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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 12, 2019 20:30:39 GMT -5
Or, for the sake of ease and continuing roleplaying we could just say Shadow gave birth in the medicine cat den?
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Aug 12, 2019 21:38:28 GMT -5
Duskfern"Furycall," Duskfern replied, voice emotionless, "I see you've managed once again to exceed my expectations in how much you've managed to hurt yourself. Again." Sighing, Duskfern shoved her irritation aside to smile at her brother. "Shadowblossom did just fine," She assured him, flicking her tail towards the Nursery, "It was a hard kitting and she can be as stubborn as you at times, but you have three healthy kits. Two toms and a she-kit to be precise." Duskfern kept up the information as she cleaned and dressed his wounds. Comfrey root and Cobweb went onto the missing and wrenched claws, a poultice of Horsetail, Goldenrod and Marigold for the bite and smaller wounds, covered with more Cobweb to keep it on and clean. "And finally," She meowed, setting a few Elder leaves down for him, "Eat these. They'll dull your pain without making you sleepy. I'll give you some Poppy before bed, you'll need the uninterrupted sleep." Shaking her head, she butted gently against her brother's shoulder, saying without words that she was glad he was okay. "Alright, go meet your kits, mouse-brain," She teased, shooing him out of her den and looking sternly at Burningstar. "And you, come on. He's back, which means it's your turn."
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Post by rose on Aug 13, 2019 7:04:55 GMT -5
rainwillow | camp | Lycaonia
Rainwillow returned to camp, a meager mouse still trapped within her sharp teeth. The hunt had certainly been an uneventful one - a whole forest was out there, and all she had been able to retrieve was a minuscule mouse. In truth, hunting was definitely not her strong suit - it never had been, either, and she didn’t know why she had thought StarClan would cause a miracle and allow her to catch more, especially on her own. Her arrival was met with mewls coming from the nursery - apparent news of Shadowblossom’s extremely recent kitting being carried with them in the wind. Her lips curled into a smile, and she took a step towards the thicket to meet the new additions to the Clan, though that happiness was cut short as her head turned at the sight of her son, his shoulder marked with bruises that seemed to be caused from claws. The smile she once carried at the prospect of new kits completely disappeared - she could (and definitely would) go to meet them later, but checking on her son could simply not wait. With heavy paws, the she-cat made her way over to Duskfern’s den. The medicine cat seemed to be ushering Burningstar in, and though yearning to talk to her mate clawed at every inch of her body, her son’s wellbeing came first. She turned to the ginger tom. “Finchpaw,” she mewled, her voice urgent. “Does it hurt? What happened?” She knew it was Duskfern’s job as the medicine cat to assess his wounds, but she couldn’t help it; it was instinct. In truth, the bruise didn’t look too bad, though in her eyes - a bruise was still a bruise, and if it led to infection, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself.
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Post by rose on Aug 13, 2019 7:10:32 GMT -5
featherpaw | exiting camp | PudgeCat
Hailpaw’s acceptance of her offer certainly struck Featherpaw as odd. The other she-cat had seemed slightly taken aback at the sound of another cat’s voice, Featherpaw had noticed, and she smirked at the realization. “You know, we won’t get in trouble for going out - especially once the rest of the Clan see how much fresh-kill we’re going to bring back.”
Featherpaw turned, moving her paws as to step out of camp. She followed the other apprentice closely; she didn’t want to fall behind and make the impression that she couldn’t keep up - no, she’d have to keep up if she wanted to contribute to how much prey they were going to catch. Picking up her pace, the she-cat opened her mouth to speak. “We could go near Hollow Lake, if you’d like. I think I’m craving fish, and the last time I went with Blackeye, the water was almost extra clear - if that’s even possible, that is. Fishing will be easy enough, and we’ll be able to collect lots of other fresh-kill on the way over, as well.”
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Post by PudgeCat on Aug 13, 2019 11:55:03 GMT -5
Hailpaw ;
Her whiskers twitched with excitement as Featherpaw echoed her own thoughts. With Shadowblossom having her kits, of course the clan will need some prey. The grey tabby slowly curled her plumed tail, enjoying the thought of the Hollow Lake. Featherpaw had good ideas, fish sounded like the best plan for the two apprentices. The smaller cat gave a slight motion, wanting the other to take the lead towards the Lake.
It would be good to warm up her own muscles, giving a long good shake of her fur and each leg a good gentle stretch. One day, she will be a warrior and this would be apart of her life. Hunting, patrols, friendships. Hailpaw glanced nervously over at Featherpaw. Are they friends? Could they be friends? Hailpaw usually spent her time with her brother, Finchpaw. They were close and he understood her even if she couldn't speak. It would be hard to do that with other cats, maybe they didn't even want her to be a warrior because she couldn't speak. It's not like she didn't try. Whenever her mouth opened, all she could make were strange noises but no words.
Disheartened at her own thoughts, Hailpaw watched the ground troubled and waited for Featherpaw to lead.
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Post by ˏˋ h o s h i e ˎˊ on Aug 14, 2019 0:09:33 GMT -5
; so sorry these are late!! i did a slight timeskip for them, hope it doesn't mess anything up ;A;
; - Peachtree It had been a rather excellent hunt, she decided, dropping off a mouthful of two dangling squirrels onto the fresh-kill pile with a satisfied purr. She had returned to the camp with her group just shortly of that moment, and now all Peachtree thought about was finding a good spot to nap away the rest of the afternoon. This was before she caught a glimpse of the very familiar russet pelt of her leader, Burningstar, who she assumed had recently returned to the camp as she did. Eagerly did she decide to approach him, wanting to know every detail of how well Finchpaw did during their patrol - until she noticed the bloody fur matting on his leg, and how he was in the middle of an exchange with Furycall. Admittedly, she could feel a tense aura between them even where she stood, and so Peachtree was left to warily tiptoe towards her leader, holding herself in feigned casualty to appear more confident.
"Burningstar, I am glad to see you've returned. However ... I must ask, what in StarClan has happened to you? And, if I may insist, has the same happened to my brave apprentice, your dear son? By the looks of you, I might not ever let Finchpaw out of my sight until he's named a warrior - and perhaps even after that." The she-cat chattered woefully, her fluffed tail sweeping upwards as she bowed her head respectfully to the tomcat. "Please, tell me gently, for I feel as if I'll need a fainting nest if it's worse than what I expect."
; - Nightshade The precious sounds of newborn kittens had successfully continued to interrupt his rest, no matter how far he positioned himself away from the nursery. He hadn't known he needed a reminder of how much he loathed adored the curious mewlings and cries of such creatures, but it seemed StarClan was insistent on doing so for him. Nightshade sighed for what seemed the hundredth time as his ears twitched towards the source of his bane, his green eyes opening in slits to observe the area in front of him. Briefly he wondered if anyone else was feeling the same as he was - then again, most of his Clanmates would probably find the noises of these bundles of joys totally adorable, and Nightshade could only sigh at the thought.
Getting to his paws, he decided to sniff around the fresh-kill pile for a quick bite, taking note of the prey he and his group had added along. He settled on a sparrow instead, hoping the action of plucking out the feathers would help him become sleepy once more. The tom found a comfortable part of the clearing to sit, and sprawled himself down onto the ground, not exactly looking as sleek and elegant as he usually did. Rather, he definitely looked as if he had been having a hard time with his nap, his fur tousled from the tossing and turning he did.
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Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Aug 14, 2019 9:52:43 GMT -5
FinchpawFinchpaw grimaced at the bruises on his shoulder, grooming carefully around the area. Luckily Duskfern hadn't applied anything to them, but she had forced a vile concoction of Willow Bark sap, Thyme and Elder leaves down his throat. The pain was quickly easing, but the taste lingered in his mouth. His vaguely amused watching of Duskfern trying to bully his father into her Den was interrupted by the return of his mother.
Finchpaw flushed, mildly embarrassed by her fussing, but mostly just happy to see her. He knew there were cats whose parents didn't care and he was always grateful for his mother's enthusiasm in caring for him, even if it could be a little mortifying when she did it in front of the older Warriors. "I'm fine Mama," He hurried to reassure her, "Duskfern's already had a look. I'm not allowed to go out again today, but she said they should heal up quick enough. It doesn't even really hurt anymore, promise!"
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Post by PudgeCat on Aug 14, 2019 10:09:12 GMT -5
Lycaonia - Has Duskfern seen Blackeye yet?
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 14, 2019 12:31:53 GMT -5
Welcome Calliope, your form is fine but I ask you please join as two cats in first joining. You’d be welcome to a kit if you’d like
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Post by rose on Aug 14, 2019 13:05:28 GMT -5
featherpaw | going towards hollow lake | PudgeCat
Featherpaw took the flick of the other apprentice’s tail as a sign of wanting her to take the lead. She nodded, turning towards the direction of Apple Creek. If memory served her correctly, it connected directly to Hollow Lake. “So, how strong of a swimmer are you?” the she-cat asked, though her head didn’t turn to see behind her. She waited a moment for an answer, though then instantly bit her tongue. How could she be so insensitive? She knew Hailpaw had issues with speech - Rainwillow had told her as much after seeing the earnest attempts she gave to make friends and play with Hailkit in the nursery when they were both merely kits. Though she opened her mouth to try and whisper out an apology, nothing came out. What if Hailpaw didn’t find it offensive and giving an apology made the situation bigger than it was? Did she really have to apologize? For what?
Instead, Featherpaw closed her mouth and peered out at the scenery. With Hailpaw, the journey was certainly a lot quieter than it typically would have been with Blackeye or one of the other apprentices; though, with the silence, there came a form of serenity that seemed to hang low over the Earth - blanketing it in calm. She was able to appreciate the shift in scenery as the rocky terrain gave way to leafy trees, and she put her head up as to enjoy it further - her pale blue eyes blinking at every new thing she had never noticed before. “This is a lot of fun, Hailpaw.”
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 14, 2019 13:06:30 GMT -5
I’m around, just waiting for Jekyll to get the chance to respond
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Post by Jekyll on Aug 14, 2019 13:34:32 GMT -5
Hello. What do I need to respond to?? I didn't think I had anything right now))
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Post by rose on Aug 14, 2019 13:36:44 GMT -5
rainwillow | camp | Lycaonia
Rainwillow scanned the bruise quickly, her eyes dancing over the horrid sight. She sighed in contentment; if Duskfern says he’s fine, then he’s fine . Her eyes glanced over to Burningstar, though Peachtree had beat her to him. She ached to know if he was okay - her heart sunk suddenly at the thought of losing him or one of her kits, and her chest was left feeling a broken hollowness within mere seconds. She turned back to Finchpaw with a smile. Duskfern is a good medicine cat. Finchpaw is fine. Burningstar is fine. “If you ever need me, just call. I’ll be there faster than a mouse scurries away at the sight of a cat.” Her tail rested gently on the tom’s ginger shoulder, and the blue of her eyes sparkled in unmistakable reminiscence. “I spent a fair share of my younger warrior-hood in the medicine cat den. Quarrels with foxes, badgers, you name it.” She opened her mouth to scent the air. “Based on scent and that bruise, I’m assuming you were unlucky enough to run into a fox? Those are definitely tricky to deal with; but nothing a great fighter like you can’t do.”
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 14, 2019 13:42:16 GMT -5
Lyca’s post at the top of the page Jek, no worries
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Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Aug 14, 2019 13:43:34 GMT -5
PudgeCat Oh, yes ^^ Apologies, I meant to make a note about that. Since Furycall coming back happened so quick. Blackeye just had a sprain, right? If so, Duskfern would have put a poultice of Nettle and Elder Leaf onto the area, covered in Cobweb to stop it rubbing off. Then she would have given the same pain-relief mix as she gave Finchpaw - Willow Bark sap, Thyme and Elder Leaf, but with Daisy leaf also added as it's good for sprains in particular.
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Post by PudgeCat on Aug 14, 2019 13:47:11 GMT -5
Yep, just a sprain. Alright I'll make sure it's noted that she is done in my next reply. I'll get to those shortly.
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Post by PudgeCat on Aug 14, 2019 14:11:50 GMT -5
Blackeye ;
The warrior watched the clan bustle with activity. The news of the fox had traveled through all of the cats and now it was up to Burningstar to handle it. Blackeye laid in the cooler shade of the camp, paw wrapped up and covered with poultice that gave off the worst stench. She hated healing herbs even if it did help. Hopefully, this would only have to be applied once. Blackeye needed to be fit enough to hunt and patrol, mostly to train Featherpaw. Her ears flicked, slightly frustrated. Apprentices needed so much attention. Unlike the other mentors, Blackeye couldn't connect to Featherpaw completely.
Hailpaw ;
Padding softly after Featherpaw, the little apprentice did her best to keep up. Even if her spirits were dampened by thoughts, the clan needed prey and that is what she would focus on. No matter what happened, she had to remain positive somehow. Her eyes followed Featherpaw, the female glancing back with a question and instant regret. It was hard to answer questions that included more words than yes or no. Hailpaw tried to give off signals of communication with her tail or ears but while walking in the woods, it would be hard to do. Instead, Hailpaw didn't answer. She wasn't the best swimmmer, Badgertooth was better, but the apprentice loved the water.
The silence came back, the trees towering over the cats and daylight glistening on their silver fur. She couldn't talk but she would do her best. Starclan gave her four paws and two eyes, with those she'd be a warrior. Her eyes drifted to Featherpaw again, speeding up a bit to match her steps. With eyes wide and bright, Hailpaw nodded to her. It was a lot of fun!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 14, 2019 19:01:42 GMT -5
Jekyll understand if your busy but are you around?
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Post by Jekyll on Aug 14, 2019 19:04:47 GMT -5
Here. I never close out my tab so it normally says I'm always online. Lol. Let me type up a reply))
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Post by Jekyll on Aug 14, 2019 19:08:29 GMT -5
Furycall gave a light chuckle and nodded his head to his sister before turning and leaving the medicine cat den. Before going to the nursery the tom stopped and picked up a plump mouse, knowing his mate would likely be hungry after her ordeal. The large black tom now turned and moved toward the nursery, poking his head inside and letting his eyes adjust to the dim light within before he finally spotted his mate, four small kits nestled by her stomach. A purr rumbled from the tom as he padded over to her and set down the mouse, nudging it toward her before touching his nose to each of the kit's pelts. "Hello love, I brought you something to eat. Have you named them yet?" His eyes glittered in the dim light as he gazed down in adoration at his kits.
(Is she on Furycall's side?)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 14, 2019 19:20:52 GMT -5
Uncertain in that note admittedly, I like to think she’s entirely naive to his dark side, or perhaps unknowingly looks past it
The new mother lifted her head at the sound of approaching pawsteps, instinctually protective over the very tiny trio of kits, over the next few days she would no doubt be very careful about who she did and didn’t let around the newborns, allowing her kittens to grow a little before revealing them to the clan. Creatures as innocent as the sweet things nursing at her stomach didn’t need to be introduced to the hardships of clan life just yet after all. “What trouble have you gotten yourself into?” She grumbled tiredly, though the light of amusement burned in her gaze. She raised her head somewhat shakily to touch her nose to his, uncurling a little, so her mate was able to see their kittens easier. “Aren’t they perfect?” In spite of everything, the adoration in the young queen’s eyes was undoubtable, pride all but poured from her. Nodding gratefully at the presentation of a mouse, she pulled it closer and devoured it in a matter of bites. “Not yet,” she admitted, whilst having given much thought to the matter, uncertainty plagued her. “What do you think?”
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Post by Jekyll on Aug 14, 2019 19:57:15 GMT -5
Furycall gave a small chuckle and laid down by his mate, looking at the kits thoughtfully. He was about to speak when the tiny calico tom reared back and gave a small sneeze, another following soon after. "Well, he seems to be quite the sneezer." The tom chuckled lightly. "How about Sneezekit for him?" He then seemed to spot the uniquely tiny runt of the litter and wondered how something so small could be his son. The brown of his fur made him think of a certain bush and he gave a smile. "And how about Brackenkit for this small guy?" The tom nuzzled his two sons and then his daughter before looking up at his mate.
(I wanted to know if she would be someone who knows of it and such and what he really thinks of their leader and such and if she's on his side or not is all)
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Post by rose on Aug 14, 2019 21:55:47 GMT -5
brackenkit | nursery | 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ Jekyll
The small tom lay quietly at his mother’s belly, suckling intently. At the moment, he had no purpose - and drinking milk was definitely the only thing on his mind.
He jumped ever so slightly when another cat’s muzzle touched him, though he relaxed quite quickly. Despite the darkness of the world around him, the tom felt a sense of security; like there was nothing to worry about. Warmth came from all areas - blanketing him in it, and though coming into this world had been an odd sensation, now, he was free to focus only on filling his hungry belly. He let out a soft mewl, deciding he was full, and pulled his small brown head away from his mother - making an uneventful, yet nevertheless an attempt, at crawling away to a different area. In truth, from an outside eye, the tom was merely wriggling slowly, but he didn’t know that. Finally, Brackenkit stopped. This was exhausting! Finally, he turned back to where he assumed his mother was, and began making his way back to the warmth of her belly, letting out two small mewls in the process.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 15, 2019 10:20:12 GMT -5
Watching with an immense amount of pride as her mate surveyed the trio of kittens nursing beside her, the queens purr was a roll of Thunder in her chest, the smile though tired seemed to light up the world. Listening with interest, her gaze fixed on the newborns but ears twitching as the tom moved to nuzzle her sons. Tension shot through her, a protectiveness that was only natural, her lips parted with a barely stifled warning to be gentle. He knows, she reminded herself firmly, reaching down to replicate his actions. But it seemed bizarre to watch her giant of a mate around such tiny creatures. The urge to love and protect was fierce in her chest. “I think those are perfect,” she responded, though lightly chuckled at the name for her larger son, hoping kittenhood snuffles wouldn’t plague him into warriorhood as her mate suggested. She leaned down to lap across the newly dubbed Sneezekit’s tiny nose, hoping to help the kitten as best as she could. After her seemingly fruitless attempts, she turned to look at her trouble maker of a daughter. Running her nose through the kittens beautiful calico coat thoughtfully, “Poppykit,” she decided. Looking back down to witness Brackenkit move an entirety of three inches, promptly decide that he hated it and begin squirming back soon after. The queen grinned with amusement, using her hind leg to scoop the kitten closer again. “An adventurer already, I see!” She chuckled. Shadowblossom nestled the tom close, grooming his fur with meticulous laps of her tongue. “You’ll be exploring in no time little one, but for now stay by me.”
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Post by rose on Aug 16, 2019 5:37:53 GMT -5
featherpaw | apple creek | PudgeCat
The silver of the she-cat’s paws glinted wildly at every step - her pace was quickening and the sun was clearly having trouble deciding where to rest on her flurry of movement. The ground beneath her became greener with every paw step, and raising her head to peer farther into the distance, the familiar sight of Apple Creek seemed to glow bright before her eyes. Featherpaw looked behind herself as to make sure Hailpaw was still following, and smiled at the familiar sight behind her. She approached the creek slowly, the water lapping unenthusiastically at the silver she-cat’s paws - merely wetting her gently. A faint unmistakable melody of bird song filled her ears, and they stood straight up - alert. “If we see anything other than fish, it wouldn’t hurt to grab it too, Hailpaw; but that was probably pretty obvious.” With her words, Featherpaw looked around herself excitedly. The forest is always alive with prey whenever I come with Blackeye, she thought willfully, though her hopes diminished quickly. Unfortunately, it seemed apparent that her quick paw steps had been a little too quick, and most animals near by were now aware of her presence. She shook her head, wading farther into the shallow creek, trying to rid the thought that it was her fault that the Clan wouldn’t be able to enjoy extra prey. “Never mind, then,” she mewled slowly. “Let’s hurry up and get to Hollow Lake and catch all of the fish. I’m sure the prey will be back by the time we’re done.”
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Post by 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝 on Aug 16, 2019 6:12:04 GMT -5
Silverpaw and Badgerclaw Silverpaw A light grey - white tabby shecat with darker grey stripes and a cute pink nose and sapphire eyes. She is creative with a great sense of smell and has loved sorting herbs since she was a kit and sometimes snuck into the medicine cats den to sort the herbs however she liked but it became a mess. She loves to explore around the camp and relax on a rock while the sun is setting. She is calm and loves collecting flowers out in the grass undergrowth. She is very gentle and honest. She doesn’t tend to use her fighting skills but she does when she needs to. She loves laying around and helping other cats. She’s a very kind nature. She tends to play with her older brother and he helps her with some fighting moves. silvertail Medicine Cat Apprentice Older Brother is Badgerclaw ————————— Badgerclaw A black and white Tom Cat warrior with swift and strong legs, he is advanced and tends to like to make up some moves of his own so he can beat other cats with moves they don’t know about, he is pure black with white socks and stripes and a bit of grey. He has a pure black nose and emerald eyes. He believes Starclan is another clan far from this clan that has magic abilities to help and watch other the other clans. He got the name Badgerclaw for when there was a badger attack and he got clawed by one. He is strong and has a swift pace and strong shoulders for fighting. He is ambitious and worthy, he loves fighting for what he know is right. He plays with his younger sister and helps her with a few fighting moves for when she needs it. silvertail Warrior Younger Sister is Silverpaw (I would only like to roleplay with these 2 for now if that’s ok until I get used to this again, I have been on hiatus with the ‘Changing Tide’
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 16, 2019 6:24:08 GMT -5
Welcome Silver! Could you please get a picture for both cats? I’d rather not use the same picture but otherwise your forms seem good.
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Post by 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝 on Aug 16, 2019 6:25:45 GMT -5
Oh yes sorry I just realised why. I’ll get it now for ya!
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Post by 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝 on Aug 16, 2019 7:16:02 GMT -5
Welcome Silver! Could you please get a picture for both cats? I’d rather not use the same picture but otherwise your forms seem good. Done
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 16, 2019 7:19:09 GMT -5
Amazing, thanks a tonne! I shall add later today but you are welcome to roleplay
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