotion
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Bisexual
𝕃𝕪𝕤𝕤𝕒
Good to be back
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Post by 𝕃𝕪𝕤𝕤𝕒 on Apr 21, 2019 22:35:01 GMT -5
Silentstorm stretched as he woke up, early as always, before making his way out into the heart of the camp. There was a hunger in the large tom’s belly, but he ignored it. He wouldn’t eat until he had been on a patrol or hunting party. Or both. Spotting the deputy—who happened to be his sister—Silentstorm padded towards her, with nothing but a simple nod of greeting. “Am I to be sent on any patrols this morning?” He asked, his voice deep and low. The tip of his tail flicked as he awaited her answer, and his claws dig into the dirt beneath his feet. The Tom was itching to leave camp, but he had to check in with Robinfall to see if She had assigned him to a patrol. Once he knew that information, he could decide how he was planning to spend the rest of his day. Of course, it was never easy having to report to his sister, but Silentstorm respected the warrior code, and thus did as was expected of him. Robinfall looked up as Silentstorm approached her, offering her brother a polite nod. The two of them had never been especially close despite being littermates. Well, Robinfall wasn't especially close with anyone, and hadn't been for moons. "No, not today," she replied, flicking her thick tail around her paws. "I've already sent out the morning patrols, so there won't be anything else until mid-day." Her replies are curt and professional, as they were with everyone else in the Clan. She'd never been one to give special treatment to her kin. It was evident in her relationship with her daughter Pheasantheart as well, the two either painfully polite to each other or locked in some sort of argument.
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Post by patchtail on Apr 21, 2019 22:39:41 GMT -5
I’ll post starter in a minute for you faline)
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Post by patchtail on Apr 21, 2019 22:49:09 GMT -5
(For 𝕃𝕪𝕤𝕤𝕒 ) Crowtalon emerged from the warriors den with a scowl when he noticed he dragged half his moss nest with him because of his one paw where his claws didn’t retract. He shuffled awkwardly out of the way and sat down as he worked on detangling his claws from the mossy mass, he paused glancing up to see if anyone noticed his embarrassment
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Post by patchtail on Apr 21, 2019 23:06:03 GMT -5
Crowtalon’s ears grew out as he sat on the opposite side of the opening and glanced over to Gingertail, “I guess so” he mumbled as he grabbed part of the moss trail in his mouth trying to pull off his unsheathed claws his ears growing hotter as he struggled to detangle the moss
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Post by sleight on Apr 21, 2019 23:28:31 GMT -5
Lester saw the she-cat after she made her way into the field, her scent faintly hitting his nose ‘not a clan cat’ he thought to himself until she was close enough and spotted him. He started down at the other cat his dark green eyes unreadable as he stared into hers. He slowly stood not breaking his stare and flexed his claws slight “who are you?” He asked in a monotone voice to hide his emotion Saf straightened from her crouch until she was at her full height, and smirked at the flexing tom. "No need to get your fur all riled up. I'm just passing through," She replied coolly, her pale eyes scanning the other cat as she passed judgement on him. The tom was bigger than her, no doubt, but she hoped she had her street smarts on her side. Taking a seat, she refrained from looking at the stranger, and instead proceeded to begin grooming her coat--a tactic she had learned to both put her opponents at ease, as well as make herself appear confident rather than afraid. Pausing momentarily, she lazily glanced back up at him before nodding to the barn. "You live here?" She asked, before wrapping her tail neatly around her paws as she awaited his response, giving off no signs that she was in a hurry.
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Post by sleight on Apr 21, 2019 23:32:56 GMT -5
Silentstorm nodded as he listened to her reply, before glancing around the clearing. Spotting Crowtalon and Gingertail nearby, he returned his gaze to Robinfall. "Want me to take those two hunting then? Clearly they have nothing better to do," he suggested, his tone slightly tinged with annoyance at the mess the tom had left in his wake. There was a trail of moss leading out of the warriors' den, straight to where Crowtalon stood. Hopefully the warrior was planning on cleaning up after himself, but if he didn't, Silentstorm could always have one of the apprentices do the job as well.
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Post by patchtail on Apr 21, 2019 23:33:47 GMT -5
Lester flicked his dark brown tail as the shecat seemed to not be phased by him, he looked her over as she groomed herself trying to understand where the cat came from “I do live here” he mumbled as he relaxed a bit but kept his ears pricked keeping himself alert “since I do live here, I’ll ask again, who are you?” His eyes slightly more stern
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Post by sleight on Apr 21, 2019 23:41:33 GMT -5
Saf gave him a sly smile before answering. "My name's Saf," she said coyly, before leaping up so she was perched next to him on the fence, their noses only inches apart. "And your name is?" the white she-cat asked, tilting her head to once side as she studied him from up close. The tip of her tail twitched back and forth as she waited, keeping her balanced atop the thin railing of the fence.
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Post by patchtail on Apr 21, 2019 23:46:01 GMT -5
Lester was caught off guard when Saf jumped up next to him and was almost nose to nose with him, he took a few steps backwards along the rail with ease showing he definitely spent a lot of time on the fence. Lester shook his head before answering “Well my name is Lester” he meowed “can you not get so close next time?” He grumbled the last part
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Post by sleight on Apr 21, 2019 23:52:44 GMT -5
Saf smirked at the fact that she had startled the larger tom, but did not dwell on the fact. "Sincerest apologies, Lester," She mewed, emphasizing his name before jumping down on the other side of the fence, and beginning to trot towards the barn. The she-cat paused momentarily to glance back over her shoulder, "Well, aren't you going to show me around?"
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Post by patchtail on Apr 22, 2019 0:00:54 GMT -5
Lester scowled for a moment kinda not liking this cat budging into his home but silently agreed since she said she was only passing through “well first, how long do you plan to stay” He asked as he jumped down from the fence with a light thud before briskly catching up to the new cat and taking a small lead as he made his way to a small broken hole in the side of the barn
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Post by sleight on Apr 22, 2019 0:04:49 GMT -5
Saf waited patiently for the brown tom to catch up to her before continuing towards the barn, letting him lead. Hearing his question, the she-cat pondered for a moment, before shrugging, "Not sure. I'm looking for a fresh start. I just don't know where that fresh start is going to begin." She explained as she followed him into the barn. "Nice place you've got here. Sure beats the alley ways I grew up in," she commented, remembering the harsh streets full of cruel two-legs and nasty smelling monsters. She definitely did not want to go back.
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Post by patchtail on Apr 22, 2019 0:09:23 GMT -5
Lester shook his head as he jumped up onto a few hay stacks that lead up to a landing up near the roof “well I stay away from the two legs as much as I can, I leave them alone and they pretty much leave me alone” he told her as he reached the landing near the roof “so you came all the way from the city? I had a few cats pass through here from the city a season or two ago”
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Post by sleight on Apr 22, 2019 0:21:16 GMT -5
Saf watched Lester scale the haystacks with ease, and followed suit. The haystalks weren't the kindest to her cracked paws, but she ignored the pain, and settled down on the landing, thankful to finally have time to rest. "Yes I did. It was about a two day journey, but I made it." She explained, leaving out why she left and hoping he wouldn't ask. Having to explain the complexity of a rougue gang of alley cats who were brutally sadistic wasn't exactly the kind of small talk one had upon first meeting a stranger. Hoping to change the subject, she mewed, "So I hate to ask, but is there any way I could hunt here? I'm famished." She hated having to ask for permission from this tom she had only just met, but she didn't have much of a choice.
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Post by patchtail on Apr 22, 2019 0:29:16 GMT -5
Lester didn’t question further, he never really questioned anyone passing through too much unless he had a reason but nodded at her question about hunting glancing back down from the landing toward the rusted old twoleg equipment that looked like it was there for ages and some hay stacks “normally down there you can find mice, the occasional squirrel and sometimes on the other landing..” he paused using his tail to point across the barn to the other landing where there was a big splintered hole in the roof “I tend to catch a bird or two over there if I’m in the mood for one”
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Post by sleight on Apr 22, 2019 0:36:50 GMT -5
Saf’s eyes followed the various hunting spots Lester pointed out, and she nodded in understanding. “Alright. I suppose it’s time to see if my hunting skills from the city translate to the country,” she joked, before carefully climbing down from the loft and landing nimbly on her feet. She winced inwardly as she felt the sharp pain of her landing on her worn down pads, but she did her best to hide it as she did not want to show any weakness. Dropping into a prowl, the she cat quietly made her way through the barn, sticking to the walls and edges where she believed most of the mice would be. Hearing a gentle rustling behind her, Saf carefully turned around to see a plump mouse with its back to her. She froze for a moment before leaping for it, nipping it in the neck to end its life before readjusting her grip on the new catch. Satisfied for the moment, Saf returned to where Lester was sitting to eat her mouse, which took only moments to devour.
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