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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jul 11, 2019 0:07:27 GMT -5
Proudfalcon dipped his head to Duskwhisker in greeting, "Great," he meowed, somewhat pleased that this was going easily so far. He flickered his tail to Curlypaw, giving the she-cat a sidelong glance as he could see her clambering along the branches towards him. "Where are you thinking about going?" he asked Adderbite.
Serinpaw shifted behind Adderbite, her gaze flickering over towards Duskwhisker. She really hoped that Curlypaw was going to join them. Her gaze brightened as she spotted the she-cat before letting out a soft gasp as she watched Curlypaw stumble, "Are you alright?" she asked with a slightly worried expression.
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Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Jul 11, 2019 13:45:17 GMT -5
Adderbite glanced fondly behind him at Serinpaw's sudden shyness. "I was thinking we'd head to the outskirts. We'll stay out of the Meadow and away from Kestrelstar's patrol, but with prey getting scarcer I figured it would be a good idea to increase Serinpaw's ground-hunting skills and the Outskirts have a lot of ground prey," He explained, glancing at where Softflower was kitting, "We'll need any prey we can get soon enough with new kits in the Clan."
Adderbite sighed deeply, scrubbing a paw over his face. He knew most Hunters in the Clan were starting to feel inadequate. Not being able to keep their Clan fed properly was wearing on them and he was no exception. They weren't starving, not yet, but it was still depressing to come back empty-pawed when the Clan needed food. "Branchclaw and Froststripe are, of course, welcome to join us, as is Stormpaw," He continued, eyes seeking out the Hunters, before turning to Duskwhisker, "And we'd certainly welcome your comforting presence, Duskwhisker. I'd feel less nervous taking Serinpaw out of the trees with a Scouter watching our backs."
Wolfpaw had just set the set the second kit mewling against it's mother's stomach when she heard the last kit arrive. She glanced up, only to see Fuzzymoon already there. The Apprentice's ears went back as she spotted the tiny thing, unmoving where Fuzzymoon stood above it. "Yes, Fuzzymoon," She agreed quietly, grabbing some moss from the nearby supplies. She hoped the kit pulled through, but she knew how unlikely it way. Born early and a runt by the looks of things. It happened, she was testament to that herself, although even she hadn't been born this early, but it was a rare thing. She closed her eyes briefly, sending a brief prayer to StarClan to watch over the kit, before doing as she was told and beginning to clean up.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jul 11, 2019 14:08:43 GMT -5
Froststripe stops grooming when he briefly heard his name. He turned his head towards the others and tilted his head. Did they need something from him? He decided to wait to see if any of them would call his name.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jul 11, 2019 15:16:10 GMT -5
[ Hi! also if anyone wants to roleplay besides what is currently going on (or is new), I have Raggedfinch, Poppyleaf and Littledove open since Winter didn't respond back to her at all. xD also Lost, I am kinda holding back on Elmwhisker for a little bit so Tinyflame has a chance to reply with Littleleaf ^^; ]
Serinpaw & Curlyplaw + the rest of the patrol
Serinpaw pranced on the branch, her claws flexing against the bark betraying her impatience to get moving. She couldn't help but let out a giggle, "If you say so," she smirked, her eyes bright with amusement. She wasn't a fan of falling herself, even though it happened more often then she cared to admit. "Yes!" she chirped, casting a glance at her mentor. "Adderbite said he was going to teach me about ground hunting today," she mused, wondering if her mentor would also show the scouter apprentice the basics of ground hunting too. She shrugged her shoulders, she figured that was probably up to Duskwhisker. She flickered her tail, understanding where Curlypaw coming from. She was excited about the idea of kits but hearing it happen was something else.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jul 11, 2019 15:29:49 GMT -5
(Oh my bad XD think I missed it)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jul 11, 2019 15:34:09 GMT -5
[ I don't know if you want to roleplay with me or not, but I don't want to keep you hanging. xD ]
Littledove & Froststripe / camp / Hawkeyes258
Littledove shifted around in her nest within the hunter's den. She was out hunting yesterday from dawn to sunhigh and only found one bird, so it was fine that she slept in today. She was just finishing grooming her fur, honestly she probably should have asked someone to share tongues with her since she was pretty sure she missed parts on her shoulder and upper back. She slipped out of the den with grace and her gaze instinctively scanning for her sister, Rainhowl. She let out a soft sigh as she saw the grey and white she-cat was nowhere to be found, figures.
Littledove's bright blue gaze flickered from branch to branch before resting on Froststripe. She always enjoyed the older tom's company in the past, he would do. She leaped up to the branch where he was resting, "Hi Froststripe!, she chirped, plopping down right next to him, not even minding if their fur was brushing. She didn't have time for social niceties. "Have you done anything fun today?" she asked with a inquiring glance. Silverstripe lifted his head and lets out a soft purr. "Hello Littledove and I haven't actually." He mewed as he stretches out his body some more. "I did watch the clouds for a bit and go for a walk" Not the most exciting of activities but that the time he didn't feel like doing much else. "What about you? Did you do anything fun?"
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jul 11, 2019 17:21:46 GMT -5
[ No problem, I didn't want to leave you out of RP and I remember how awkward it is to just be there and not doing anything. c; ]
Littledove relaxed for a moment, hearing Froststripe soft purr, it was calming even though her mind was running wild with thoughts and schemes. She felt somewhat numb with boredom. She twitched her tail as she gazed at him, "It is better than nothing," she commented with a wrinkle of her nose, "I like cloud watching." Although she preferred it on the highest roost she could fine, she doubt that Froststripe needed that information. "All I have done is sleep," she groaned, shoving her face unceremoniously into her paws. She had done nothing today besides sleep, which was nice to awake feeling refreshed, but was now making her feel dangerously restless.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jul 11, 2019 17:34:04 GMT -5
[ ^^; Is alright if I update Serinpaw's photo? I can PM you the picture or update her form on the joining page if that's alright ]
Serinpaw's gaze flickered over to Duskwhisker, her blue eyes inquiring. She let out a soft hm and nodded, quickly and eagerly. "Duskwhisker already said he was joining us, so he should totally bring you along too!" she purred and she grinned at Curlypaw's theatrics. She couldn't help back laugh at the other apprentice, "I think Adderbite and myself can handle ourselves," she huffed with a gentle laugh. She wasn't annoyed about Curlypaw's delcartion at all, more amused than anything. She was probably wrong about that, Adderbite could handle himself. She might just run away, no-one would judge her from running from danger.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jul 11, 2019 17:38:36 GMT -5
"Sleeping is nice." Silverstripe mewed lazily flicking his tail back and forth. He liked to sleep. "Things have been rather slow around here." He said as he glanced around the camp. He remembered a time when the hunters could go out and stay out for a long time and come back with lots of prey. "Perhaps, things will star picking up eventually."
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 11, 2019 19:25:33 GMT -5
((sorry yall i was working today lol))
Duskwhisker let out a quiet purr as he followed with the patrol, Curlypaw at his side. "Yes, we'll tag along with them," he said. Ground hunting was just as important as tree hunting, especially during leaf-bare when animals would much rather be on the ground than up in a tree. "It's not as fun as normal hunting, but it's good to know."
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jul 11, 2019 21:03:20 GMT -5
[ Thank you <3 ]
Littledove couldn't help but roll her eyes. She nudged Froststripe, "Being active is nice," she huffed, swishing her tail where it was draped down from the branch. "Unfortunately, I wish something would happen," she sighed, maybe Kestrelstar's patrol found out some interesting. She closed her eyes for a moment, listening to the rustling of leaves. "Do you want to do something?" she asked, her blue eyes flickering back to him.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jul 12, 2019 10:29:07 GMT -5
Proudfalcon was faintly surprised to see that Kestrelstar and the rest of the patrol had already returned; however, he hid his surprise well. The sun was higher in the sky than when the patrol had left early. He dipped his head, "Alright," he meowed, a curious flicker appearing in his eyes for a brief moment. He wondered if they did find any sight of rouges near the meadow.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jul 12, 2019 11:22:31 GMT -5
"Sure." Froststripe mewed flicking his ear at her. He might as well move his lazy butt. "What did you want to do?" He asked curious as to what she had in mind.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 12, 2019 12:15:56 GMT -5
Fuzzymoon licked the kit backwards a few times, then sighed when it didn’t move an inch. “This one is stillborn,” she said quietly to Softflower. “I’m sorry.”
Instead of letting out a wail, Softflower simply lowered her head to look at the little kit. She pulled it closer to herself and mewed sorrowfully and quietly to it a few times, as if speaking to the kit. Her whole body ached, but the pain had mostly died down and the blood had stopped coming out.
Fuzzymoon stared at the queen with dull eyes before continuing, “You still have two beautiful kits, a she-kit and a tom. And they have both of your ears,” she added with a purr. The tortoiseshell had folded ears, while her golden brother sported curled like their father.
Softflower looked up a moment. “Where’s Badgercall?” she asked, her voice hoarse.
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Post by SmugGull on Jul 12, 2019 14:13:04 GMT -5
Frostclaw followed after Kestrelstar. "What are we going to do?" they rumbled. "And how can we be sure they're a true clan? Any cat can give themselves a name, after all."
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Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Jul 12, 2019 17:33:25 GMT -5
Wolfpaw's ears drooped as she tried to ignore Softflower's last kit. It hurt her heart too much, so she focused on finishing her cleaning. Bundling the used moss up in the leaf she had used to bring out the cobwebs, she set it to the side for burying later. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself back to Softflower's side, eyes sad and soft as she gazed at the kits. The two who survived were adorable, but undoubtedly they would be cuter with three. They mewled and wriggled, letting out the cute squeaking noises that she vaguely remember from her early days in the nursery. She turned away, forcing a trained smile onto her muzzle as she glanced at her Mentor. "I'm done cleaning, Fuzzymoon," She said softly, shifting uneasily on her paws, "Is there anything else needs doing?"
Iceheart sighed as they made it back to Camp and she was dismissed. She headed straight for the meagre fresh-kill pile but, seeing what little was on offer, decided that others needed it more than she did and headed for her nest instead. To be honest, she wasn't very hungry. The patrol had her mind reeling - positives and negatives swirling in her mind as she tried to make sense of what happened. Another Clan so close to their own, possibly with connections to the very cat who founded LeafClan. And she could have possibly made a friend as well. Even if they didn't turn out trustworthy, having a connection could be useful. The Clan came first after all, so handsome tom of not, she claw him open in a heartbeat if Kestrelstar asked it of her. Shaking her head, Iceheart stretched out, lounging on the branch her nest was on and trying to sort out her thoughts.
Adderbite nodded, before pausing as the patrol returned. Had they really been lingering in Camp that long? Better get moving then. "Serinpaw," He called gently, "Would you go check if Stormpaw has decided to fall asleep? I'm going to ask Froststripe to accompany us as well and then we'll head out." He smiled fondly at his Apprentice, before taking the quick few branches over to where the Hunter in question was lounging. "Afternoon, Froststripe," He greeted warmly, tail waving contentedly, "Would you be willing to join us on a little ground-hunting patrol in the Outskirts? We could use another set of claws."
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 12, 2019 19:51:08 GMT -5
Softflower brought her face up to Badgercall, eyes wide. "I-I..." She lifted her tail to reveal the third kit. "There were supposed to be three, but..." The queen then pushed her head into Badgercall's chest. "I'm s-sorry," she choked before letting out a deep shuttering breath.
Fuzzymoon leaned down to Wolfpaw. "We'll let them mourn, and bury the kit later," she said. "Leave the soaked moss here for now." She touched her tail tip to her apprentice's shoulder a few moments; she knew she wouldn't ever have kits, and she wasn't really interested in them anyway, but losing something so small and young was heartbreaking. And it was a hard lesson for an apprentice to learn. "Let's go gather some herbs," she mewed, then turned to jump across to the next branch.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 12, 2019 20:17:17 GMT -5
Softflower pulled away from Badgercall to try and catch his eye. "Badgercall, there's nothing we can do!" she said, and while she tried to keep her voice down she rose in pitch anyway. "They tried what they could. There was too much blood." She didn't want him to get too upset over this; she knew how worked up he could get over small things, but this was something huge.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 12, 2019 21:56:38 GMT -5
Softflower shook her head before looking down at the little kit, its thin dark gray fur still streaked with blood. "Dawnkit," she whispered after a few moments. "Because it was at the dawn of its life before it died." She bent down to the nuzzle the kit, almost shuddering at the coldness of its body, then glanced at the two kits still suckling at her belly. "We still have these two. They won't miss her, at least," she added with a look up at Badgercall, as if she could tell what he was thinking. It was a sad thought, but a true one. She flicked her tail to each kit. "The tortoiseshell is a she-kit, and the golden tabby is a tom."
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jul 12, 2019 22:05:32 GMT -5
Softflower tilted her head down at the kits. She considered their pelts a moment, then smiled. "The tom could be Lionkit," she suggested, booping him on the forehead with her muzzle. In response, the kit let out a mewl, and she purred. "Yes, definitely Lionkit." She knew she was still positive on the outside, but on the inside she was still hurt about the last kit. Was there anything she could have done to make them come later? Had she done something wrong? Perhaps not. She nosed the she-kit. "What about her?"
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