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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 4, 2019 15:02:30 GMT -5
I'm glad you like him Jek! I thought he was rather cute! I'll get to throwing out some starters soon.
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Aug 4, 2019 16:28:26 GMT -5
Duskfern Duskfern is a tall, sleek and lithely muscled she-cat with vibrant amber eyes. Her short fur is mainly a dark charcoal grey, though it's lighter on her stomach and interspersed with mottled black rosettes that are difficult to make out unless she's in direct sunlight. Her nose and paw pads are a dark grey, and she has viciously long fangs that she often uses to intimidate the younger cats into developing a healthy respect for her. (Though, of course, she'd never use them on a Clanmate.) Duskfern, though she maintains a rough and stern exterior, is a soft soul with a warm heart. She is fiercely loyal to her Clan and has a deep connection to Starclan. Duskfern started her journey to become a Medicine Cat when she developed Whitecough as a kit and had to be kept quarantined in the Medicine Den with the then Medicine Cat, Chivebark. Her fascination with herbs grew from there and she has grown into an intelligent and capable Medicine Cat. She still grieves for her Mentor, who passed away only recently. Lycaonia Medicine Cat Sister to Furycall. Changing Tides.
Mothshade Mothshade is, at first glance, a rather average she-cat. A dark grey-blue with faint tabby markings, she has no outstanding markings to draw the gaze of others and her own eyes are a calm grey-green. She's noticeably smaller than most full-grown she-cats, with large paws that didn't seem to know she had stopped growing. However, Mothshade is a small bundle of tightly wound muscle with wickedly sharp claws. The movement of her well-developed muscles is easily seen under her short, thick coat - A warning sign that while Mothshade may be small, she is every inch a fully trained Warrior with a lifetime of experience and be it on your own head to underestimate her in a fight. Mothshade shows little emotion in her daily life. Her face is usually set in a calm, collect expression that rarely shifts or changes beyond the odd small smile or frown. Underneath that facade is a fiercely passionate cat who, while hard to rile up, can hold a grudge for far longer than you'd expect. Her anger burns cold and she can be very imaginative in her revenge. Mothshade is confident in her abilities, but not arrogant. She is analytical in battle, never rushing in and thinking through every outcome before she makes a decision. On the other paw, this means she can have trouble reacting to spontaneous situations and can struggle to cope when her plans fall through. Lycaonia Warrior Relationships The Mother. Changing Tides.
Needlestrike Needlestrike is quite a typically-built tom for his clan - Big, heavily muscled and with thick, dark grey, tabby-marked fur only broken by a few small patches of white. He has sharp green eyes that always seem to be analysing the world around him. Needlestrike can look very intimidating at times with a varied selection of scars and claws that are both longer than most and incredibly sharp. He's not a great hunter, though he can get by, but really excels in fighting. Needlestrike is a quiet, serious tom for the most part, but doesn't usually disagree with having a bit of company. He get along with most of the other cats in the clan, with an affable nature that means he rarely causes any fuss or disagreements. His worst vice is his ability to hold a grudge. Needlestrike is hard to annoy or offend, but when it happens he will hold the grudge for years until he thinks he has suitably punished the one who wronged him. Lycaonia Warrior Relationships Changing Tides.
Finchpaw Finchpaw is a short, lean, reddish-brown tom with bright yellow eyes. His small size makes him look younger than he really is, but Finchpaw is shaping up to be a fairly decent Warrior for being only two Moons into his training. His large paws and long, thick tail give him excellent balance and stealth, so he usually prefers ambush attacks from above rather than trying to win through brute strength. Finchpaw is a quiet thing, but social. He loves spending time with the other Apprentices and has always adored a good story. He's often the first to volunteer for duties in the Elder's Den or Nursery as he has a strong compulsion to protect those who seem vulnerable. Finchpaw adores kits, bringing them feathers when he comes to change the nests. He can't wait until he's old enough to have kit of his own and wonders if his far-future mate would be alright with him being allowed to spend some time caring for them. Lycaonia Apprentice Relationships Changing Tides.
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Post by Jekyll on Aug 4, 2019 16:30:30 GMT -5
Lycaonia, maybe Furycall and Duskfern are siblings? They have alike colors and such.))
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 4, 2019 16:38:06 GMT -5
Whereabouts, With Whom, Tags Burningstar Just as sunlight was beginning to creep through CascadeClan camp's entrance, Burningstar was rousing from the depths of his den. Shaking his coat out, sending shreds of moss and burrs flinging as a result of his efforts. The muscled leader, as per the norm, was awake before the majority of his clan. The return of the dawn patrol being what roused him from a restful slumber. Taking the opportunity of privacy, a normally rather rare one, to groom his coat of the pickings a thorough shaking had failed to free him from. Burningstar sat in a comfortable silence as he worked, settled on the ridge just outside camp where he sunbathed for a short period. Ears carefully perked in the direction of camp in case anything went awry. With two young kits in the nursery, and more due any day. It seemed that peaceful days were going to be a commodity pretty soon. Allowing himself the chance to bask in the quiet for a little while longer, before turning away and returning to the caverns of camp. Making his normal rounds, the amber leader regarded the freshkill pile with a disdainful glance. Hardly bearing the offerings of a hearty breakfast, bearing a handful of fish, a stale looking squirrel and a mouse. He made a mental note to arrange with Furycall for a hunting patrol to be sent out in order to fix this issue. Despite the fierce growls of his own stomach, Burningstar elected to not choose anything for himself. Allowing his clanmates to make their pickings of the measly offerings, quite happy to wait his turn to ensure his clan was well fed. Instead, he set about one of the grizzlier jobs of the morning. Checking the nests for those who had the ill fortune of having been stolen during the night. It had been a fair couple of moons since the last unfortunate occasion, something Burningstar considered himself rather lucky for. But the itch that it was only a matter of time was beginning to make his pelt crawl, and thus the young leader was rather careful in his daily routine. Past leaders hadn't usually taken the task upon themselves, but Burningstar had been insistant on it for a couple of reasons. Namely, or at least the one he provided when asked about it, was because more often than not he was the first awake amidst camp. The truth was that the idea of another cat finding the truth, especially a younger one, worried him. Thus he always aimed to be the first, knowing he was adept at softening the blow should it be needed. Carefully weaving through camp, keeping his paws quiet as he searched each den for the tell tale scents of death lingering anywhere amidst the camp. He was immensley grateful to find none, and once certain his search would show up no results. The handsome leader returned into the main part of camp, with the intention of setting about a productive new day. Whereabouts, With Whom, Tags Wolfshade Wolfshade woke with the emptiness which had become the norm of recent moons. The loss of warmth from against his side was notable and something he disliked more than he cared to admit. Fortunately, the problem was a temporary one. For it would only be a handful of moons before his mate was returned to her nest, and they would be able to continue sleeping together in the warmth of their shared nest. But for the foreseeable future, her attention had been stolen from him, and others were currently occupying the spot he had once considered his. Whilst the newcomers were incredibly cute, that didn't mean he didn't miss the times he shared with the shecat he loved. In truth he knew he was likely welcome to join the queens in the nursery, even for a single night to sleep with his little family in the den. But Wolfshade would rather not take such a fatal blow to his reputation, and knew it would result in a poor night sleep for all four cats involved. He adored those kittens, even those who considered the tom cat a cold creature admitted it was obvious enough to see. However, they were rambunctious creatures and unfortunately the life of a warrior didn't offer much in the way of days off to spend with playful kittens. Thus he took moments out here and there in order to visit the trio who captivated his heart within the confines of the nursery whenever he was able to. And today, much to his delight was one of those occasions. Though he would have to depart by sunhigh, he had convinced the deputy to allow him a little while free of his duties to spend time with his family. A surprisingly difficult task to achieve, given that the deputy was to have kits of his own soon and would likely be in a similar position. But Wolfshade wasn't one to judge others on how they prioritised duties over life. Even if part of the bulky tom pitied the pregnant queen for the lot she'd been given. Trudging through the warriors den, exiting and making his way for the nursery. He passed by Shadowblossom with little acknowledgement; something he'd grown to expect. And pushed through the den entrance, and to where his mate lay sleeping like the dead. Whereabouts, With Whom, Tags Vixenwhisper Rather than rousing in her nest, an idea which made the young warrior pine for the very idea of her sleep, as the rest of her clan did as the sun was beginning to awaken from rest. Vixenwhisper was only just returning to camp as golden sunlight began to bathe CascadeClan territory in its warm glow. Clamped carefully in her jaws were the efforts of a solo morning hunt and patrol, boredom mixed with a night without sleep had driven the ginger furred warrior from her nest at an early hour. At the time it had felt like the right idea, but now her body ached for sleep. Something she would likely be denied until nightfall was upon them once again later that evening. Depositing the catches upon the pile, the pretty warrior contemplated for a moment testing her luck. It didn't seem that the deputy had awoken yet, thus the idea of catching up on her sleep admittedly flickered through her mind, even for a heartbeat. It was a selfish wish, she knew that much, but she feared her legs would give out from beneath her if she didn't return to her nest within the heartbeat. But she was more than aware that she would likely recieve a scathing from the deputy for laziness of she attempted to return to her nest just as the clan was awaking around her. And thus to save herself the needless heartache, Vixenwhisper found herself a comfortable place to settle at the side of camp. Here she could watch life slowly begin to buzz to life, waiting for instructions to keep her paws busy enough to provide a distraction from the pain of tiredness. But for now, she was left to wallow and be tortured by the very idea of sleep. Her gaze drawn momentarily to the nursery, where the soft sound of squeaking carried to her ears. The shecat's whiskers twitched in mild amusements. Kittens were something she had never considered, whilst cute; she remembered the sounds that had been elicited from the den as they arrived. Enough to put any sane cat off the idea of having their own. But new life was always a good thing, and it offered the chance at an apprentice some day in the near future. An exciting idea, even the young shecat had to admit. Whereabouts, With Whom, Tags Shadowblossom For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Shadowblossom had slept the night through. In the past moon, it seemed she always awoke prematurely. Be it from her own kittens being restless within her, one of the mischeivous pair in the den rousing her from her sleep, or the simple discomfort pregnancy brought. Her moons in the nursery hadn't been quite as well rested or comfortable as she had originally assumed from afar. What she hated the most, however, was the distance that her expectancy had put between her and her mate. She tried to comprehend the difficulties of being deputy, and though she understood that she couldn't always be her mates top priority. At least as a working warrior she could provide a service to the clan. Instead of being confined in the nursery like a misbehaving kit, waiting for the day her kits come so she could remember the sensation of freedom. After a moon and a half under the careful imprisonment observation of the medicine cats, her paws all but ached for the sensation of grass underfoot, the warmth of sunshine on her back but a distant memory by now. She understood the need to keep the kits safe, but failed to see the need to be treated like a deathly ill kitten. To put it simply, Shadowblossom couldn't wait to give birth, just to know her kits were safe in the den and not dependant on her for everything. The idea that the slightest mistake might have hurt them was terrifying to the elegant queen. But now that day was a matter of days away, the wish to get it over with was slowly being replaced by the fear of becoming a mother, Circling in her nest a couple of times, careful not to wake her denmates from their sleep, she slumped down again with a yawn. Setting about the meticulous task of cleaning her thick tortoiseshell coat. Her rounded belly making the task difficult as she struggled to access the trickier places to reach. Despite her best efforts, she never felt clean enough. Living in a den full of kits didn't lend itself to a cleanly lifestyle. Of the opinion she looked at least a little more presentable, the heavily pregnant queen hefted herself to her paws with a flick of her tail. Withdrawing from the den in silence, as she weaved through camp; her destination - the fresh kill pile, hoping to find something for herself and her denmates to devour. As annoying as they were, even the isolated Shadowblossom had to admit the kittens were rather cute, and she couldn't wait for the arrival of her own. Whereabouts, With Whom, Tags Dandelionkit Dandelionkit, a black splotch of colour against the ginger shades of his mother and brother, was sleeping as he always did. So actively an onlooker might well have believed he was awake and in fact fighting a particularly fierce enemy, intent on killing everything in the nursery. Or at least determined to keep everybody within a ten foxlength radius awake from his movements. At that particular moment, he was not Dandelionkit but Dandelionstar, leading his clan into battle against the fiercest of foes. The throes of battle quickly replaced with the joys of victory, whilst his clanmates howled his name to the skies. The truth when he awoke, was far more mundane and boring. The imaginations and desires of a warrior, stuck with the limitations of a three moon old kitten. Rolling over with a soft grumble, eyes furrowing as he desperately sought out the dream again. The nursery infinitely more boring than the world offered by his dreams, but sleep evaded him quite cruelly. No matter how he tossed or turned, sleep seemed to be retreating until the sun faded from the skies once more. Eliciting a growl of frustration, a sound that was more akin to a squeaking mouse than it was the fierce warrior he attempted to embody. He rolled over onto his paws, awake just in time to see Shadowblossom exit the nursery. Dandelionkit watched with mild interest. His mother had explained more than once that his denmate was expecting kittens, new denmates! Any day now, but he still wasn't sure what exactly that entailed, and his mother had grown squirmish when he sought her explanations. That, he decided, was reason enough not to pry any further. If his mother; the best at mud fights in all the clan, was revolted by something, he knew his reaction would likely have a similar sentiment. Distracted by a flick of his mother's tail, Dandelion grew deathly still. His attempt at the hunters crouch poor and untrained, but the determination in his pale blue graze amusingly fierce as he waited in silence. Before pouncing upon the enemy, in his mind a squirrel fat enough to feed the entire clan, yelling out in victory as he pinned it beneath tiny paws.
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Post by Jekyll on Aug 4, 2019 16:47:41 GMT -5
I'll type up my replies later tonight. I have DnD and so will poof soon))
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 4, 2019 16:49:38 GMT -5
Not a problem
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 4, 2019 17:14:04 GMT -5
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 4, 2019 17:18:42 GMT -5
No problem
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Post by ˏˋ h o s h i e ˎˊ on Aug 4, 2019 17:19:39 GMT -5
hello~ here are my forms! necro, if it isn't a problem, could you simply copy + paste their pics from ridgeclan? i'm on mobile, so reposting pictures are a bit harder ^^; if not, then i'll just go ahead and do it myself, no problem!
Peachtree. Elegant in words and appearance, Peachtree is as sweet as her namesake. She is an average-sized she-cat, but her long fluffy pelt tends to make her look larger. Her fur is a peachy color, with darker stripes of ginger and white alternating throughout. Her eyes are a light amber. With a penchant for dramatic flair, this she-cat is known for her flowery speech and her endearing gullibility - two qualities that define most of her personality. As distinguished as she may be, Peachtree is prone to being easily swayed by just about anyone, especially by her Clanmates who find her oblivious nature their source of amusement for the day. It isn't that she wasn't raised with sense, no, it's more of how trusting she is towards others, and how big of a heart she has, leading her to believe that one can do no wrong. Of course, she does occasionally rely on her instincts when what she perceives as a dubious situation comes up, so any cat plotting against her will find only a long lecture from her part, in which she thoroughly scolds them for taking her for granted. Because of her trusting nature, she's found it easy to become acquaintances with most of her Clanmates, and will show plenty of affection to those she considers close friends. Though she carries a fragile heart, Peachtree prefers to be seen as a refined, dignified she-cat of her Clan, able to soothe frenzied hearts and calm minds with her gracious words. ˏˋ h o s h i e ˎˊ Warrior. Open for family / open for romantic relationships.
Nightshade A pure black tom, long and slender in build. His body frame is significantly thinner and much more willowy when compared to other toms, which enables him to excel at sneaking around and going unnoticed by others. He has alluring green eyes. Nightshade is content in solitude, but doesn't mind interacting with those who actively reach out to him. He is suave, politely so, appearing humorous and inviting, but may come off as suspiciously shrewd to his fellow Clanmates. Though he innocently claims to have nothing but affection towards his peers, his aloof actions and honeyed words may cause others to falter around him, either out of doubt or out of bewilderment. He has a sort of sincere insincerity to him, which keeps others dubious of his true self, whether he happens to be playfully cynical or truly trustworthy. He seems to pride himself on how mistrustful he appears, and pays no mind to rumors or whispers concerning his true intentions within the Clan. Nightshade is nonchalant in the face of danger, an attitude that is perhaps intended to invite even more hostility for himself, but he seems to thrive off of these negative emotions, instead using them to belittle his aggressor for his own amusement. Despite his seemingly toxic nature, he retains his manners and remembers to be respectful towards who he deems as important cats in the Clan, from aged elders to new queens, and most honorably, its strong leader. ˏˋ h o s h i e ˎˊ Warrior ; possible Dark Forest ally. Open for family / open to romantic relationships.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 4, 2019 17:23:23 GMT -5
Hope you don't mind if I wait till morning to add them Hoshie?
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Post by ˏˋ h o s h i e ˎˊ on Aug 4, 2019 17:34:15 GMT -5
Hope you don't mind if I wait till morning to add them Hoshie? no problem at all!! it's a-okay c:
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 4, 2019 17:34:54 GMT -5
Awesome! Would you like to roleplay?[/sub[
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Post by ˏˋ h o s h i e ˎˊ on Aug 4, 2019 17:38:13 GMT -5
i would, but unfortunately i have some cleaning to do!! i have family coming over soon, so i have to finish up ;o; but afterwards i'll try to have some starters up!
edit: or i'll have some replies to your characters! if that's okay c:
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 4, 2019 17:39:12 GMT -5
Not a problem Hosh! Enjoy spending time with your family [/sub[
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 4, 2019 17:39:37 GMT -5
Replies to my starters are perfectly fine!
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Post by Moth's Wish on Aug 4, 2019 18:12:12 GMT -5
(How in the world do you come up with so many good plots Necro? It took me ages to come up with the ones for Gullyclan Dx Can I claim the reborn, or has that spot been spoken for?)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 4, 2019 18:13:35 GMT -5
I'm just incredible and people need to bow before me xD I have no social life Dunno XD Absolutely that role is free
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Post by Moth's Wish on Aug 4, 2019 18:18:47 GMT -5
(How modest of you xD Awesome! Lemme figure out what's goin on with my laptop and I'll post my forms)
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Post by PudgeCat on Aug 4, 2019 18:23:39 GMT -5
Badgertooth Badgertooth is a large, broad and muscular male. He has a more of a square shape, a sharp jaw line and wide ears. Badgetooth is known to have massive paws, making him slightly clumsier than the other cats. This male has a bicolor fur pattern of black and white. A black mask around his eyes and falling mostly over his body leaving over his muzzle, chest and stomach white. His nose is a pale pink color, white long whiskers and almond shaped eyes; his iris is a darker green with flecks of yellow. Overall, Badgertooth has a thicker pelt and longer fur ranging on a medium/long. He has a deep, calm voice and for his size is rather gentle. Badgertooth is a relaxed male, not often getting angry at things or other cats. Though he has a nasty habit of sarcasm and leaving messes behind. PudgeCat Warrior Blackeye = sister Changing Tides Blackeye Blackeye is a rather petite sized female, smaller than most of the cats her age. She is agile and toned well throughout her legs and chest. With a very long tail and long legs, she has a triangular face with a sharp chin and tall ears. Blackeye is a bicolored female with patterns of black and white. The female has a mostly complete black face with only her chin showing white, white down her chest and on each of her paws. The rest of her body is a very dark black. Blackeye has a dark nose, shorter dark whiskers and upturned eyes; the iris is a very pale light green and her namesake is from her right eye where there is a black spot within the green iris. The spot does not affect her sight and was there when she was born. Blackeye has shorter fur, thin and breathable. Blackeye is a very observant cat, she doesn't say much but her eyes are always watching even when others don't think so. She is reserved to herself and her brother, not unfriendly but not the best at making friends. This makes her come off as a cold and even mean cat. PudgeCat Warrior Badgertooth = brother Changing Tides
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 4, 2019 18:26:39 GMT -5
Welcome Pudge! Minor problem in that I do ask that you please don't join as members of your own family, but otherwise your forms are fab and shall be added in the morning!
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Post by PudgeCat on Aug 4, 2019 18:31:32 GMT -5
Alright understood. They don't have to be siblings then. Do you want me to edit that out?
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 4, 2019 18:32:49 GMT -5
Nah don't worry about editing it out I just wont add it to the front page; would you like to roleplay?
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Post by PudgeCat on Aug 4, 2019 18:36:20 GMT -5
Oh sure we can do some roleplay. Which cat? Also, I notice there wasn't a place for the cats ages. How old are some other cats?
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 4, 2019 18:38:44 GMT -5
I don't bother adding ages to the front page, don't personally see the need. But if you're interested in mine they're likely probably about this: Burningstar; 40+ moons old. Wolfshade; 40+ moons old. Vixenwhisper; 20+ moons old. Shadowblossom; 20+ moons old. Dandelionkit; 3 moons old.
Take your pick! I have a bunch of starters higher up so you're welcome to reply to any of them.
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Post by PudgeCat on Aug 4, 2019 18:58:03 GMT -5
Blackeye stretched herself, long and lean thin body with glistening black, out from the den of warriors. The night past was long, she had not slept the best and tried her paw at night hunting. The female did not have the best time but she was able to catch a few things. She had arrived a few hours before dawn to get some rest though, even after going out, Blackeye had a fitful rest. She gave a few long tongue strokes to her chest, laying the sleep wild fur down. It was going to be a long day for the female. With a nose exhale, she took a long watchful look around the camp.
The burning russet fur of her leader caught her attention. Perhaps he would send her on a patrol or hunting. Blackeye could not see the deputy so she assumed he was tasked with one of the duties already. She was yet to be given her jobs of the day. Gentle pawsteps, Blackeye stepped over the Burningstar. Her long tail curled idly and eyes calm,
"How is the morning?" She attempted small talk, if only with him. Blackeye knew she was not easy to be around but she had to try for her leader. He was a good male, a strong leader and he was able to put up with all the daily nuisances of clan life. Leadership was something she always despised the idea of. Taking care of the clan entirely, no she was well enough as a warrior until her bones were weak and the elders took her in.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Aug 4, 2019 19:15:11 GMT -5
Whereabouts, With Whom, Tags Burningstar The sound of pawsteps alerted Burningstar to the approach of a cat before he caught sight of them, turning around to catch sight of the smaller shecat making her way over. His russet ears twitched forward, trying to suss out whether there was something wrong, but unable to bite any concern or upset to her demeanour, the handsome tom was quick to relax from the worrying idea. His expression moulded from one of mild concern to a genuinely friendly appearance, shifting his muscular hindquarters to offer the smaller shecat room to settle down beside him in the early morning sunshine. Momentarily distracted by the sound of squeaking pulling free from the nursery, visible tension pulled through his frame before settling again once certain nothing was wrong. The leader, like much of the clan was tense about the imminent arrival of kittens. The protective natured tom intent on ensuring the camp was safe by the time they were born. Despite harbouring no bloodline with, kits were the lifeline of his clan; and to an extent he considered the entire clan his kits or family. Returning his attention to the shecat, drawing his tail around him as an especially bitter breeze flickered through camp. “Its going rather well, thanks,” he replied calmly but the smile lingers on his red furred face. “How about yourself?”
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Post by PudgeCat on Aug 4, 2019 19:25:48 GMT -5
Blackeye could read other cats well enough. Even as a young kit, she would watch and read the expressions, the emotions, and from there gauge their thoughts. Burningstar seemed worried but to her, that was a normal emotion for him to have. He eas the leader of the clan, he had so much to do and to worry about. The tiny mews of the nursery brought her attention and she understood more. Was he scared for the young ones? Kits were a blessing but it was also a nerving time. What if a sickness came? A drought or hunger? She flicked her ears politely sitting herself next to him, surrounding her front paws with her tail.
"Not much to report." Blackeye replied. It was strange, his friendliness and smile. How could he remain so upbeat when his fur was covered in concern? The strength of him, she could never truly understand that. The female shifted, wondering what next to say. What do the other cats talk about? By Starclan she was bad at this.
"Uh," She cleared her throat, "how are the kits?" Blackeye would not visit them. She had no interest in kits or queenhood. Perhaps once they were at age she would have the chance for an apprentice but that idea also frustrated her. A loyal warrior but Blackeye was not a cuddly, caring kind. Perhaps Burningstar would talk and that would take the edge and weight from his shoulders. She could do that for him, always.
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