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smokey
we out here
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Post by smokey on Mar 18, 2019 11:17:17 GMT -5
Great Starclan! Leopardstar jumped at the sound of Specklepool's voice. He turned his head to look at his clanmate, trying to contain his surprise. Realizing his fur was standing on end, he shook his pelt, forcing it to lay flat. "Specklepool, hello," he greeted her, dipping his head. "Uh, no, nothing's going on! I was just asking Duskrose to join me on a, uh... patrol!" He suddenly remembered the scent he had smelled near the tree bridge while on his late night walk a few nights ago. "I wanted to check if those scents were on our side of the border again," he said quickly. Leopardstar glanced towards Duskrose, silently begging the she-cat to backup his story. What am I doing? I'm the leader of DawnClan! I don't have to sneak around!
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Wildbriar
On vacation--expect spotty activity
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Post by Wildbriar on Mar 18, 2019 11:42:45 GMT -5
Gorseflower had heard what had gone on between the two apprentices inside. She nodded approval. “Yes, that’s a good idea, Gingerpaw. Cedarpaw can help you out. Now, we don’t currently have any cats occupying the queens’ and elders’ dens, but we could at any time, and the nests have gone stale and scrappy from lack of use. I think I can trust you two to collect some fresh moss and bracken by yourselves in the territory, but I want you to stay within sight of the camp. “And don’t forget you have to collect all the old nesting material and take it to the dirtplace before you start building new ones. Oh! And also, please pluck the feathers off any birds in the fresh-kill pile so they’re ready for newborn kits.” Gorseflower purred and flicked her apprentice’s ear with her tail. “Looks like you have a busy day today! I’m glad you’re so enthusiastic about it! I once knew a cat who faked getting thorns caught in her pad so she wouldn’t have to carry out nest-building duties!” Gorseflower decided to refrain from mentioning the fact that the cat she mentioned had actually been herself when she was an apprentice,
Duskrose nearly jumped out of her pelt when Specklepool came up and greeted her. She listened to Leopardstar’s hastily put-together anecdote while shifting from paw to paw. What was wrong with her? Why was she nervous? She hadn’t done anything wrong! “Yes, that’s right,” she added, glancing at Leopardstar for approval. “We were just going out on, um, patrol.”
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Post by Fern on Mar 18, 2019 12:20:05 GMT -5
(Yall where do I put an application for a character???? This seems like a really cool clan and I would love to join.)
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Genderqueer
smokey
we out here
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Post by smokey on Mar 18, 2019 12:44:24 GMT -5
"Y-Yes, of course!" Leopardstar shot Duskrose an apologetic glance as he turned towards the camp entrance. "Well, the sooner we head out, the better, right?" He began to pad across the clearing, slowing briefly to call out to Gorseflower. "I'm taking Specklepool and Duskrose to check the border near the tree bridge," he explained hastily as they neared the bramble tunnel. "We'll refresh our scent markers while we're there." With that, Leopardstar lead his briskly thrown together patrol out into the forest.
Sylvester dropped down from the tree he had made his nest in for the night and stretch. He could see the sun just barely peeking over the trees. The young tom let out a content sigh as he took in his surrounding. The forest sure is amazing! he thought, recalling the wonderful new experiences he'd had since leaving his twolegs. Feeling particularly adventurous, Sylvester decided to head towards the river and explore more. I bet it looks different during the day!
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Post by Blueflame123 on Mar 18, 2019 13:30:16 GMT -5
Cedarpaw exited the apprentices den and walked over to Gingerpaw. "Let's get to work then. Why don't I handle the nursery and you the elder's den." He told the younger apprentice and made his way to the elder's den. He gathered up the old nesting material and took it over to the dirtplace. He repeated the process a few times until he had removed it all. He then headed over to the fresh-kill pile to start plucking feathers from the birds. Specklepool looked at the two and wondered why they had been surprised by her. Maybe the situation with the cat scents was more dangerous than she thought. "Would it be alright if I went with?" She asked her head dipped. It wasn't like she had anything else to do. Gingerpaw nodded to her mentor and scurried off with Cedarpaw. "Let go to the forest to get new moss!" She purred as she trotted around the other apprentice. She hated waiting on her paws. She followed him as she brought out some old moss and bracken from the nursery, careful not to wake any kits. She would wait until last to clean the birds of feathers.
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Post by Blueflame123 on Mar 18, 2019 14:59:24 GMT -5
Gingerpaw nodded in agreement as she trotted toward the camp entrance, waiting for Cedarpaw. She enjoyed hanging around with him, it made things more fun regardless of what it was she was doing. But she wouldn't let him in on that. She yawned before getting back to her paws and sneaking out of the camp silently. She would wait for him outside. She purred when she felt a slight breeze ruffle her fur. It was so nice to be outside of the camp!
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Post by owlspots on Mar 18, 2019 16:23:21 GMT -5
Hullo everyone! ^^
Sweetberry | 38 moons | Female | Bisexual | owlspots | Medicine Cat Sweetberry is a petite creamy-coloured she-cat with ginger points. She has long, fluffy fur, and due to her small stature this makes her appear littler than she is. Her eyes are bright, sky blue and she has a small white blaze on her nose. She is a soft-spoken, gentle cat, and has near endless patience; it would take a once-in-a-lifetime event to anger Sweetberry, although riling her up to frustration might not require as much. She is responsible, pragmatic and practical, and her strengths lie in her diplomacy and her knowledge of herbs as expected of a medicine cat. She trained as a warrior apprentice first, but after watching her brother Brackentuft get hurt badly during a training session quickly changed her mind and made her realise she wanted to heal wounds instead of causing them, and she asked to be made the medicine cat apprentice instead. Brackentuft is her littermate, any other relations open!
Brackentuft | 38 moons | Male | Heterosexual | owlspots | Warrior Brackentuft is a stocky pale ginger tom with darker points and green eyes. His fur is long and thick, but his broad shoulders and the muscle definition in his body prevents him from looking soft. He has a rather large scar down one side of his face from a training session that got more than a little out of hand when he was an apprentice, and another scar across his shoulderblades. While not the strong, silent type, Brackentuft isn't the most talkative cat you'd ever come across. He prefers his own company, or the company of few others, to large crowds, simply because he likes being able to hear himself think. He is a loyal warrior, and has devoted his entire life to DawnClan. He was upset that his sister chose to become a medicine cat instead of a warrior with him, but he's proud of her nonetheless and is very protective of her. Sweetberry is his littermate, any other relations open.
Flowerpaw | 10 moons | Female | Heterosexual | owlspots | Apprentice Flowerpaw is a pretty dilute tortoiseshell and white she-cat with soft yellow eyes. She is quite tall, but is very slender with long legs and large ears and appears almost frail due to her slim, leggy build; however, she has simply yet to grow into her body. Her coat is a beautiful array of colours: grey, ginger, cream and white. Flowerpaw is a jovial, cheerful little cat who tends to look at the world in a glass half full manner - she always sees the positive aspects of everything, and is always keen to give others the benefit of the doubt. She's not a very skilled fighter due to her build, but is a very able hunter due to her soft step and her speed which goes relatively unmatched. She was born into the Clan, open to any littermates and parents!
Dewpaw | 6 moons | Male | Uncertain | owlspots | Apprentice Dewpaw is a rather alarmingly small mostly-white tom with grey ears and some grey and black splotching around his head and the tip of his tail. He has round blue eyes that give him the appearance of a scared kit, and ears just slightly too large for his body. He is a nervous little cat by default, and is jumpy and skittish almost all the time. He's startled very easily by loud noises and is distressed by hostile environments. He's very insecure of his size, and really wants to make up for what he lacks in height and weight, but is having a lot of trouble adjusting to the life of an apprentice. His mother was old for a queen when she gave birth to him - a lot older than she should have been - and this resulted in Dewpaw being the only kit of hers to survive, as his two littermates were stillborn. His mother, Doeblossom, became destitute and distant and refused to take care of Dewpaw as she believed that he too was dead, and that the medicine cats were just lying to her. Doeblossom sank into what was presumed to be madness and eventually died under mysterious circumstances after leaving camp unaccompanied, and her body was recovered by a patrol the next day. Dewpaw was raised by another queen (open) and has always been smaller than the other kits his age and even younger. Open to any foster littermates and the queen who raised him!
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smokey
we out here
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Post by smokey on Mar 18, 2019 18:17:00 GMT -5
(owlspots hey, welcome! I'll add your characters as soon as I get home! Feel free to rp!)
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Post by Blueflame123 on Mar 18, 2019 19:17:14 GMT -5
Cedarpaw made his way throught the bramble tunnel that was the entrance to the camp. He spotted Gingerpaw and padded up to her. "It's really nice out today!" He purred taking in the gentle breeze. "Why don't we try to finish this up quick! I'd like to finish before Flamestep gets back. He promised that we could do some battle practice today!" Gingerpaw perked her ears and nodded eagerly. "I want to watch that!" She purred, nudging him playfully with her muzzle. She flicked her tail before taking off into the forest. She needed to find some nice dry moss! She thought about how the elders would love that.
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Post by owlspots on Mar 19, 2019 10:45:02 GMT -5
(Thank you!)
Sweetberry awoke with a start, her eyes shooting open in the gloom of the medicine den. She glanced around almost warily and stood up in her nest. She'd had a rather alarming dream, but wasn't certain of any involvement from StarClan as there had been nothing that had really stood out to her. The DawnClan medicine cat padded briskly from the den, pushing past the moss hanging over the entrance, and took a deep breath of fresh air. She allowed herself to pause for a moment, searching the camp; Cedarpaw and Gingerpaw were hanging around outside the apprentices' den, and a few warriors were milling around by the freshkill pile. She eyed the freshkill pile critically, wondering whether hunting patrols had already been sent out. She had wanted to gather herbs today, but she supposed if nobody was able to accompany her she would venture out alone.
Brackentuft shouldered his way out of the warriors' den, squinting in the daylight that startled his eyes. The tom looked around, hoping that he wasn't too late to join a patrol. He crossed the camp and sat down by the freshkill pile to groom his fur while he waited.
Flowerpaw had been sleeping rather peacefully in her nest when she'd been roused by the movement of her denmates not too long ago. She'd tried to go back to sleep, but had found herself unable to. She sighed in defeat and reluctantly got up from her nest, her legs wobbling as she trudged on sleep-heavy paws into the camp clearing.
Dewpaw had been awake since before dawn as he'd had a lot of trouble sleeping. He'd only been an apprentice for a couple of days, and was still having a lot of trouble adjusting to his new role in the Clan as well as his new den. The other apprentices seemed nice, but they were all so much bigger than him and Dewpaw felt more than a little silly in comparison. The tiny tom crouched into a small ball around the side of the apprentices' den, paws tucked under his chest and ears pricked, waiting for his mentor Specklepool to return.
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smokey
we out here
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Post by smokey on Mar 19, 2019 11:56:12 GMT -5
Just as I feared... Leopardstar approached Duskrose and inhaled deeply. "She's right," he murmured, mostly to himself. He walked closer to the river and peered across the water. "See if you can spot any cats on the other side," he ordered, making his way closer to the tree bridge.
Sylvester perked up as he noticed cats on the other side of the river. Those must be the cats I was smelling on the other side! he thought excitedly, standing and moving closer to the river. "Hello!" he called out, hopping up onto the tree bridge and padding across. The black and white tom dropped down onto the clan side of the river, oblivious to his trespassing. "Are you the cats who mark this side of the river?" His eyes were wide with wonder as he eyed the small patrol.
Flamestep lead his hunting patrol back into camp, each cat carrying prey. They deposited their catches into the fresh-kill pile before splitting. Flamestep decided to check the walls of the warriors den while he waited for his apprentice.
Cherrytail, noticing her apprentice coming out into the clearing, veered off in her direction."Flowerpaw! Good morning!" she purred.
Ashstorm started to head back towards the camp entrance to wait for Cedarpaw when she noticed Sweetberry looking somewhat perturbed. Hesitantly, she made her way towards the medicine cat, dipping her head politely as she approached. "Is everything alright? You looked a bit unsettled when you came out of your den." She spoke quietly, an obvious lack of confidence in her voice.
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Post by owlspots on Mar 19, 2019 12:09:58 GMT -5
Flowerpaw caught herself mid-yawn, blinking as her mentor's voice startled her. "Oh, good morning, Cherrytail!" she purred warmly, "What are we doing today?" She tilted her head inquisitively and kept her pale amber eyes on Cherrytail. Her stomach growled, and she quickly snapped her gaze downwards to inspect her belly fur.
Sweetberry nodded slowly, if with a little bit of uncertainty. "Yes," she began, "I believe so. I had a rather peculiar dream," she trailed off, eyes fixed on nothing, but quickly picked up her sentence so as to not alarm Ashstorm, "but I doubt it was from StarClan. Is Leopardstar out on patrol?"
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smokey
we out here
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Post by smokey on Mar 19, 2019 13:17:25 GMT -5
Cherrytail let out a laugh when she heard her apprentice's stomach. She glanced towards the fresh-kill pile. Already, it was beginning to look full. She turned her attention back towards Flowerpaw and smiled. "I suppose you can have something small from the fresh-kill pile, then we'll go rabbit hunting."
Ashstorm nodded in response. "Our hunting party passed him on our way in. He took Specklepool and Duskrose to investigate some scents on the border," she explained. "Is there anything I can do to help you?" Ever since her mate left, Ashstorm did everything she could to keep busy. Although the pain had faded over the moons, she still found herself thinking of him whenever she was left with her thoughts for too long.
Leopardstar stiffened as the strange cat approached them fearlessly. This cat is either very brave or very stupid, he thought, examining the small tom closely. "Who are you and why are you trespassing on DawnClan's territory?" he asked, biting back a growl.
"'DawnClan'? 'Trespassing'? What are you talking about?" Sylvester tilted his head, obviously confused about the situation. "We're in the forest. Nobody owns the forest!" He suddenly gasped as if he remembered something and stood straight, intrigue gleaming in his eyes. "Is DawnClan a group of cats like ours?"
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Post by owlspots on Mar 19, 2019 13:32:46 GMT -5
Flowerpaw perked up, her tail swishing happily. "Okay!" She beamed at her mentor and bounded towards the pile of freshkill. She didn't want to take any of the most appetising pieces of prey, especially considering she hadn't contributed to the pile yet today - even if the temptation to snatch a plump bird sneaked up on her. She selected a mouse and settled down to eat it, although her eagerness fueled her hunger and she demolished it in a few large mouthfuls. Looking up at her mentor, her cheeks slightly bulging with her final mouthful of food, she swallowed loudly. "I'm ready, Cherrytail!" She chirped. She'd probably have indigestion later on, but she was excited to hunt rabbits.
Pausing for a moment, Sweetberry nodded thoughtfully. "I'll speak to him later," she decided out loud, not really to anyone other than herself. At Ashstorm's inquiry she blinked warmly at the warrior. "Actually, I was thinking about gathering herbs today. I was hoping somebody would be available to accompany me so I'd be able to collect more, if you'd like to come," she mewed, tilting her head slightly.
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Post by ☆ oop ☆ on Mar 19, 2019 16:42:02 GMT -5
(This looks really cool! Do you mind if I join in?)
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Post by owlspots on Mar 19, 2019 17:13:27 GMT -5
Alice | 31 moons | Female | Heterosexual | owlspots | Kittypet/Outsider (Queen) Alice is an elegant, mostly-white she-cat with soft, downy fur and bright amber eyes. Her fur is almost entirely white with the exception of a couple of orange and black patches on her ears and head as well as the very tip of her tail. She has a slim build with very little muscle definition, as she has been a mostly indoor housecat all her life. Her tail is long and plume-like and her ears are slightly rounded. She is gentle and motherly, and is very much a pacifist: she has no stomach for violence and is appalled by the mere thought of cats hurting other cats. She is quite clueless as to the brutality of the world outside her nest and although she has heard of the cats who live in the forest, she does not understand that the way they live is not exactly the most comfortable and pleasant. She was bred by her twolegs and mated to a tom she did not know; she has already had one litter, and they were all taken from her, so she is determined to not let this happen again. She is expecting her second litter, and took the first chance she got to escape her housefolks' nest and flee into the forest. She is currently in search of the cats she knows live in the forest.
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smokey
we out here
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Post by smokey on Mar 19, 2019 18:22:29 GMT -5
(☆ oop ☆ everyone's welcome! c: )
"You might want to slow down next time," Cherrytail laughed, tail tip flicking. "But alright, let's go." She turned and lead her apprentice out into the forest. She was glad her apprentice was so enthusiastic about rabbit hunting. The young warrior always felt like she came to life on the hills, her long legs stretching as she pelted across the open plains. With a content sigh, she pushed through the forest, excited to be back in the open air. "You remember what I taught you about tracking rabbits, right?" she asked, deciding to take this opportunity to quiz Flowerpaw.
"I'd love to help," Ashstorm responded quickly. She jumped slightly, surprised at how eager she sounded, and gave her chest fur a few embarrassed licks. "I-I mean, if you'll have me, I'd be more than happy to join you..."
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Post by Blueflame123 on Mar 19, 2019 18:39:36 GMT -5
ayylien )) Gingerpaw turned to Cedarpaw, her jaws clenched full with moss she dried out the best she could. She let out a purr and nodded, nudging him lightly before twitching her ears nervously and padding in the direction of camp. She was happy she could get out of the camp with Cedarpaw. And she enjoyed making the nests more comfortable for her campmates.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Mar 20, 2019 0:10:34 GMT -5
Bloomingtail | 34 moons | She-Cat | Bisexual | nissabug | Warrior Bloomingtail is quite large for a she-cat, and her fluffy fur doesn't help it. She has black and orange tortoiseshell fur, with a few spots of white on her chest and face. Her tail is very plumy, and the tip always curls from how long it is. She has sharp features and narrow yellow eyes. Bloomintail is both sassy and sweet; if you ask for honesty she will gladly give it to you, and also enjoys giving unwarranted opinions. She's very aggressive in her love for others and will get frustrated if someone isn't taking care of themselves. However, she's still very sweet and her love is unwavering. Her kits came from a fling with an unknown tom. owlspots could she be dewpaw's adoptive mother? Hollybranch | 52 moons | Tom | Gay | nissabug | Warrior Hollybranch is very small and hasn't grown since he became an apprentice. He still has plenty of muscle, however, and a few scars littered across his pelt. The most noticeable one goes from his left cheek to above his right eye. He has short brown fur with faint tabby stripes only visible in the light, and round yellow eyes. Hollybranch is aloof and has a hard time creating strong friendships with other cats. He's rather stoic and doesn't take any nonsense, especially from warriors who should know better. He isn't very social, but somewhere inside him is a passionate, kind cat that needs some help coming out of his shell. Shadepaw | 8 moons | Tom | Bisexual | nissabug | Medicine Cat Apprentice Shadepaw is a gray tabby tom with lighter paws and chest. His markings are very dark compared to the rest of him and line his face nicely. His fur is long and tends to stick up, especially on his back and hind legs. He has a stocky build, with short legs and rounded ears and muzzle. He has big, bright amber eyes. Shadepaw gets excited about everything, even if it's insignificant, and puts his best into everything he does. He tends to forget things if he isn't focused but is always working harder on it. He could talk for days on end if given the chance and wants to be friends with all his Clanmates. ayylien could be cedarpaw's brother? Cloverpaw | 9 moons | She-Cat | Lesbian | nissabug | Apprentice Cloverpaw is of average height, but her spindly legs make her look taller. She has short brown tabby-and-white fur, with big splotches on her back and covering most of her face. Her tail is dark brown and cuts off at a bob; she was born with it, but sometimes she likes to make up stories about how it came off. She has tufts of fur on her tall ears, and a chest fluffier than the rest of her fur. Her eyes are a soft green. Cloverpaw is laid-back and doesn't like to cause or involve herself in drama, but is still very social. She's good at listening and giving advice, and radiates a big sisterly vibe. She's chill and confident in her skills as a warrior, but doesn't want to show off. She's pretty chill, and won't tattle or tell a secret if it's important to someone.
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