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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 5, 2019 13:35:23 GMT -5
Shes a lil bab. ;w; Im excited to RP her! Awesome! though i think maybe we should wait util Louis and Lizzy are on so it can be maximum cuteness overload. Until then we could RP though? c: Maaaaybe Heatther and Running hare? >;3
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 5, 2019 13:37:22 GMT -5
I have to leave for a while in about half an hour, but till the;sure. Post a starter?
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 5, 2019 13:48:00 GMT -5
Heathersway
"I wonder where trees come from..." The clan was feeling so much brighter since her sister gave birth! Those little kittens, they were her nieces and nephew, and she loved them all to death! A couple days had passed since the birth, and Briarkit and Jaggedkit were bouncing around the nursery, begging to go out and play with the warriors and apprentices! Heathersway spent nearly every waking moment with her sister, Dawnthistle. She had attitude, but they were family, and no matter how she snapped at her, she knew that every tongue lashing was a show of love. But, currently Heathersway needed a break from those bouncing balls of fur!
It was mid-day, the sun was bright, but the cold air of leaf bare still lingered. The shecats soft, golden-white fur was fluffed out against the cold, and her body lay slumped in the morning sun. She felt like a plant! Soaking up the sunshine, heh... She wondered what plants did all day... Heathersway lifted her head and looked around the camp, watching warriors mill about their duties, and apprentices chase after their mentors.
Near the medicine cats den she spotted Wheatpaw trotting towards Dustwhisker with a mouth full of moss, carrying it inside to likely remake the nests for their patients. Batpaw paced outside of the warriors den, most likely waiting for his mentor, Snakehiss, to take him on patrol. That funny man, he was so little, yet so mature already! For a moment Heathersway wished she had an apprentice of her own, but that sounded like a lot of responsibility!
She perked up when she saw Runninghare enter the camp. He was a funny little guy too! She liked him, the two were den-mates nearly all their lives, Heathersway being just a bit older than him always managed to graduate first. But, you get close to someone when you've been together for so long! Heathersway hadn't chatted him with him in a while, so she lifted her long tail in the air and waved to him. "Mornin'!" She called out, even though it was far past morning at this point.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 5, 2019 14:22:56 GMT -5
Sorry I didn't get together Runninghare's coding just yet, so I thought I'd type normally to take up less time before I have to leave. It will be sorted by the time I'm back again tonight!Runninghare - - - 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ , Heathersway. Life had been... interesting, since the delivery of the clan's most recent litter of kits. The canyon was now home to new life, with soft mewls often being heard to echo about the camp and it brought a certain joy to the members of the clan, and it brought joy to the tabby and white tom known as Runninghare. Whilst he hadn't been inside the nursery to visit the clan's newest warriors, namely because Dawnthistle terrified him and he was in a mood to keep his ears in tact. But he couldn't wait to meet the no doubt rambunctious and intelligent scraps of fur a pairing like Dawnthistle and Snakehiss would no doubt produce. Grimacing to himself at the inadvertant thought of Snakehiss, whilst Runninghare hadn't witnessed it himself. He'd heard rumours of the tom cat bolting from the nursery mere moments after the birth of the kittens, and he hadn't been seen casting as much as a passing glance in the direction of the fallen log since then. The tom cat wasn't entirely certain of what to think of it, but he couldn't help but be pessimistic for the kittens in regards to their father. How could anyone not want to be with their own kits? The warrior couldn't help but wonder, in the same place Runninghare would doubt even wildfires and floods would be able to pull him from his litter of kits in the first few days. But then, maybe he underestimated the place of a father in the raising of kits? Either way, something didn't seem right about how Snakehiss reacted about his kittens. However, the warrior didn't have chance to contemplate it for too much longer, as he was pulled free of his thoughts by the sound of a melodic tone of voice calling out to him. Looking up, he smiled in kind greeting when he spotted the rather beautiful Heathersway making her way over to where he had been comfortably grooming in the soft light of late afternoon. Chuckling a little at her mistake in the time of day, choosing to ignore it in a kind gesture, he merely replied with a "Good morning to you too Heathersway." He imagined having spent almost every waking hour fawning over newborn kittens likely made keeping track of the days a difficult task. "And how are the clan's newest arrivals might I ask?" Runninghare admittedly quite liked Heathersay, the pair were rather similar in terms of personality; meaning rather lightheaded and excitable to a frustrating extreme. She was pretty, but likeable and friendly. And whilst Runninghare tended to be in the business of liking pretty much everyone regardless of their feelings towards him, but when it came to Heathersway it felt like something different. Not a thing he could quite put a paw on, but by no means an unpleasant emotion.
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 5, 2019 15:33:47 GMT -5
Briarkit She is clearly her mother’s daughter, appearance-wise. With fluffy orange, white, and dark calico-tabby fur, her presence is quite a sight to see and her personality reflects this too. A sharp, spunky she-cat, Briarkit does not have the same softness that her name would imply. She strives to impress others (especially her father) and defends her siblings aggressively. Fighting seems to be in her blood and perhaps impulsivity too, as Briarkit tends to make quick. decisions on a whim. Her fiery attitude is quite the sight to see! radiolizard Kit Mother is Dawnthistle, father is Snakehiss, brother is Jaggedkit, and sister is Pebblekit
I have my other chars open (or at least I think so), if anyone wants to rp
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 5, 2019 15:34:43 GMT -5
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Post by Louis on Feb 5, 2019 15:35:56 GMT -5
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Post by Louis on Feb 5, 2019 15:59:37 GMT -5
Here are some starters for post-time skip :3
s n a k e h i s s
The past days have been nothing but... awkward, for the abrasive tom. He's gotten many hateful, angry glares thrown his way, and some even from his own mate. Was Dawnthistle even his mate anymore? He wasn't quite sure, but he wasn't too concerned; It was her fault the kits turned out the way they did. There was no way it was Snakehiss' blood that made them turn out weak. Nobody had talked to him directly about his treatment of his kits, and for that he was grateful. They were the last thing he wanted to talk about; He was extremely embarrassed by them. He didn't want to be associated with such weakness, and he was ashamed for his own bloodline to turn out the way they did. Now he was on the prowl for a hunting party. Or a border patrol. Anything to keep him busy; The last thing he wanted was for his curious kits to spot him and try to play with him. Even the thought of the kits wanting to play with him made him scoff. He flicked his tail dismissively as he looked around camp for someone who didn't hate him who might me willing to go hunting with him. A large sigh escaped his throat. Even Snakehiss could get lonely, and now he felt lonelier than ever.
s i l e n t p a w
Silentpaw pushed himself out of the nursery. He had just visited the new kits of the clan, and while Silentpaw may seem emotionless most of the time, family was extremely important to him. And kits always had a piece of his heart, their playful personalities just made his heart melt. He loved how innocent they were, and every time there was a new litter in the clan, excitement bubbled in his belly to have his own kits. A smile formed on his face as he walked away from the nursery, and settled in his signature spot in camp and waited to get called on patrol or for his mentor to come find him. In the meantime, he would settle down and take a quick nap and relax.
i v y c l o u d
Ivycloud noticed Snakehiss in camp looking for something to do, and as his eyes met hers, she scowled. He'd have to look elsewhere. There wasn't often drama in the clan, but he had found himself in the heart of the new drama of the clan. She had a hard time believing any father could abandon his kits like he did. But she didn't want to let him ruin her good mood. She placed her freshly caught fish on the fresh-kill pile, and took a mouse for herself. She settled near the warriors den to eat, taking large bites and finished the mouse in a short time. As she heard the kits playing around, her good mood started to come back. New life within the clan was always a blessing, and she was extremely thankful to Starclan for the good news.
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 5, 2019 16:38:21 GMT -5
Barkpool - In Camp - Louis
Barkpool had noticed that recently there was a bit of drama going on in the clan. With all the joy that the three new kits had brought, he had almost forgotten that Snakehiss “abandoned” his three kits. Usually Barkpool didn’t like to engage in all this stuff desire the fact that he couldn’t help but realize... some of his clanmates had cast angry glares towards the other tom, silently resentful.
Barkpool’s eyes widened as he saw Snakehiss padding around camp. He could tell that his clanmate looked a bit lonely, and, well, awkward. Even he harbored a bit of hate towards him and what he did but not that much. Everybody needed a friend.
Shuffling around for a moment and debating about what to do, Barkpool finally made up his mind to go and talk to Snakehiss. Not about the kits, obviously... maybe he could just make some small talk with the other tom or go hunting with him or socialize-
No more thinking, he told himself. He quickly trotted over to the other side of camp and tipped his head amicably to the smaller tom that looked up at him.
“Hey Snakehiss, uh... how’s it going? You looked a little down over there so I wanted to come see you,” Barkpool mewed, his eyes twinkling with the prospect of friendship and his tail swishing slowly. Not that he wasn’t already friends with practically all the cats in the clan, of course. He loved to talk and, well... who better to talk to than someone who he had barely made any contact with recently?
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Post by Louis on Feb 5, 2019 16:58:35 GMT -5
s n a k e h i s s
Snakehiss turned as Barkpool approached. The pair had never been close friends by any means, and despite their personality differences, Snakehiss had always respected the dark furred tom. He was a good asset in battle and Snakehiss always respected strong warriors. He dipped his head slightly in greeting. "Good morning, Barkpool." He meowed, his deep voice reverberating in his chest. Part of him hated the fact that he was being shown pity; The last thing Snakehiss wanted was others' pity. But the majority of him was grateful. He didn't see any other clan mate coming to talk to him, so he couldn't lie to himself and say he wasn't happy Barkpool had chosen to come socialize with him despite everything else that had been going on. "I appreciate your concern, but I'm doing alright. All this drama will pass eventually." He meowed, sounding confident. "But in the meantime I'd like to keep myself useful. Do you want to go hunting with me?"
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 5, 2019 17:02:44 GMT -5
(Hey Lizzy and Louis! ^w^ Do you guys feel like Rping some kit cuteness? >:3)
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Post by Louis on Feb 5, 2019 17:07:27 GMT -5
I definitely want to c': I can't wait to develop Jaggedkit <3
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 5, 2019 17:10:03 GMT -5
I'm definitely up for cute adorableness!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 5, 2019 17:11:59 GMT -5
Oh, Louis would you please give Jaggedkit a picture so I can add him to the front page? need not be a kitten picture by the way.
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 5, 2019 17:21:11 GMT -5
I would be totally down for some kitten rping! Also 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ , I’ll add a photo to the form I posted too
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Post by Louis on Feb 5, 2019 17:22:10 GMT -5
sure! Here's a pic for him c: I will be getting offline for a little bit, maybe an hour and a half or two hours but I'l be back :3 feel free to rp the kits without me c:
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 5, 2019 17:23:09 GMT -5
Haha thanks RL! Hadn't even seen your form till now, she is adorable. A tiny spunky Dawnthistle will be very cute.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 5, 2019 17:23:17 GMT -5
Wheatpaw
"Never give up on your dreams! One day, they will come true." Clan Camp... With Silentpaw... Louis Wheatpaw spat the last remaining scraps of moss from her mouth, the dry taste was bitter, and it would stick to the roof of her mouth and between the cracks in her fangs for at least a couple hours... But, she had done what she had promised and made the patient's nest nice and clean. Her reward; a break... Finally! The golden tabby couldn't be happier with her new occupation, but it was taxing! Way harder than her warrior training. Dustwhisker was nothing but kind to her, even when she messed up, but the curriculum she had to learn was tough on the poor apprentice... She was very thankful for a break.
She padded out of the den with her head down, and her jaws parted in a yawn. Her paws carried her forward, bumping her chest first into someone passing by. "Oof!" She lifted her head and snapped open her eyes, taking a few steps back. It was Silentpaw, her brother! Her... uh, half brother, but her only brother. She smiled sheepishly, and for a moment they both just looked at each other. Wheatpaw wanted to say sorry, but found her tongue tied, and she just sort of awkwardly laughed and straightened herself again. "Hey Silentpaw! Uh, sorry I wasn't looking where I was going." Her tail flicked side to side, her eyes gleaming with nervousness. Heathersway
"I wonder where trees come from..." "They're wonderful!" Heathersway beamed, pushing up to a sitting position with a little shake of her fur. Just by laying down for a minute on the canyon floor she had gathered dirt in her pelt, though that was the woes of having fluffy, curly fur like she had. She gave her fluffy chest fur a couple of licks, and then swished her tail in front of her, idly combing it with her paws. She wasn't going to mention how she hadn't see Snakehiss spending time with his kits, or how it seemed to affect Dawnthistle. It would only bring the mood down, and if ever possible, Heathersway tried to keep things calm and happy. "They just opened their eyes a couple days ago, and have been heckling their mama night and day." The honey colored molly chuckled softly.
"Well, all except Pebblekit - she hasn't opened her eyes yet. But, I keep telling Dawnthistle that she's just a late bloomer." Pebblekit
"........."
In the depths of the nursery, a small grey body lay snuggled besides it's mothers calico coat, flank slowly rising and falling with calm breaths. They lay facing away from the small amount of sunlight that crept into the den, their tail neatly tucked under their stomach, their front paws hugging around it. Pebblekit, the little kitten was named, had not yet opened her eyes. She listened to the world around her, comforted by the soft breath of her mother, and a little annoyed at the voices of her siblings. They were always trying to ruin her nap time!
She knew the two voices only as Jaggedkit and Briarkit, and the louder, but still warm - though sometimes harsh voice as her mother, Dawnthistle. She liked Dawnthistle... Her fur was soft, and warm, and she smelt of sweet, warm milk. Since her birth, Pebblekit had not left her mother's belly, barely even turning in her seemingly endless slumber. The only time it appeared she was awake was when Dawnthistle got up, Pebblekit would then twist and turn violently, but not make a peep except for the occasional very soft mewl. Where as her siblings were bouncing around and talking up a storm, Pebblekit seemed perfectly content to sleep and sleep and sleep the days away.
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 5, 2019 17:50:38 GMT -5
Barkpool - Camp - louis
Barkpool nodded as Snakehiss spoke, keeping his cheery appearance intact. He was grateful that his fellow warrior and him shared a sort of mutual respect, but they weren’t exactly the most compatible of toms. He continued to nod.
“Yes, of course. It will pass, like all things have,” Barkpool assured Snakehiss quickly before turning his attention to the hunting proposal. The proposal seemed perfectly great, as he hadn’t been out recently and wanted to prove himself as a competent warrior for the first time in the day.
“Also, I’d love to go hunting with you! We should leave now,” he added. It seemed that Snakehiss wanted to be useful too instead of just mucking around and dwelling on the drama, but Barkpool knew that the tom didn’t want his sympathy. Maybe it would be best to talk less and move more...
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 5, 2019 17:52:37 GMT -5
That’s her!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 5, 2019 17:55:12 GMT -5
During her pawful of days of experience as a mother, Dawnthistle had learned that a statue was likely better suited to the job than she. For remaining perfectly still was one of the most essential traits it would appear, for the slightest of movements would result only in a chorus of great protest from her kittens, and it was not a characteristic the slender calico was adept at. So far motherhood had proven to be lonely, the newborns hardly made for much conversation aside from conveying hunger or the need to make dirt just yet, and her sisters and the occasional nosy clanmate were the only company she'd known in the last few days. Her mate not having poked as much as a whisker into the hollow log den, and her loved ones only able to do so much when their duties allowed them a moment of spare time. Dawnthistle's days had been isolated, and her legs were beginning to itch with the want to get out and feel the sunlight on her skin. But she knew, at least for a couple of days yet, the opportunity wouldn't arise. Though she wanted for nothing, an annoying side effect of cats considering her useless with kittens to feed, the queen knew her wishes were rather selfish, but that did nothing to lessen her restlessness Briarkit and Jaggedkit, who had only earned their names the night before after much consideration and little outside help, were proving to be rather rambunctious already. Loud, energetic, and even she had to admit rather sweet creatures who seemed to think they were far bigger than they actually were, were rather eager to explore the world outside their little den. So far only having seen splinters and flickers of clan life outside the safety of the nursery. Dawnthistle was beginning to think they were ready for their first, short venture free of the den, though under her careful observation. And she knew they would appreciate the chance to test their tiny legs for the first time. Yet they weren't her primary concern, rather the tiny scrap of fur curled up beside her flank asleep. The tiny Pebblekit had so far proved herself more a mouse than a kitten. Content in her world of sleep and dreams, she was yet to make as much as a squeak unless Dawnthistle had attempted to move away from her. A difficulty when it came to needing to stretch her legs, groom or do less femininely matters. Her smallest daughter was different, and despite the assurances of the medicine cats and her own sisters, Dawnthistle felt fiercely protective of the stone grey kitten. Lowering her nose to run her tongue gently over the smallest of her kittens in an affectionate gesture, a quiet sigh tugging free of her lips as she lifted Pebblekit up by the scruff of her neck and resting the kitten between her long forelegs. "Still not wanting to see the world, hmm little one?" She spoke mostly to herself with a quiet chuckle.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 5, 2019 17:55:36 GMT -5
Brill, adding now and then I shall reply with Runninghare!
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Feb 5, 2019 17:59:45 GMT -5
(Oh my gosh that's such an adorable picture ;w; )
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 5, 2019 18:15:39 GMT -5
Grateful for his companion's careful evasion of the elephant in the room, kits were a happy occasion regardless of the parents feelings on the matter. And Runninghare was happy to learn the newest arrivals were healthy, his dark green gaze lit with a soft amusement at his companion's exciteable response. Though if one of his own littermates were ever to have kittens, he harboured no doubts that he would be the exact same as Heathersway currently was. Shrugging his shoulders, by no means was the tom a kitten expert of course; but he was an optimist until the end and refused to believe for a heartbeat anything could possibly wrong - the opposite of the father's point of view funnily enough. He chuckled softly, "All kits grow at different rates I'm sure, I bet in no time she'll be bouncing around twice as much as her siblings, to make up for lost time," he declared with a good natured twitch of his long whiskers. Allowing his gaze to wander to the nursery, a soft smile still imprinted on his expression as he continued with a flick of his ears. "If you're not too distracted by cooing over adorable kittens, would you fancy doing something to productive to help feed them?" His words were playful, abolishing any suggestion that it could have harboured any ill will behind his words. "Fancy coming for a hunt?"
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 5, 2019 18:46:17 GMT -5
I want to get a starter for Briarkit up eventually, I wish I wasn’t so busy tonight lol!
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 6, 2019 7:42:57 GMT -5
Good morning all!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 6, 2019 7:49:44 GMT -5
Good morning to you too RL!
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 6, 2019 9:05:21 GMT -5
Just wondering, how old are the kits currently? 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Feb 6, 2019 9:07:41 GMT -5
Probably about three to four days old, i.e. having opened their eyes the day before
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Post by radiolizard on Feb 6, 2019 9:20:39 GMT -5
Briarkit - Nursery - 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ LouisEven at such a young age, Briarkit was already easily excitable. She stumbled around Dawnthistle, not yet firm on her paws but quite speedy for a tiny kit. A young warrior already in the making... Her wide, newly opened eyes were taking in every moment of her life and it amazed the little Briarkit.
She was completely aware of her equally rambunctious brother, her stern-voiced but comforting mother, and had a vague understanding that there was another, weaker kit at Dawnthistle’s side. She didn’t understand. There was so much to do. Why would her little silver sister prefer to sleep? Sleep was only on Briarkit’s mind when she needed it the most, and her energy seemed to be limitless.
With a loud ‘mrrp’ of excitement, Briarkit continued to move around until she bumped into something and lost her balance, falling onto her side like a little bug. She mewled loudly and looked down to see that she had tripped right over her sleeping sister Pebblekit. A little grunt exited her tiny mouth as she tottered back onto her four paws and resumed her exploration.
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