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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Jan 7, 2019 22:21:38 GMT -5
Heatherspots || cptsisko || ElmClan Camp{ ooc ;; n/a }Heatherspots didn't miss Swiftfur's wrinkling nose- he let out a triumphant chuckle when he realized he had successfully annoyed her. He knew he was an irritating fellow; he wore the title almost too proudly. Before giving the she-cat a final answer, the tom took his precious time finishing his shrew, making sure to clean every bone of meat. After he got up to discard the remains, he spent a little more time grooming his face clean of the remains of his food. Why not peeve the she-cat a little more while he had the chance?"I guess that's fine," he sighed after finishing making sure his whiskers were neat. "Not that I can't find anyone else. Who wouldn't want to patrol with me?" He sent another sly smirk. "Of course I would come back. I would be utterly bored not if I wasn't able to annoy you." Finally standing with a luxurious stretch, the tom padded towards the camp's exit. "You coming or not? I've got a tight schedule." Lavenderpaw || cptsisko || ElmClan Camp{ ooc ;; n/a }Lavenderpaw relaxed when Quickstar assured her that Bramblepelt would be considered. It was nice for her opinion to be listened to. She was ready to get up and leave the leader in peace, but decided against it as the elder she-cat stood up herself. Being careful to give the leader room while she stretched, Lavenderpaw opened her jaws to wish her fair well when the leader spoke once more. The LaPerm blinked, surprised by what Quickstar was suggesting. "You want to see how I hunt?" Well, it wasn't that shocking, since the leader probably didn't know much about her progress as a mentorless apprentice. Though the idea was daunting for Lavenderpaw, even though she was confident in her hunting skills. Sorrelwhisker || cptsisko || ElmClan Camp{ ooc ;; n/a }
"Let's deliver the squirrel first, before someone else takes it," Sorrelwhisker decided after comparing her options. "I'm sure Eveningwillow will appreciate it. I bet she's hungrier than even you." The molly brightened at the tom's next question. "I love kits," she purred in response. "They're so cute and fun to play with. Sometimes I wish I were still young, without a care in the world." Her blue eyes softened as they drifted towards the nursery. "I'd love to raise my own one day. Being a mother sounds amazing." And that was the truth. Sorrelwhisker spent so much time doting over other's children, it would be silly if she didn't want a litter of her own.
Breaking herself from thought, the pretty she-cat beckoned Bramblepelt with her fur. "C'mon, let's go fetch those prey."
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Post by cptsisko on Jan 8, 2019 0:04:37 GMT -5
Swiftfur --- Camp (this just in, local tom found dead in the woods)
Swiftfur finished off her breakfast, trying her best to ignore the tom's antics. Her tail was flicking back and forth in more agitated manner now, though she did her best to hide it. "I never agreed to come with you. " Still, she followed him towards the entrance of the camp. Despite her protestations, she couldn't very well say no to patrol duty. Especially since she knew if she did refuse, it would only prove the tom's point, and she couldn't let that happen, could she?
Quickstar --- Camp
"You've been training with all the warriors in camp. Surely you've learned many things. I want to see how you put them into use. Finish waking up, eat if you'd like. Meet outside camp in 20 minutes."
And with a smile, those were the last words the leader spoke to the apprentice before she flitted away like a cloud of smokes, climbing back to the top of the Elm.
Bramblepelt --- Camp
" Kits are nice and all... I just don't know if I'd be the best father. I'd like to have some one day, if I met the right molly but..." He flushed, turning away from Sorrelwhisker as he shook out his fur. He'd spoken far too much about this, and he didn't want to further embarrass himself in front of his friend. He'd never leave it down.
Standing and clearing his throat, he grabbed the fat squirrel of his desires into his jaw. "Lefs go drofs thifs offs." He said with a mouthful of squirrel butt.
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 8, 2019 8:03:41 GMT -5
Anyone open?))
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Jan 8, 2019 18:50:17 GMT -5
(I have Lakeheart open to anybody who is willing to roleplay!)
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Post by cptsisko on Jan 8, 2019 19:44:41 GMT -5
( heiufhiugh bean your signature )
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Jan 8, 2019 19:45:25 GMT -5
Lol))
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 9, 2019 11:19:24 GMT -5
I have all my cats open))
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Jan 9, 2019 18:35:06 GMT -5
Heatherspots || cptsisko's Quickstar || ElmClan Camp{ ooc ;; LMAO }"Well, you're still following after me, aren't you," the wily tom teased, flicking his tail under her nose. He was glad that he hadn't gone back to sleep; he would've missed out on an entertaining morning. "Any good ideas on where to go?" Heatherspots asked while pushing past the thick wall of brambles encasing the camp. He was grateful for the protection, of course, but getting past it was another thing. He could lose half of his pelt to the thicket if he wasn't careful. The tom recalled a time where he hadn't been paying much attention to where he was going, too distracted by talking with a clanmate to notice that he was about to fall into the brambles. It had taken days for him to rid himself of the thorns and burs that tangled his pale coat and weeks for his many scratches to heal. Now, Heatherspots took the barrier more seriously and avoided it as much as possible. Lavenderpaw || yikes' Quickstar || ElmClan Camp { ooc ;; n/a }
Lavenderpaw nodded in understanding, trying to cover her anxiousness as the leader disappeared back up the tree. Even though she had been training for four moons now, longer than the other apprentices, she still felt like a brand new trainee when it came to hunting with the leader alone. Screwing her eyes shut tight, the apprentice prayed she would do the best she had ever done before.
The she-cat was a little too nervous to eat, but she knew she had to keep her energy up if she was to go hunting shortly. Lavenderpaw gulped down a mouse quickly before giving herself a quick wash; she wanted to be a little more presentable. Then, after a little while longer, the LaPerm was waiting outside of the camp exactly as Quickstar instructed. Her heart was already thudding against her chest, even though she wasn't even hunting yet. The molly glanced around nervously, waiting for any sign of the leader.
Sorrelwhisker || yikes' Bramblepelt || ElmClan Camp { ooc ;; n/a }
"I think you'd make a great father," argued Sorrelwhisker, looking completely serious for a moment before becoming playful once more. Seeing Bramblepelt all flustered about getting personal was funny to the molly. She padded after her friend when he rose, letting out a snicker when he turned around with the squirrel's rear in his mouth. "Yeah, let's go," she purred before leading the way over to the nursery. She hoped Eveningwillow was hungry; the squirrel she had caught was quite large if she said so herself. She didn't doubt the queen's ability to finish it; she had seen the pregnant warrior nearly devour a whole rabbit herself.
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 9, 2019 18:36:22 GMT -5
Ok seriously, does anyone have an open cat??))
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Jan 9, 2019 19:07:30 GMT -5
Ok seriously, does anyone have an open cat??)) ( we’re about to take a squirrel to eveningwillow )
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 9, 2019 20:35:05 GMT -5
ok)))
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Post by cptsisko on Jan 11, 2019 1:35:31 GMT -5
Quickstar -- Camp Quickstar watched from a well hidden bush, keeping her eye on her apprentice. She stood silently, even her breath didn't seem to move. She wanted to see if the Apprentice would be able to notice the Leader's presence without having to announce it.
Swiftfur-- Territory Swiftur paused by the border and gave herself a few quick licks as she decided on where to go. " The Moors need patrolling. It's cloudy enough, probably won't be any birds out. We should try it. Bring Fidgetpaw with us maybe? Teach 'em the ropes?" Though the moors were dangerous, with two warriors, her cousin's apprentice should be fine.
Bramblepelt -- Camp Bramblepelt padded towards the nursery, his tail every so often curling around Sorrelwhiskers as they moved. " Good morning, Eveningwillow! We brought you a squirrel." He sat a good bit away, and motioned for Sorrelwhisker to drop off the squirrel for the pregnant she-cat.
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 11, 2019 1:50:14 GMT -5
Eveningwillow |Nursery| The ragdoll she-cat was curled up in her nest, her belly plump but not yet swollen as it should be when she would kit. As the two warriors entered the white furred queen lifted her head, her eyes going bight when she spotted the squirrel they were carrying. "Please tell me that's for me." She mewed, her mouth already watering at the sight of it. She shifted in her nest to get more comfortable, then felt a kick in her belly and smiled down at it softly.
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Post by cptsisko on Jan 11, 2019 1:53:42 GMT -5
Bramblepelt -- Nursery
"Yep! Hot of the presses, just for you. " He takes the Squirrel from his companion's jaw and brings it over to the plump warrior. " We thought you'd probably be hungry, so we saved the fattest squirrel we could find." After setting it down, he turned around and took his place by Sorrelwhisker's side.
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 11, 2019 1:56:10 GMT -5
"Starving. Ever since I started expecting I've had the appetite of a badger." She quickly gulped down a few bites of the squirrel, relishing in the taste. "So, what's going on it camp today?"
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 11, 2019 12:10:20 GMT -5
Starters for anyone who wants them)) Grimvale-Camp Black fur shone in the sunlight as a medium sized tom slid his way out of the warriors den, his one good eye scanning the camp evenly. As he pulled his whole body from the den, the tom shook out his fur and stretched each limb diligently, being careful to feel for any pain that's worse than normal. Once complete, the warrior moved through the camp, taking stock of the fresh-kill pile and who all were in camp. Asking about border patrols and what others were doing or the day. Once complete the tom set out to find Coalfur, needing to get his daily dose of herbs for his eye.
FidgetPaw-Camp The sun blinded the small bundle of ginger fur as he exited the apprentice's den, His fur stick up at odd angles from his tossing and turning and his eyes were still glazed with exhaustion. As the apprentice moved around he spotted his adoptive father Grimvale, making his normal rounds around camp, and smiling softly. He owed his life to the tom, and he would make sure he repaid the favor in full. After stretching out his limbs the tom gazed around, hoping his mentor had some training planned for the day.
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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Jan 12, 2019 22:12:16 GMT -5
Heatherspots || cptsisko's Swiftfur and Jekyll's Fidgetpaw || ElmClan Camp{ ooc ;; sorry for the delay. i haven't been very motivated lately }Heatherspots paused as he listened to the she-cat's suggestions and was surprised to hear her voice less annoyed with him. He couldn't tell whether he was pleased with that or not. "Fair enough. D'you wanna fetch him, or should I?" Apprenticing in ElmClan wasn't a very organized thing apparently, since nobody seemed to care who took out which apprentice, even if the warrior wasn't its mentor. He hoped Hollyflower didn't have any plans for her apprentice since they were taking her's out already. Looking into the camp, the black she-cat wasn't in sight. Perhaps she had gone out without the apprentice, because Fidgetpaw was only just emerging from the apprentices' den. Without waiting for an answer from Swiftfur, Heatherspots called, "Hey Fidgetpaw, are you up for some patrolling this morning?" Lavenderpaw || yikes' Quickstar || ElmClan Territory{ ooc ;; n/a }When the silver-furred leader didn't show up in the next few minutes, Lavenderpaw was beginning to grow worried. Had Quickstar forgotten about her already? Frowning, the young molly gazed around expectantly, as if she waited a little longer, the leader would finally appear. Still nothing. Lavenderpaw fretted to herself for a moment until a familiar scent hit her nose. Immediately becoming alert, the LaPerm's greyish gaze darted around as she sniffed the air. Quickstar was nearby; she was probably already being tested. Finally pinpointing the scent with a quiet, satisfied purr, the apprentice dashed into the bushes to discover the older she-cat's hiding spot. Her eyes shone proudly as she shook the stray leaves from her pelt. Sorrelwhisker || yikes' Bramblepelt and Jekyll's Eveningwillow || ElmClan Camp{ ooc ;; n/a }
The molly's pelt grew warm once more as her tail unintentionally curled with Bramblepelt's. When they reached the nursery, Sorrelwhisker passed the squirrel back over to her friend, growing shy once more at his proximity. Her friendly blue eyes rounded on Eveningwillow, who appeared exceptionally happy to see food being delivered directly to her. "It's the least we could do," Sorrelwhisker purred as Bramblepelt returned to her side.
"Nothing too exciting, yet," the Birman she-cat informed the queen, pleased to see how much the ragdoll cat was enjoying her meal. "But that could change, you know. Anyways, how are you feeling, Eveningwillow?"
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 12, 2019 22:33:22 GMT -5
Fidgetpaw-Camp
The young ginger tom turned upon hearing his name and spotted Swiftfur padded towards him. His ears caught her words and he though for a moment before letting himself smile and pad towards the other. "Sure, I was hoping to get out of camp anyways. Really I wanted to train but I don't see Hollyflower anywhere currently." He glanced around again, thinking that he might have just missed her but still didn't spot the she-cat.
Eveningwillow-Nursery
The she-cat waited to answer, instead busying herself with finishing her meal and then burying the bones as she licked any stray pieces from her muzzle. A small burp came from her and she chuckled lightly at the sound before shaking out the fur on her head and looking back at the two warriors. "I hope something exciting happens, at this pace I'll just be stuck in here with no gossip. Anyways, I'm fine. The kits aren't due for another half moon so I still have some waiting to do. I can't wait to meet them though."
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Post by cptsisko on Jan 14, 2019 3:54:24 GMT -5
Swiftfur -- Camp
Swiftfur wrinkled her nose a bit and shook a few leaves from her fur. "Last I saw, she was off helping Coalfur. It's best if you get out now, or you'll be waiting here quite awhile. " She stretched a bit and motioned to the entrance of camp. "Come on. It's getting pretty late, and I'd rather not sit here and wait for you guys to play 'where's Hollyflower'. "
Quickstar -- Elmclan Territory
" Good! Good, you found me!" Quickstar seemed to chirp, giving the apprentice a proud nudge. "Your nose is sharp. I don't think most people would've been able to catch it so quickly. Well done." She purred, obviously very pleased with Lavenderpaw and her abilities.
Bramblepelt -- Nursery
"That's not long at all! Soon, this place'll be full of kits! Then you won't bored at all. " He smiled, imagining the scene of hyperactive kits running along the nursery, bouncing back moss balls with each other as they played. He remembered when he and Sorrelwhisker used to play in the nursery as well. He leaned on her slightly, as if breathing in the nostalgia.
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 16, 2019 19:53:04 GMT -5
Fidgetpaw-Camp
The tom nodded and followed Swiftfur. "So, what are we doing?" The ginger furred apprentice looked around with bright eyes, her paws itching to get him out of camp and running around. He let out a small yawn and stretched his limbs, shaking the last of the sleep from his limbs finally.
Eveningwillow-Nursery The queen let out a small chuckle and shifted lightly when a small bit of pain shot through her belly. "Yeah, I can't wait. I'm a little worried though because my belly should be bigger by now." She shifted again, her jaw clenching as she fought to stay composed. "Anyways, perhaps you two should get back to your duties? I'm sure there's hunting to be done and borders to patrol." She smiled softly.
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Post by ca$hew ⧉ on Feb 2, 2019 16:51:59 GMT -5
when will the kits be born? is there a time yet?))
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Post by Jekyll on Feb 2, 2019 21:04:40 GMT -5
Not yet. I'm trying to wait for the clan to get more active really))
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Feb 3, 2019 14:52:17 GMT -5
cptsisko Is this clan officially dead?)) Lakeheart fidgeted by the camp entrance, his gaze flitting from den to den. "Ugh... What is there to do today?" He mumbled to himself as his tail flicked from side to side. He stretched, then stood up to get a piece of prey from the fresh-kill pile. He padded over, chose a squirrel for himself, then ran back to his spot. He ate his prey happily, eating half of it with only a few bites. He hadn't realized he was so hungry. I have to think about hygiene! He started to clean himself, the half-eaten squirrel next to him as he cleaned.
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Post by Jekyll on Feb 3, 2019 14:52:54 GMT -5
NOOOOOO
WE CAN"T LET IT DIE)))
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Feb 3, 2019 15:04:06 GMT -5
(Just keep roleplaying. DON'T STOP >:3)
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Post by Jekyll on Feb 3, 2019 15:05:18 GMT -5
WHO DO YOU HAVE OPEN))
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Post by cptsisko on Feb 4, 2019 3:45:56 GMT -5
SLAMS MYSELF IN IM NOT DEAD JUST TIRED AND SICK LMAO
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Post by Jekyll on Feb 4, 2019 10:34:22 GMT -5
Yes! Once everyone is on we can do the kitting!!!))
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Post by Jekyll on Feb 4, 2019 10:36:24 GMT -5
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Feb 4, 2019 19:38:42 GMT -5
(Womp. I have Lakeheart open.)
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