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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 3, 2019 17:27:15 GMT -5
(Oh! Also Necro, who's Batpaw's mentor? c: )
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 3, 2019 17:31:56 GMT -5
That there is a valid question. Hmm, how about Snakehiss? if Louis is ok with that. Agreed Cac, lets throw Wheatpaw in at the deep end shall we? XD you're welcome to a kit RL
On with replying now! and yay 4 pages!!! That was quick
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 3, 2019 17:46:55 GMT -5
Looking rather torn by the urge to either tackle his mate or tickle him half to death to prove a point and nothing else. The leader merely flicking an ear in the direction of the tom and making a quiet mental note to lace Bouncefire's side of the nest with a thorn or two, perhaps even a louse. Stoic as the muscled leader tended to be, he wasn't above the odd act of revenge on occasion where he deemed it necessary, particularly when it came to the ones he loved. Being the mate of Bouncefire tended to require two things, a healthy serving of patience and the strong will not to kill said loved one no matter how regularly the urge arose. Even though the pair appeared to be utter opposites on the outside, with Bouncefire proving his prefix was rather well suited, and Wolfstar maintaining a straight face in spite of his every attempt. I wouldn't change a thing about him, he rumbled to himself in quiet amusement. "Well," he responded with a surprisingly good natured tone to his voice. "I'm currently praying to StarClan that Barkpool manages to bring down an eagle of some form, if it shuts you up." He grumbled playfully, taking a moment of peace to playfully nuzzle at his mate's side, quickly followed by a well aimed swat to the ear. The thump gentle, a contrast to Wolfstar's bulky size and blundering paws.
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 3, 2019 17:51:47 GMT -5
Barkpool - Foraging Foothills - 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ
After that small mouse, Barkpool had managed to catch another (slightly skinnier) one in the same area. The two creatures dangled enticingly from his jaws and swung back and forth as he trotted back among the foothills to meet back with Wolfstar and Bouncefire. To be honest, he was rather excited to see what his counterparts had caught. Especially Bouncefire... Barkpool wondered what he had caught. Keeping his head up high, the warrior met back with the rest and dipped his head before dropping the two mice on the ground.
“Why, hello, Bouncefire. Two pieces of prey, like me! How great for our clan,” he mewed with a competitive glint in his eyes, putting his shoulders back confidently.
“I think that we all did very well,” Barkpool added, giving his two catches a small nudge and flicking his tail towards Bouncefire and Wolfstar’s catch. He then picked up his prey once more and stretched.
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 3, 2019 17:55:28 GMT -5
I’ll reply with Dustwhisker shortly, 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ , but I’m really poofy
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 3, 2019 18:07:53 GMT -5
(No problem! I’m away from my lap top right now so I can’t get a response up either D:)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 3, 2019 19:20:08 GMT -5
Seeing as Louis hasn't replied in a little while, I'm going to free up Dawnthistle so I can get a starter up for her kitting. Is it ok for her to approach Wheat and Dust 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ and radiolizard?
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 3, 2019 19:30:08 GMT -5
(It’s good for me! I’m still on my phone, so I won’t be able to do layouts, sorry. D: )
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 3, 2019 19:48:16 GMT -5
Yeah, sure! IBut unfortunately I won’t be able to reply until morning.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 3, 2019 20:19:38 GMT -5
It can be done without layouts Cac XD and darn RL nevermind we'll wait till tomorow
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 3, 2019 20:46:32 GMT -5
Yeah, sorry about that. It’s just that if we did it now I’d be really spotty and might not reply, so tomorrow would be a heck of a lot better. Thanks!!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 3, 2019 20:55:10 GMT -5
No problem RL! At least gives more time to anyone else who might wish to claim a kit
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 4, 2019 6:07:49 GMT -5
Good morning!
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 4, 2019 7:06:20 GMT -5
Good morning!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 4, 2019 7:10:35 GMT -5
How are you?
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 4, 2019 10:31:42 GMT -5
Having left her mate to go about his duties for the morning, in spite of her best attempts to swallow a meal, the queen found anything hard to stomach. Restless and uncomfortable, admittedly the queen had been grateful when her mate had retreated to go about his duties for the day, Dawnthistle wanted to find a corner to herself to rest for a little while. It was odd for her to feel so tired, even pregnant the calico was a rather energetic cat by nature. Yet now she found herself drained and aching, feeling somewhat guilty about returning to her nest so early. But instinct drove her to find somewhere to settle and rest her head. Great StarClan why am I so tired? She grumbled, flashing her fangs as a wave of nausea bit through her frame. Resisting the urge to throw up, the rounded shecat turned away and slipped through the nursery entrance with a lash of her tail. Curling up into a tight ball and burrowing her face into the soft moss of her nest. Eyes shut tight as she allowed the darkness of sleep overwhelm her. Waking up a short while later with a jerk, at first forgetting where she was in a somewhat delirious state. Dawnthistle let out a soft grumble, curling back up into a ball and attempting to return to sleep. But that's when she felt it, like someone was tearing their claws through her insides, Dawnthistle cried out in surprise at the sensation. Ears pinned flat to her head with a furious snarl, the calico lifted herself to her paws with a whimper. Circling her nest impatiently, assuming at first it was a rather vicous bout of stomach ache. But as time progressed with little relief from the discomfort and growing agony, fear sprouted in her chest that this could be something else. . Heaving herself onto uneasy paws, the dappled shecat pulled free of the nursery. Every step felt like it took an eternity and every so often pain would split her open once again. Ignoring the strange looks she recieved from a number of clanmates, occasionally growling at anyone who came close enough to ask questions. Not in the mood to see anyone except for either Dustwhisker or Wheatpaw to stop this from hurting. After what felt like a journey of a thousand miles, the struggling calico found herself at the entrance of the rock formation that made the medicine cat's den. Pushing through its entrance without asking as much as permission, Dawnthistle called out. Gritting her teeth as she growled, "Dustwhisker, Wheatpaw. I need help." She growled, ears flat to her head in pain as further contractions wracked through her system. Stealing her breath from her lungs.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 4, 2019 12:46:50 GMT -5
(Your guys’s Time zones must be way ahead of mine. xD It’s 9:46 where I am!)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 4, 2019 12:49:00 GMT -5
5:48pm over here XD
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 4, 2019 13:00:33 GMT -5
(Wow that’s a huge difference! You must stay up late man!)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 4, 2019 13:03:11 GMT -5
I'm weird, I don't sleep tonnes personally XD never feel tired or anything, just function fine without sleeping tonnes XD I'm odd, but I feel we all know that XD
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 4, 2019 13:26:46 GMT -5
Wheatpaw
"Never give up on your dreams! One day, they will come true." Dawnthistle emerged into the den just as Wheatpaw's wounds were getting treated with the poultice her mentor had crafted. She smiled up at Dustwhisker gratefully, and then pushed to her paws. But, before anything else could be said or done, the heavily pregnant queen limped her way into the den, grunting and groaning with pain. Alarm caused the little apprentince's fur to stand on end, she looked at Dawnthistle, from a distance of course. She still felt hesitant to take the lead in any situation, and knew Dustwhisker would be better to examine her up close. Besides, Dawnthistle was scary...
"What's the matter Dawnthistle?" Wheatpaw's voice carried a soft, worried tone. Her eyes drifted to her stomach, where she watched it pulsate violently with contractions. What?! Already?! Wheatpaw felt numb. She knew that Dawnthistle was kitting, or at least, she had a very strong assumption, but she waited for Dustwhisker to make the observation herself. Oh crap oh crap oh crap! I'm not ready for this!
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 4, 2019 13:32:57 GMT -5
Bouncefire
"I always like to start the day off on the right paw!" Bouncefire grinned at Barkpool, trotting up and brushing against his shoulder in a silent way of conveying 'Great hunt!' He looked at the prey held squarely in his jaws. They had managed to bring back an amazing lot of prey for their clan! StarClan really was watching over them today. "So uh... Who won?" His paws tapped on the ground impatiently, he sort of looked like a kit who really had to go make dirt. "You brought two and I brought two, but which one has more meat on their bones?" He looked at his stock, then to Barkpool's and back again. Luckily for everyone, Bouncefire was very competitive, but he wasn't a sore loser. The worst thing he would do is refuse defeat for long, challenging the opponent to a rematch as soon as possible so he could come out the victor.
Bouncefire turned his head to the mediator, Wolfstar. "What do you think, Wolfstar?" He asked. It wasn't very fair, asking his mate for his opinion, but he was the third party, and Bouncefire trusted Wolfstar to give the honest truth, it wasn't in him to lie.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 4, 2019 13:50:00 GMT -5
(Shall reply soon! Just eating dinner so bare with please )
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 4, 2019 14:21:40 GMT -5
In clear and severe discomfort, the panting queen made no attempts to hide nor sugarcoat her frustration at the apprentice's rather stuttered response. A flash of her pearly white fangs accompanied by a low and resonating growl from deep in her chest did a good job of conveying her frustrations. She responded in a less than kind "That's your job to find out what in StarClan's name is wrong with me I think," she hissed ill naturedly. Dawnthistle was hardly known to be the friendliest of creatures at the best of times, but pain and a fear she was doing a good job of concealing stripped away all former filters which might have run through her frame. If pushed she looked like she would have willingly ripped fur out of either medicine cat or her apprentice for their troubles. The queen was in pain, she wanted help not stupid questions. But a further and especially intense contraction stole her further retort before it could part her lips again. Collapsing half through choice and half with little other option into a nearby nest. The queen tensed as a ripple tensed her rounded stomach. Her slender frame working to birth her kits, putting the calico through agony.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 4, 2019 14:38:18 GMT -5
Wheatpaw
"Never give up on your dreams! One day, they will come true." Wheatpaw stomached the desire to roll her eyes and grumble at the queen's rude response. She instead just took a step back and lowered her head. She'd... Just let the medicine cat take care of this, Dustwhisker knew what she was doing. Wheatpaw was bad at hiding her feelings, so it was clear to anyone that she was hurt - but she wasn't going to bring that up. There were more important matters going on here, so instead of whining Wheatpaw turned around towards the herb storage and began to pull down some herbs that she thought might be neccesary. Needless to say, the little golden shecat had no experience in this sort of thing, but she knew what the majority of herbs did here.
She pulled down a couple fuzzy boarge leaves, knowing that they helped aid with a queen's milk productivity, the dandelion looking plant she knew as Coltsfoot, it would help with shortness of breath if Dawnthistle was having trouble breathing. She then grabbed a ball of moss and trotted over to the small, trickling stream that weaved down the den wall. She gathered the water in the moss, and lastly grabbed a sturdy twig. Is this everything? She thought to herself, she couldn't think of anything else, but she would be eager to grab anything Dustwhisker asked her to.
Wheatpaw bounded back to her mentor will the collected herbs and laid it at her feet without glancing at Dawnthistle. "Is this everything you think you need, Dustwhisker?"
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 4, 2019 14:45:34 GMT -5
In his opinion the only celebration needed was for the fact they had managed to find a reasonable amount with which they could feed their hungering clanmates in the depths of leafbare, and wasn't quite sure of the necessity for competitiveness when in his, rather 'socccer mother' opinion, was that they were all in need of congratulations. Particularly due to his own achievement in catching the hare in spite of its best attempts at evasion. Yet the muscled tom allowed himself a quiet chuckle in regards to the pair of younger warriors. "Frankly I think you both managed to do rather well," he responded with a twitch of his whiskers. But he knew all too well that neither tom cat was likely going to take that as an answer. "But if you are so insistent on an answer," he continued with an amused shake of his head. The leader allowed his gaze to linger on both small piles of prey. As though truly contemplating and judging what the pair had caught, eyes even narrowing with concentration as he looked with great thought. As though wondering the fate of a traitor, not deciding something menial like which catch was the best. Responding after a few heartbeats off careful silence, the dark furred leader straightened up and made his tone of voice purposefully deeper. Putting on more of a performance than he was meaning any truth in his words. "After much careful and deep thought about the matter at hand," he crafted his wording to sound more posh than he might usually have done. His dark grey gaze light with a quiet playfullness few were ever privy to, save maybe Bouncefire. "Well Bouncefire's catches are, in theory larger animals it doesn't appear they have as much meat on their bones as would be usual for the species," he drew his tail around him. Eyes closed; more a tom conveying a message from starclan in that moment than he was a member of a patrol or even a leader. "But still Barkpool's catches look rather old, meaning the meat whilst more plentiful is likely stringier than Bouncefire's." He finished with a hefty sigh, as though deeply troubled by all of this. Suddenly the tom cat's eyes sprung open, a fire lighting them with a sudden burst of energy and playfullness as he lunged forward past his clanmates, to grab the hare. Saying quickly, "Which makes my catches clearly superior, hence I am the winner." And bolted away, challenging the toms left in his dust to a race.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 4, 2019 14:49:45 GMT -5
(Oh my gosh that was so cute! ;D; I'll wait to respond for Radiolizard! I need a nickname for ya girl, maybe Lizzy? xD IF you're okay with that!
Edit: CAN DO! >:3 I'LL JUST KEEP EDITING THIS POST FOREBER AND EVER AND EVER.)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 4, 2019 14:53:42 GMT -5
Cac you are forbidden from ever responding to anything ever again, you are dark forest leader now and forever more XD Don't ruin it!
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 4, 2019 14:58:18 GMT -5
Getting replies up!
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 4, 2019 15:14:28 GMT -5
Dustwhisker - Camp - 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ
Dustwhisker stood aside for the majority of the time, watching to see what Wheatpaw would collect. Nodding slowly, she silently approved of the young apprentice’s decisions. Borage, a twig, coltsfoot, and wet moss. Practically everything a queen might possibly need. Maybe she had underestimated Wheatpaw’s skill... Once Wheatpaw had deposited everything at her paws, she was pulled out of her thoughts.
“Yes, that’s all we need. Kitting is a very natural process, it needs little help. Now Dawnthistle, you need to calm down. Here,” she quickly mewed, moving the twig a bit closer to the queen, “bite down on this if it hurts too much. Push when you feel that you need to, only at the right time. You shouldn’t take anything for the pain, so just comfort yourself that this will all be over soon.” Dustwhisker spoke briskly, any traces of worry replaced by steely concentration. Her tail twitched and she pawed at the ground in a display of not fear but something else.
”Oh, and Wheatpaw. When the kits are born I need you to help me with nipping off the birth sac so that they can breathe. If one needs a bit of help, lap at its’ chest fur the wrong way. That’s all you need to know,” she added quickly before turning her attention to the queen and away from her apprentice. She felt her heart beat slightly faster than normal, but calmed herself. A level head was all that she needed.
*I’ll get Barkpool’s stuff up soon
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