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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 4, 2019 14:46:05 GMT -5
Quickkit | Tom | 5 moons | Heterosexual | Kit | Quickkit is a light brown tabby tom with amber eyes and white flecked paws, tail, and ears. He is a tall cat with long limbs and an even longer tail. Like his mother Grovewind Quickkit is a very bold tom, who will happily be the first to try anything. He is kind, but he tends to be more focused on his own schemes than making too many friends, perhaps because he has no littermates. Quickkit is intensely curious, and will investigate anything new or unknown, whether or not it's dangerous. He is happy to learn new skills and be successful, but thinks more about the fun he can have rather than using what he learns to help his clan. |Mother is Grovewind, father is unknown. |
Grovewind | she-cat | 30 moons | Heterosexual | Queen | Grovewind is a calico she-cat with deep green eyes. She has scars dotting her nose and a lean build. Grovewind loves watching Quickkit grow into a future warrior, but her energetic nature makes her dream of the day when she can return to being a warrior. Grovewind's ambition helped her to train hard as an apprentice, but has become dangerous since she has become a queen and held back from her warrior duties. Although Grovewind tries to put up a nice front, she is anything but trustworthy as a fellow warrior and often has her own plans and motives, with the exception being to her brother, to whom she has always been true. |Mate is unknown, Kit is Quickkit, brother is Rowanfrost |
Rowanfrost | tom | 30 moons | Heterosexual | Warrior | Rowanfrost is a brown tabby tom with a red tinge. He has dark blue eyes and a black nose, tail, ears and paws. Rowanfrost has a wiry coat and broad shoulders. Rowanfrost loves to follow the rules, he knows they're there for a reason. He is caring and strong toward those in her clan, but is wary of outsiders and does not take kindly to any cat not belonging to Fogclan. Rowanfrost believes deeply in the leader's authority, and will doubt even those of the highest rank who question it. |Sister is Grovewind |
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Post by CottonCandy on Apr 4, 2019 18:01:52 GMT -5
Dovefeather | She-cat | 25 moons | Heterosexual | Warrior |
Dovefeather is a sleek small Siamese cat with bright blue eyes. She is a very charismatic, talkative cat. She enjoys being sociable and a part of the action. Her secret desire is to be the center of attention, however because of this she becomes jealous easily. She was once a kittypet who was used to the comforts of human life but has adapted very well to life in Fogclan. She isn't the strongest cat, but her powerful nose has helped her become one of the best trackers in the clan.
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Apr 4, 2019 19:39:39 GMT -5
Snaketooth looked unsure, trying to think of what he might need. "Uhm perhaps we can find try and find some bramble bushes if you'd like. I think there's some in the forest." He tried to keep his upbeat manner but he realized he wasn't sure what of what he was doing. "We could probably use some more nesting material too!" He chirped, picking up the pace to when he hit the flat, well kind of flat, ground.
{Sorry I just woke up ^^' and I'll add you guys too!}
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Post by CottonCandy on Apr 4, 2019 19:42:13 GMT -5
(Thank you!)
Dovefeather yawned and slowly opened her eyes. She did a quick scan of the den to see that it was peacefully empty. 'I might have woken up late, but that doesn't mean I can go walking around looking like a badger!' She thought to herself. Her tongue gently groomed her soft fur, making sure it laid sleek against her body.That helped wake her up a bit and she finally decided it was time to go out and mingle with the others.
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Apr 4, 2019 19:50:53 GMT -5
{Also make sure you guys read the rules ^^; sorry I don't want to be a stickler it just helps haha}
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Post by Meep on Apr 4, 2019 21:23:00 GMT -5
Howdy everyone I have Owltuft open))
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Post by smokey on Apr 4, 2019 22:09:39 GMT -5
"Hm..." Robinsong flicked her tail thoughtfully as she stepped next to Snaketooth. "To make a den, we'll probably need ivy to keep things together, and if we're going to make nests, we'll need bracken, moss, maybe some ferns... Well, let's get to work!" she chirped, padding forward in the forest. She sniffed around for anything useful, perking up as she found some moss. Immediately, she went to work, carefully clawing it off the tree on which she found it. The she-cat got as much as she could before rolling it into a ball and pushing it under a tree root. "We can get it once we have the den materials," she mewed, turning to her clanmate. "Now then, let's find some brambles and ivy!"
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Apr 4, 2019 22:16:37 GMT -5
{Snaketooth}
The tom watched her before going to work on searching for some ivy and bramble, he found several vines of ivy climbing up a tree not too deep into the forest and began to claw it to get it down. Once he had a few down, his paws were hurting because he didn't think thoroughly of what he was doing, he had managed to scrape off some bark with ivy. He looked over to Robinsong and called out to her "I think this tree has enough for two dens alone!" He said in awe, before turning to see the ivy's climbing all the way. He wiggled his hindquarters and jumped up a bit, biting into some more of the vines to tear them down.
{I think the cats in clan are Dovefeather, Owltuft, possibly's Stealthstar's cats and Ashpelt. Then there's the ones on patrols ^^; but they should be back eventually haha}
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Post by CottonCandy on Apr 4, 2019 22:42:56 GMT -5
Dovefeather padded over to the fresh kill pile and took her time deciding what to eat. She tenderly grabbed a mouse and walked back to her usual spot to eat it. After breakfast, she noticed that the patrols still had not returned and flicked her tail in annoyance. 'I want to take a stroll, but if everyone is out and about then it's up to me to stand guard here. Can't leave the camp totally defenseless.' She thought to herself. A small sigh managed to escape her mouth, signaling her impatience.
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Apr 4, 2019 22:53:29 GMT -5
{Shystep}
She walked by Dovefeather, quietly speaking to her "Good morning" She mewed, keeping her head down low and focused on the stone floor below them. She wanted to hide away with all the cats around her, but she also felt more safe within a clan of cats than she did on her own. She was about to pick out a piece of a prey when she saw how small the pile was and decided against it, she knew the morning hunting patrol would bring back more food for them later. She tried to find something to do to pass the time but she wasn't sure what. She could try to talk to some cats but she knew that would result in her wanting to claw her own pelt off in nervousness. She let out a low sigh and made her way back to her nest against the wall, tucking her nose under her paws and looking to the cats moseying about around her.
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Post by CottonCandy on Apr 4, 2019 23:07:34 GMT -5
Dovefeather didn't even get a chance to respond before Shystep quickly stepped past her. She could tell that poor she-cat seemed very stressed. A wave of concern washed over Dovefeather as she realized maybe her clan mate just needed a friend to talk to. Dovefeather stood up and followed Shystep from behind, eventually heading towards her nest. Cautiously, she took one step at a time closer, trying to be her usual charismatic self in the hopes that Shystep will open up. "Hey, I forgot to tell you good morning back there! How are you doing?" She purred.
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Apr 5, 2019 4:04:50 GMT -5
{Shystep}
She rose her head to look up at Dovefeather, eyeing the she-cat cautiously before deciding to speak. "My morning is going ok..I guess?" She was still quiet, looking back to her paws and checking if there was any dirt on them. "How are you today?" She inquired, trying her hardest to sound a bit louder but her voice cracked with her words. She felt her heart racing a bit more but she tried to calm it, it was just a clan mate not some danger to her. {Snaketooth} Snaketooth nodded, sniffing at the bramble for a moment before joining her in digging up the bramble on the other side. He sent the dirt spraying behind him, not caring for the mess he would inevitably leave. "I can't wait for the apprentices and warriors to come back from their patrol and see what Ashpelt, you, and I did!" He purred, whiskers twitching off a few flakes of dirt. "This will certainly be better than the cold open space we are sharing right now. It'll be like our old clan.." He wistfully remarked, pausing in his digging as memories floated up of the old clan.
{I noticed a few people joined with cats from the old clan so Im going to edit the front page with a basic idea of the history of the old clan ^^; the rest is, of course, up to us all to dream up!}
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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 5, 2019 4:08:13 GMT -5
Thanks! Yup all my cats are open to rp ))
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Apr 5, 2019 4:33:33 GMT -5
{You can post if you'd like ^^ I dont have any cats free unless you want to join Shystep and Dovefeather. }
Snaketooth snickered at her joke about the deputy. "Hey, I was the one who fell into it!" He got up and helped her carry the bramble bush, firmly holding his side in his mouth. "Lesh get going!" He spoke through the bramble, not opening his mouth. He trotted his way back to camp with it, head held high. He had to adjust his holding when they hit the rocky terrain incline to the opening of their camp. He moved so her would be in front and walking semi backwards for her, still seeming rather merry all around.
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Post by Stealthfire on Apr 5, 2019 4:53:08 GMT -5
Sure sounds good!]
Rowanfrost slowly opened his eyes and stretched in his nest. He was awakened by two of his denmates chatting, Certainly time to be getting up anyway he thought to himself. Peering toward them, he noticed it was Dovefeather speaking to Shystep. "Have I missed anything yet this morning?" he called to them, not wanting to crowd Shystep, who sounded not entirely at ease with one clanmate around her.
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Post by smokey on Apr 5, 2019 5:14:03 GMT -5
As they maneuvered through the mouth of the cave, Robinsong steered Snaketooth in the direction of Ashpelt. She noticed the dip in the cave and, assuming it was to be used as a den, dropped the brambles next to it. It took minimal effort to dome the bush so it encompassed a bit of space and backed up to the cave wall. With a nod of approval, she stepped back. "It's a start," she said, "but a good one. Once we reinforce it and get some nests in there, it'll make a fine den!" The tabby warrior began to make her way back towards the camp entrance, motioning for Snaketooth to follow. "A few more trips, and we'll have everything we need for the warrior's and apprentice's dens. Hope you didn't have any plans today!"
Ashpelt briefly glanced towards Snaketooth and Robinsong, giving them a nod of acknowledgement. He continued to walk along the cave wall carefully. There's got to be somewhere bigger for the warriors, he thought as he felt along the ground for another dip. Maybe there's a small cave that we missed? Or a rock formation that could be reinforced?
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Post by CottonCandy on Apr 5, 2019 9:34:25 GMT -5
Dovefeather smiled, "Oh I'm doing alright, thanks. I was just checking in to make sure you were doing ok too. We are always here to help you out ya know?" Her icy blue eyes seemed to emit a warmth of compassion for Shystep. *Poor thing looks half scared to death that I'm here, I don't know how to say that we can help.* Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice that sounded like Rowanfrost. She turned, "Good morning! No nothing yet, the morning patrols have still yet to return. We are just sitting around till then."
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Post by Protractor on Apr 5, 2019 17:03:01 GMT -5
(Sorry,I've been with friends since this is spring break.Where'd the patrol end up
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Apr 5, 2019 22:01:37 GMT -5
{Right now we are near the top of the territory discussing if we should back track or check somewhere to see if they can find any more cats who might want to join}
Shystep gave her a small nod, trying to seem a bit more upbeat. "I'll be okay, I think. It's just different from going to spending time with one cat to..this many" She laughed, looking around the clan to the others. "I guess it's nice to know I'm not the only feeling this way though, with all the other cats Fogstar has brought in."
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Apr 5, 2019 22:06:50 GMT -5
Snaketooth let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "I don't think I had anything else planned right now!" He quickly made his way back out of the camp, not waiting for Robinsong this time. "But I do plan on getting this done sooner than you think!" He called back to her, ready to gather the rest of their supplies. He felt a bit lucky he was a younger cat as he made his way back down, realizing how many times he might have to make the trip up and down this side today, because if he wasn't he might grow way too tired to continue! He made his way over to where he believed they had placed the moss and ivy, scooping up the ivy in his mouth.
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Post by CottonCandy on Apr 5, 2019 22:36:28 GMT -5
Dovefeather chuckled, "You're totally right. I never thought of it that way but we really are a new little family. Over time everyone will become more comfortable living together." Her stomach led out a loud rumble, "I think I'm going to go hunting soon, I don't think there's enough fresh prey in the kill pile, especially since it's lunch time. You can come along if you like!" She stood back up.
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Post by smokey on Apr 6, 2019 0:55:00 GMT -5
On the way back to their collected supplies, Robinsong spotted some bracken. With a small hop of joy, she trotted over to it and nipped some stems off before carefully collecting them between her jaws. She returned to where they had stored the other supplies and picked up the moss between her chin and chest, walking extra slowly back to the cave to avoid dropping it. Once she was back at the small bramble hollow she had craft, Robinsong dropped the supplies, picking a bit of moss from her chest fur. "I'll go get some more brambles! Why don't you start making some nests while I'm out?" she suggested before heading back towards the camp entrance.
Ashpelt felt like he'd circled the entire cave when he felt a small breeze hit his paw. He tilted his head slightly and lowered her gaze curiously, ears pricked. He walked closer the the cave wall and noticed a crack, maybe big enough for a kit to fit in, but nothing bigger. His body lowered and he looked through the crack. It was way too dark to see anything. The tom pressed his muzzle to the crack and let out a mrrow. To Ashpelt's joy, his voice echoed a great deal. There's an opening through here! If we can somehow make this crack bigger... He backed up and studied the wall closely. Maybe we can break it with something? Ashpelt began to make his way over to where Robinsong and Snaketooth had started the apprentice's den, joy in his eyes. I'll talk to Fogstar about it when he gets back, he decided.
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Apr 6, 2019 5:23:38 GMT -5
Snaketooth nodded, the supplies hanging from his mouth. "Hurry back to camp with the supplies!" He mewed quickly, dropping the ivy down and dragging some of the apprentice's moss from their resting place to the dip in the floor. He looked at her, purring "You thought this might take all day!" He joked, noting of the sun reaching midday now.
{Sheesh my replys are lame, sorry but I might have Fogstar return from patrol soon ^^; hope his patrol doesn't mind}
Shystep thought it over in her head, then slowly lifted herself off from her nest. "I guess so, we can never have enough hunting patrols right? Should we ask Ashpelt?" She glanced at the tom as he was looking at the hole in the wall.
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Apr 6, 2019 9:48:02 GMT -5
Snaketooth eyed the tom for a moment before getting leaving the nest alone. "I'll go see." He made his way over and quickly caught the tom's attention with a wave of his tail. "Hey Ashpelt! What's up?" He chirped, suspiciously looking him up and down. "You look as though you were just told you were just given nine lives and then some!" He chuckled at his own silly joke, obviously proud of it.
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Post by owlspots on Apr 6, 2019 10:15:01 GMT -5
Badgerpaw's mouth dropped open in surprise as Palemouse explained his task to him, his neck fur bristling with alarm. He had never even tried to hunt properly - there was no way he'd catch the vole! But before he had any more time to think about what he was going to do, his mentor released the vole and the rodent took off squealing into the undergrowth. Badgerpaw hissed in frustration and took off after it, paws scrambling in the mud as he attempted to pick up speed.
Willowpaw had been looking for what seemed like moons but she hadn't been able to pick up a single scent yet. She was already close to giving up when suddenly, whether thanks to fate or pure dumb luck, her nose twitched at the introduction of a new, familiar scent that she'd definitely smelled at the freshkill-pile. Her eyes lit up with delight as she dropped into a crouch, changing her course so she was creeping after the scent that she recognised as mouse. If I catch it, Fawnstep will be so pleased! she purred happily, her paws pricking with excitement as the scent grew stronger. Before long she spotted the little creature picking at something through a clump of grass on her right, and she quickly adjusted herself into what she hoped was a decent crouch. The mouse hadn't spotted her yet, and hopefully it wouldn't until it was far too late. She bunched her haunches, waiting for just a moment to make sure she remembered what to do, and sprang. Even as she leaped, she realised with a jolt of dismay that her jump wouldn't be powerful enough to carry her the entirety of the distance between her and the mouse, and her disappointment was confirmed when she hit the ground hard at least half a tail-length away from her target. The mouse bolted with a squeak of alarm, and Willowpaw raced after it, hard on its tail. The little creature was quick and slippery, however, and before long she lost it in the undergrowth. She sighed in defeat, her shoulders and tail sagging.
Tigerstripe nodded, padding after Fogstar. "Uh, I guess so?" he mewed, a little surprised that Fogstar had so quickly taken his idea on board - that didn't often happen to him, as he definitely wasn't the sharpest stick in the forest by a long shot. "Maybe there'll be some - what do you call them? - stone things? Stepping stones! Yeah, maybe there'll be some of those that we can cross on. Or a big log."
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Apr 6, 2019 10:31:50 GMT -5
{Fawnstep}
She picked up her squirrel, not tasting anything and made her way back to Willowpaw. She found her apprentice with her tail sagging and quickly swooped in beside her to encourage her. "Hey, what's wrong one, little one?" She cooed nudging the apprentice's chin up to meet her eyes. "Don't let one little catch let you down! How about..." She looked around trying to view any pieces of prey but seeing none. She straightened her shoulders and sat the squirrel she caught down. "Let's see, hmm..I know! We can drop this back off at the territory and try your paws at hunting on the stream if you want." She wondered if hunting at the water would be better, it was new-leaf so the fish would be plentiful there for them. "We can leave the patrol here, I doubt they'd mind." She looked to Waspwing and the rest of the cats who had spread out to hunt. {Fogstar} He nodded to Tigerstripe, taking it in. "Exactly, Stepping Stones would work." He got up and made his way to the Flowing Stream with the two cats. "I don't know how reliable an old log would be for us, it might suffer from rot in the future with all the water and slowly fall apart underneath us." He shook at the thought, not wanting to think about plunging into the water during a cold leaf-bare.
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Post by smokey on Apr 6, 2019 15:58:20 GMT -5
"Hm?" Ashpelt suddenly realized how happy he felt and forced himself to calm down. I'm the clan's deputy! I can't go around beaming like a kit on his first day out of the nursery! "I may have found a den for the warriors," he stated calmly. "The only problem is, the hole is barely big enough for an apprentice to fit through. We'll have to find a way to open it up more." As he spoke, Ashpelt looked back in the direction of the crack, still thinking of a way to get it open.
"Wow, two dens in one day?" Robinsong exclaimed, her eyes shining. "We're the most productive clan in the world!" With an excited purr, she went back to weaving in strings of ivy, occasionally using some of the bracken she had collected as well. She was determined to make the den as sturdy and wind-proof as possible. Although she had been part of the clan for a while, because of her origins, Robinsong still felt the need to prove herself to her clanmates, even if that meant making a very nice apprentice's den.
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