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Post by SmugGull on May 23, 2019 1:23:11 GMT -5
Larchclaw stretched languidly as she slid out of the warrior's den. The sun was warm on her pelt and she purred contentedly as she padded over to the fresh-kill pile.
She expected that she'd be called up for some manner of border patrol later, but for now, she intended to relax. Her ears twitched in the direction of the leader's den as Leopardstar stepped inside, followed by someone Larchclaw didn't recognize. She'd seen Palethrush step inside earlier. This ought to be good.
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no im not okay, I suck at a game I play 8 hours a day
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on May 23, 2019 1:28:00 GMT -5
Palethrush took a step back, taking the tom in full. She glanced to Leopardstar as if to say why? Why this? then back to the tom who was, in her eyes, making himself at home in the leader's den. "I..uh..hello? Who-Wha-Leopardstar, can we speak outside, alone?" She asked, her voice strained now as she tried to keep her cool. No, they were not taking this...this..cat in. Were they? She couldn't argue with him but she couldn't see any reason to accept him into the clan. She somewhat roughly nudged the leader towards the den's exit, looking over her shoulder to Sylvester with a fake plastered on smile. "If you excuse us for just a moment, will you?"
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Post by SmugGull on May 23, 2019 1:31:19 GMT -5
Finchwhisker's gaze snapped immediately to the leader's den as he padded into camp with the morning's catch in his jaws. He deposited it on the fresh-kill pile (sparing a disdainful glance at Larchclaw, who was lazing about in a patch of sun), keeping only a small mouse for himself.
He picked out a shaded alcove near the warrior's den and kept his gaze fixed on the drama beginning to unfold in front of him.
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no im not okay, I suck at a game I play 8 hours a day
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on May 23, 2019 1:40:58 GMT -5
She looked to the den then to him. "Was he across the border, like on our side? That's my only question. If not, fine, show him our numbers and that our group is too strong for his to mess with." She thought he was showing the newbie cat that they were stronger than his group so they shouldn't be messed with, but she had a lingering feeling in her that it was something more than that. Was he just boasting? She decided not to dwell on that idea long, she could still get her own idea across through whatever he thought he was doing. "He cannot see the nursery, the elder's den, or the medicine cat's den. Matter of fact, any of the dens. He can see the clearing and that's that, Leopardstar. I suggest you take a patrol with you when you send him back across the border too." She felt...wrong telling her leader what to do, but they were in this together right? And he was the one who thought it was smart to bring the tom back to camp by himself anyways. "I can go with you to take him back, perhaps taking Larchclaw also."
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Post by SmugGull on May 23, 2019 1:45:03 GMT -5
Larchclaw's ears twitched when she heard her name being mentioned. Most of the rest of the conversation was too quiet to make out - she only caught snatches of syllables that were far to spread out to make any sense, but she could hear a mouse whispering her name from the other side of the territory.
It was, in her opinion, a gift.
She lolled her head to the side and stared openly at the clan leader and deputy, wearing her best well? expression.
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Post by SmugGull on May 23, 2019 2:10:18 GMT -5
Larchclaw, who had definitely not been draped dramatically across the ground, rose to her feet and trotted after Palethrush. "Oh?" she meowed, feigning innocence. "Do tell."
She fell silent at the approach of the strange cat she'd caught a glimpse of before - the black-and-white tom who, upon closer examination, had a bit of a vacant expression. She wondered why Leopardstar had brought him to camp - was he fond of the tom, perhaps?
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we out here
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Post by smokey on May 23, 2019 2:56:29 GMT -5
"Huh? Oh!" Sylvester turned his bright gaze towards Palethrush and grinned. "Freyja takes care of all of us. There's a few of us, but not as many as you guys! There's Freyja, Otto, Callie, me, Callie... wait I already mentioned her." He laughed heartily at his own mistake. "Freyja doesn't like to call herself a leader, but she makes sure all of us are fed and organized! We started living in the forest to get away from twolegs. Well, most of us did. She led us here so we could live freely." As they got closer to the river, a breeze blew a familiar scent to his nose. "Oh, Freyja's nearby! I think Callie's with her too!"
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Post by SmugGull on May 23, 2019 3:19:59 GMT -5
Larchclaw was positively gleeful at the news that Leopardstar had dragged a kittypet to DawnClan for the sole purpose of showing off. "To get away from twolegs," she purred. "How wonderful of you - that must have taken real courage." She shot Leopardstar a devilish smirk.
Honestly. A kittypet, into DawnClan's camp? For shame.
Larchclaw straightened as the breeze shifted, bringing with it unfamiliar scents - scents that Sylvester helpfully identified a moment later as 'Freyja' and 'Callie'. "Are they? Wonderful."
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no im not okay, I suck at a game I play 8 hours a day
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on May 23, 2019 3:53:51 GMT -5
Kestrelwind | 34 moons | She-cat | Bisexual |✵ℓσѕт gιяℓ✵ | Permanent Queen She is a light brown somali she-cat with dark yellow eyes. She has soft, motherly features to her which suits her well. She loves to take care of the younger kits of the clan, always offering a helping paw for the newer queens. She is soft spoken on most topics unless it comes to the kits, then her voice comes out loud and clear. She tends to stick near the nursery by herself, not wanting to stray too far in case she is needed. The only other place she can be found is near the medicine cat's den because she is interested in the herbs that are surrounded around helping with queens kit. She is the mother to Thistlekit, her only kit to survive from her own litter but she refuses to tell who the father is.
Thistlekit | 3 moons | Tom | Unknown |✵ℓσѕт gιяℓ✵ | Kit
Thistlekit is a silver somali tom kit with dark yellow eyes much like his mother's. His fur is constantly sticking up, hence the name. He is a very curious kit but also a bit of a coward, he doesn't like the idea of the outside of camp and would prefer the idea of staying in the nursery with his mother. He can't imagine himself being as a warrior any day soon despite her claims. He does, however, like to go out and ask the warriors about their day. He is a bit of an attachment to a few warriors around the camp, loving the stories they tell him.
{My new kitties uwu please love them}
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Post by owlspots on May 23, 2019 12:29:42 GMT -5
(oh my god GUYS WE'RE BACK IN BUSINESS HELL YEAH gimme a minute!!)
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Post by owlspots on May 23, 2019 12:34:33 GMT -5
Alice had been growing steadily more unsure of where she was going the longer she walked. The river seemed like it was never-ending, and the scent of cat was still growing stronger and stronger. Surely she couldn't be far away, right? She'd been following the same cat-scent for a while, but suddenly there was another scent in the air. Cat, still - but different. She stepped around a clump of ferns, and gasped when her eyes fell upon a group of cats almost a tree's length away from her.
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Post by smokey on May 23, 2019 16:07:07 GMT -5
"I don't know yet," Freyja responded lowly, hopping onto the fallen tree with ease. She was halfway across when she spotted figures on the opposite bank. She recognized Sylvester immediately, though the silver spotted tom, the well-groomed lilac she-cat, and the pretty dilute she-cat were all new faces to her. Her eyes narrowed to slits as she met the strange tom's gaze. He gives off an air of confidence. Must be the leader... or a complete idiot. Freyja unsheathed her claws and stared down at the strangers. "Sylvester, who are these cats?" she all but snarled. "My name is Leopardstar, I'm the lea--" "I don't care, just stay away from us." Freyja waved her tail and Sylvester hopped up onto the tree. She gave him an intense stare as he passed, which he simply shrugged off as he took his place next to Callie. The large she-cat gave the strangers one last glare before turning around and herding the younger cats across the trunk. Sylvester's scolding could wait until they got back.
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Post by SmugGull on May 23, 2019 16:15:45 GMT -5
Larchclaw purred in amusement as the large she-cat cut Leopardstar off unceremoniously. "Well done, Leopardstar," she meowed. "You've surely showed them."
She watched the old she-cat herd Sylvester off. There was something odd about that one - Larchclaw couldn't put her paw on it, but there was...just something.
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Post by smokey on May 23, 2019 19:00:05 GMT -5
"I don't think they will," Leopardstar responded, finally getting over his initial embarrassment. "Sylvester might be an idiot, but their leader didn't seem to be." He recalled how fierce the large she-cat had seemed, looking down on them as if they were her prey. She may have been intense, but she also seemed smart. "If there are really as few cats as Sylvester says, even if they do cross the border, they won't be a problem." As they approached the camp entrance, Leopardstar pulled ahead, looking briefly over his shoulder. "Palethrush, I want those extra border patrols starting today. And Larchclaw, why don't you take some cats fishing near the ancient oak?"
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