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Post by tinyflame on Aug 5, 2019 10:25:34 GMT -5
(It would be interesting if one of the kits looks almost exactly like their father, Bramblestar-style. Like a mini version.)
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Post by rose on Aug 5, 2019 10:28:11 GMT -5
ill take eaglekit, then. i’d like to make her a she-cat as well, if that’s okay? also, for everyone else: joining as queens is still great (if you’ve been wanting to do so) but preferably she should be a little less along in her pregnancy so we don’t have two births too close to each other.
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Post by tinyflame on Aug 5, 2019 10:35:57 GMT -5
(Yeah, go ahead and take Eaglekit. I'll go make Snakekit. *rolls away*)
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Post by tinyflame on Aug 5, 2019 10:37:23 GMT -5
(The kits are 4 moons old, by the way)
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Post by rose on Aug 6, 2019 11:38:48 GMT -5
tinyflame could you write a starter for the kits? assuming you want to rp them and i still owe you a reply, Jekyll my bad i’ll get on that.
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Post by tinyflame on Aug 6, 2019 12:28:50 GMT -5
(Yeah, how about you? Did you get your characters done, the rogue and Eaglekit?)
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Post by rose on Aug 7, 2019 1:05:13 GMT -5
i’m working on them right now. i’ll have them done by the time you write up a starter, life’s just been sort of hectic at the moment :-(
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Post by rose on Aug 7, 2019 1:05:42 GMT -5
ashstripe | the forest | Jekyll
Ashstripe watched his apprentice with quiet intent. The thrush continued looking the other way - unfortunately enough for it. He may even be able to catch it on his own, if it continues looking away and refrains from flying up. Suddenly, the bird turned, eyeing the two predators looming before it. Instantly, it took off, and all of the gray tom’s weight transferred to his back legs in preparation for the great leap. However, to his surprise, Softpaw leaped first. Time seemed to slow as Ashstripe watched in hollow anticipation; the bird seemed a little too high for an apprentice to catch at this point, especially on their first try. However, Softpaw, somehow, defied those odds - and when he came down, he brought the thrush down with him. “You mousebrain!” Ashstripe cried, though his voice remained quiet enough that prey wouldn’t get scared into the safety of their dens. “You may have caught it, but what if you hadn’t? You deliberately went against my - your mentor’s wishes. And for what? To show off? I could confine you to getting the elders’ bedding as punishment for moons ; don’t think I won’t go there.” The tom took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. “Still, good work. It was very unlikely that you would’ve caught that, especially not without the proper technique. You should’ve brought the bird down with a lot more pressure than you did, though.” He turned, eyeing the now-dead thrush, sighing. “Remember to give thanks to StarClan for its life.” His words were fast and laced with spontaneity and a severe lack of thinking.
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Post by Jekyll on Aug 7, 2019 1:08:54 GMT -5
Softpaw's ears pinned back and he looked scared as his mentor turned on him. "It's just... I've been practicing by myself... and I found out that I'm able to leap really high and wanted to show you. I was... I was just trying... trying to provide for the c-clan." His eyes began to water, not only was the tom soft-hearted and kind, but he also was very sensitive and had a lot of stress within his small body.
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Post by rose on Aug 7, 2019 1:19:46 GMT -5
ashstripe | the forest | Jekyll
Ashstripe sighed, his eyes focusing on the water that was now threatening to leave the younger tom’s eyes. He hadn’t wanted this; no, he didn’t want this. Their time together was limited - six moons was not much - how was he going to train him if every time he critiqued him his response was just water works? The gray tom shook his head. Clearly, he was tired and not thinking straight. Swallowing his pride, he opened his mouth to speak. “I’m sorry,” he said. “You have to tell me if you’ve practiced on your own. I don’t want our training to be redundant. Swiftpaw’s was, and StarClan knows what happened to him.” His head hung at the thought of his late brother - his pride now fully diminished. “But that doesn’t matter, because nothing bad will happen to you. I’ll train you well. I’m just trying to be a good mentor.”
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Post by Jekyll on Aug 7, 2019 1:22:29 GMT -5
Softpaw's expression softened as he sniffled, trying to hold in his tears. "Y-you are a good mentor though. I didn't practice catching birds... Only climbing trees after squirrels and such. One squirrel went to jump to another branch and I followed it and found out I could jump really well... I thought it would be g-good to do that now too so we wouldn't l-lose any valuable prey."
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Post by rose on Aug 7, 2019 2:04:15 GMT -5
ashstripe | the forest | Jekyll
Ashstripe nodded slowly. It was rare for BriarClan cats to be good at tree climbing, so the notion seemed impressive. Climbing and leaping from tree to tree? Even Ashstripe couldn’t do it. “Show me,” he mewled. Realizing the ambiguity of his words, he smirked. “Climb a tree and show me how well you can jump. Let’s see just how well you’ve been doing without my training.” Was this real life? Was he really going to stop a training session for play? He shook his head slightly. It’s not play. It’s evaluating the skill set he already has so my training doesn’t prove useless.
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Post by tinyflame on Aug 7, 2019 12:13:40 GMT -5
(I have come!)
Dawnwing watched her kits wake up slowly, with Goatkit being the slowest as usual. She was still asleep, but probably wouldn't be for long, since Snakekit was already awake.
Snakekit was planning on waking up his sisters in a way that startled them. It seemed like fun, and it usually worked on Goatkit. Then he saw the stern look on his mother's face that said, 'I'm so done with your antics, stop.' This made him reconsider his plans.
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Post by Jekyll on Aug 7, 2019 12:32:46 GMT -5
Softpaw nodded and moved toward a tree. "I've always liked the forest more so I like coming here all the time. Being up in the trees is really fun so I taught myself how to climb, which isn't really that hard. Squirrels are also my favorite prey so, yeah." He made his way onto one of the branches, balancing on it, his claws digging into the bark. He focused on the closest branch of the next tree and took a deep breath before moving forward and then jumping, soaring across through the air and landing squarely on the branch, digging his claws into the wood and balancing himself.
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Post by rose on Aug 7, 2019 15:45:39 GMT -5
if someone would like to: maybe there’s a squirrelflight/leafpool situation happening where Dawnwing is pretending that her kits belong to a different father? He doesn’t have to know about their true heritage - maybe he really does believe they’re his. just an idea for extra plot points.
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Post by tinyflame on Aug 8, 2019 14:44:14 GMT -5
(I have come! I'm fine with that idea, but maybe if that is the case he could be covering for her in a Bluestar/Thrushpelt kind of way, where he knows they're not his but covers for her anyway)
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Post by rose on Aug 11, 2019 2:56:27 GMT -5
hello! i owe a few replies, i know, but how isn’t everyone doing?
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Post by tinyflame on Aug 11, 2019 14:53:22 GMT -5
hello! i owe a few replies, i know, but how isn’t everyone doing? (I'm not sick with the flu anymore, and I'm playing Pokemon Let's Go Eevee, and my little Eevee is dressed like a police officer and she's adorable.)
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Post by rose on Aug 16, 2019 15:51:00 GMT -5
eaglekit | nursery | tinyflame
The kit’s eyes fluttered awake slowly, the gray lids allowing a whisper of sunlight in before abruptly shutting once again. Despite the fact that they had only been open for a second, that second had been long enough to reveal the familiar ginger pelt of her brother - ready to pounce. Eaglekit’s expression changed immediately - the exhaustion being replaced with an alertness that seemed so typical to her usual face. “You thought you could get me,” she mewled tauntingly, getting to her paws. “But actually, I’m the one who’s going to get you!”
The she-kit’s stance changed immediately to an - in truth - sad attempt at recreating a warrior’s fighting stance. Taking no care in perfecting her form, however, Eaglekit leapt, landing squarely atop her brother. “Bet you weren’t expecting that one, now were you.”
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Post by rose on Aug 16, 2019 15:51:57 GMT -5
it’s certainly not the best reply, but at least it’s something. my muse has been nearly nonexistent these past few days :/
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Post by rose on Aug 16, 2019 16:04:00 GMT -5
ashstripe | forest | Jekyll
Ashstripe watched his apprentice with a hint of awe glinting throughout his green gaze. It looked almost as if Softpaw was flying. Despite the tom’s explicit expression showcasing he was impressed, he kept the words to himself. His silence hung low in the air as he watched the small apprentice sit in the tree - almost as if he, himself was a squirrel - but joy couldn’t help but grip his heart rapidly. That was his apprentice! Barely any BriarClan cats were able to climb trees well and now Softpaw was one of the few that could.
“Get down from there, now,” Ashstripe ordered, flicking his tail in authority. Climbing trees was fantastic, but it would be of no use if the pair returned back to camp with one measly finch. “We have more work to do, Softpaw.”
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Post by tinyflame on Aug 16, 2019 17:16:35 GMT -5
(I have come!)
Snakekit fell over from his sister landing on him. "Gah!" He exclaimed. He tumbled down, trying to push her off.
Goatkit finally awoke, opening her sleepy eyes. She yawned, still a bit groggy. She sat up slowly, easily the least excited cat in the den. "You're so loud, you woke me up." Goatkit mumbled to her siblings.
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