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Post by SmugGull on Jul 11, 2019 14:31:30 GMT -5
Wolfclaw's ears twitched as she heard Mudsplash's groan - one that undoubtedly heralded the arrival of Clearleaf. She rose to her feet, intending to clobber the insufferable tom upside the head if need be, when she spotted Batpaw darting off to the warrior's den. A surge of guilt shot through her - she hadn't been the most attentive mentor in the past moon and she intended to rectify that as soon as possible.
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dnacat
But courage need not be remembered, for it is never forgotten.
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Post by dnacat on Jul 11, 2019 16:16:20 GMT -5
((Hey Jekyll! Fallowpaw and Smallfire just finished their story, and I believe Clearrain, Spruceleap, Lynxtail and Stoatclaws are all about to cross the river to begin the proper hunting patrol. I can go back and quote them for you, if you need))
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 12, 2019 12:51:37 GMT -5
Algaestar pushed her way into the camp entrance and gave her pelt another shake, her patrol still trailing behind her. She knew what she needed to do first thing, even before talking to Mudsplash. She hopped on top of the den, balancing on the two rocks, then glanced up. The sun had just reached it’s peak. Most cats would be in camp by now; good. “Let all cats old enough to swim across the river meet beneath the Twintrees for a Clan meeting.” What would she tell them?
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Post by νσι∂ on Jul 12, 2019 13:54:03 GMT -5
[ really sorry for the disappearance, my friend's basement took some really bad flood damage and I wanted to help them out, so I've been over there the past few days. I meant to give a warning, but it was unexpected and kind of a split-second decision ]
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Post by frostshade on Jul 13, 2019 13:01:51 GMT -5
{ hey, so I'm sorry for being inactive. skating has taken over my life again. i'll be gone for a week for a camp, or at least, very inactive then }
A l d e r n o s e -
He snuck around, trying to make his paws light. His lengthy legs allowed him to step over pretty much anything that came across him, even being able to step over a few hole or two. His eyes finally caught sight of the mouse; He had been following the scent up until now. It was a plump mouse, and Aldernose could practically feel it's warmth against his teeth. The worry and fret were pushed out of his chest, out of his heart, and a new wave of emotions came over him. Excitement for the kill, an unnatural amount of confidence, and very pointed focus. His eyes darted about, studying the surrounding, before looking at Tanglestripe.
He nodded as they made eye contact, silently communicating the kill. Aldernose crawled a bit closer to the mouse, the utter silence taking over the forest and his ears. His thoughts were alone for a moment. If he could stay in that moment for the rest of his life, the anticipation of failure slithering up from behind him, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, he would. But the split second was broken, as it always should be. Tanglestripe launched towards the mouse, leaving an opportunity open for Aldernose. His claws out, his paws ready, he hit the mouse down, holding it firmly so it couldn't get away. He quickly finished the kill off with a slight bite to the neck, but not enough to break the skin. With barely a squeak, the mouse became fresh-kill.
Aldernose hopped up, picking it up in his mouth tenderly and trotting over to Tanglestripe. Sometimes, his plans didn't work, but when they did, they usually worked quite well. Besides, it boosted his ego more than he needed it to be boosted. His head held high, the mouse safely within his grasp, he placed it down. "Good work!" He chirped, clearly excited from getting his legs stretched. "That went way smoother than I expected it to be, and this'll be a nice grab for the clan."
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Post by Protractor on Jul 13, 2019 13:07:31 GMT -5
(Open still c:
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 14, 2019 1:27:43 GMT -5
PikerushPikerush chuckled at his companion's words, nudging her as she trailed off, wondering if she could possibly trip in the water. Pikerush glanced over the rushing currents, bubbling and crashing over rocks a little bit upstream. Though the waters had shallowed in recent moons, it was still deep. Not even Pikerush could reach the bottom. As he mumbled a reasurrance to Lynxtail ("If you trip in the water, Lynxtail, you will be one of the clumsiest cats I have ever met"), he glanced over the rest of the party.
Lynxtail herself was big and strong, even if she was clumsy. She would be able to handle the waters well on her own, but he reckoned even she would be tired by the time she reached the far shoreline. Clearrain was small and dainty, and though Stoatclaw was sturdy, he was still a graceful, light-weighted tom. It would be better for them to travel in pairs. He echoed this aloud with a simple, "We'll move in pairs. It's safer." He moved to Clearrain. He, in his opinion, was a confident swimmer, and if anything went wrong with the smaller she-cat, he trusted himself to be able to carry her to shore, "I will go with Clearrain, and Lynxtail and Stoatclaw shall partner up. Clearrain and I will go first," in case anything goes wrong, he thought to himself, though he didn't dare say it outside in fear of stirring up more anxiety, "And then Stoatclaw and Lynxtail will follow us."
((Hey Jekyll just letting you know we're crossing the river with the patrol now! Also testing out formatting for rping so my font is probably gonna change a lot)) Smallfire-In Camp-Smallfire purred at Fallowpaw's words. He shook his head, "No, we are lucky enough to have never seen wolves in this territory," Smallfire explained, casting his vision over Fallowpaw's shoulder, out of camp, "No, this story comes from the four ancient clans. Before FloodClan even existed." Smallfire came from a long line of cats who valued storytelling. His grandmother would fill his head to the brim with stories of the leaders of ancients clans, and the stories of heroic deeds. He wondered if anything as fantastical as that would ever happen in FloodClan as a kit, but now, as his bones began to creak, he grew grateful for the lack of heroics, as heroes only spawned from trouble, "Wolffang was a member of the legendary TigerClan, you see."
"The leader and deputy of TigerClan had been on patrol one day, through the ancient forests, and paused when suddenly they heard a sound. They approached, cautiously, to see a large creature, it's pelt the colour of the sun, yet its eyes the colour of the night sky. It was bigger than both warriors and even the dogs that would sometimes appear in the forest. At it's paws, lay a heap of fur, a kit," Smallfire widened, imitating his imagined reaction from the leader of TigerClan, "But the kit was already nearly as big... as big... as well, me!" He indicated to himself, "With glorious, beautiful white fur and golden eyes that glowed already with a strength never seen before. The creature, what they would later name a wolf, tilted it's head back, and let out a beautiful sound," Smallfire attempted to imitate, but his old lungs resisted and instead allowed him only to cough when he tilted his head back, "And as it finished, it approached the warriors with the kit in maw, and placed it at their paws. It arched it's back like a stretching cat, bowing it's head, before it disappeared with the next wind that blew through." Smallfire made a soft blowing sound, well praticed in the art of imitating the nature around him, "All that was left was the kit. And this kit, dear Fallowpaw, would become a warrior of legend. She would become Whitefang, warrior of the wolves."
Dawnstrike-Crossing the River-
Dawnstrike rolled his eyes at the apprentice's words, before he entered the waters. He cringed as the water dampened his fur, revealing it's more natural curl and fuzziness, as he waded through. Though the waters were much lower than they had been when he was an apprentice, he was still a small enough tom, and the waters brush against his chest still. And the drop? Well, his toes barely managed to brush the bottom when he half-paddled, half-walked through the waters, grumbling about it all the way across. He spat out a mouthful of water as a wave suddenly splashed against his face, and this only worsened his mood, as he finally clambered onto the shallow shores, and up onto the solid ground. He instinctively licked his chest fur, wrinkling his nose as the dirty water disgraced his tongue.
I hope I won't be too far back with my replies here!!)) ::Clearrain::- The sleek she-cat nodded, moving forward and into the water gracefully, his lithe body moving easily through the liquid as she started heading towards the other shore, knowing better than to stop once in the water. Her silver fur clung to her sides as she moves, water droplets splashing up onto her whiskers as she steadily moved forward until pebbles arrived under her paws once more and she pulled her tired body from the river. The swim always took energy from any cat, as the current was strong adn there was a good bit of distance to the shore.::Fallowpaw:: - Fallowpaw's eyes widened as he let out a gasp when the other explained the creature. He tried to imagine what such a creature would be like, how it would feel to look up at something so large. His awe continued as the kit came into the story, shifting lightly to get more comfortable as his ears pricked, pulling in every word of the story, his mind playing with him as it made pictures to imitate the words of the elder. "Why would they become a legend Smallfire? What did they do to make them into one?"
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Post by owlspots on Jul 14, 2019 7:16:28 GMT -5
Plumbranch padded curiously towards the twintrees, taking a seat a few tail-lengths away so that she would be able to hear Algaestar well. The patrol had looked a little agitated when they returned, and Plumbranch wondered what could have possibly happened out in the territory to warrant such a reaction. Algaestar had gone straight to the twintrees, too, so it must be rather urgent.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 19, 2019 19:32:15 GMT -5
age-up is finished!Jekyll Blizzardpaw is due for a warrior ceremony! we can stick it in with her announcement lol
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 19, 2019 20:30:16 GMT -5
Yay!
Also, I've been wanting rp but when I comment no one ever notices...
Also Blizzardpaw uses they/them))
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 19, 2019 22:27:58 GMT -5
(( i know i was referring to algaestar’s announcement lol and i think it would get more replies if you made starter posts or just jumped in randomly like you did with maplesong! uwu i don’t think anyone’s intentionally not rping with you, or i hope not anyway))
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 19, 2019 22:31:36 GMT -5
I hope so too.
Well, do you have nay cats open?))
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 20, 2019 16:39:38 GMT -5
All of my babs are open, who do you want to rp with??))
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 20, 2019 17:23:25 GMT -5
She is!))
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