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Post by โจ nissabug โจ on Sept 24, 2019 16:38:23 GMT -5
Honeypaw had woken up shortly after Heavypaw did, and as he rolled out of this nest she was quick to follow. She took the quietest pawsteps she could, and when she was just close enough... she leapt forward, but instead of hitting him she landed beside him, planting her face into the dust. She let out a cough and a giggle, then rolled onto her back to look up at Heavypaw. "Morning!" she mewed through another laugh. "I almost gotcha!"
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Post by แดษชsแดาแดสส ยป on Sept 24, 2019 17:21:30 GMT -5
His fluttering words of deflection and veiled embarrassment don't seem to fool her, the blue of her eye deep and sparkling in the way the frosted cyans and royal flecks shimmered when her gaze narrowed, an eyebrow raising in a comedic sense of what all cats could understand:
Really?
There was amusement, however, that rose in the sharp angles of her face and framed by the soft, thick folds of the pelage around her like soot-coated snow. Shaking her cranium with a gentle snort, the length of her tail shivered and bobbed like it was bait laid in the river, nibbled and tugged on by hundreds of curious fish. Voice coiled with spring flowers and fresh water, she spoke with the finesse of a quick-footed wolf,
" I would indeed hate to see that- for he would be quite decidedly unscathed, don't you think? I am hardly ever wrong, you know. "With a long-suffering sigh, like a mother met with the innocent-looking face of her child who attempted to convince her he hadn't eaten any berries with purple-red stain all over his mouth, Shrewfrost ever-so-lightly bumped her shoulder to his, careful not to unbalance him. Muscle corded hard and elegant along her figure, she murmured to the wind that passed them, flashing a sly look in his direction along the thin line of her genuine smile-" Ah, but I suppose between us, your secret is safe with me. I'll be sure to lavish the kids with something amusing, I am good for entertainment when I have such a consistent and visual subject. "She truly laughed this time, this sweet-tinkling thing that was at-odds with the well-honed figure and sharp look of her face, and where one expected such cold blue eyes to be as equally frigid in emotion, one found it was almost never the case with her. They sparkled with warmth, in the curl of her eye-smile and the jolly of her cheeks when they lifted in her grin. " You'll have to have another meeting with this bear, though, so I can keep my stories comin' instead of dryin' up. "
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Post by โ๐ณโแดcสแดแด
๐ฆโ๐ณโโcโแดส on Sept 24, 2019 18:01:20 GMT -5
Hopefullt someone will join as that soon enough
And I love them too! On with replying
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Post by โ๐ณโแดcสแดแด
๐ฆโ๐ณโโcโแดส on Sept 24, 2019 18:20:10 GMT -5
The serious expression and tone on her face were almost comical when juxtaposed by the mischeivous glint in her eye as she regarded her mate as stoically as she could manage. "If you don't mind recieving a scathing from Sagepool for allowing a pregnant queen freedom from camp?" Cygnetstar queried playfully. Most might have disapproved of such immature behaviour from the leader, but the truth was the silver tabby was still a young cat, and the burden of responsibility was yet to quite eliminate the adventerous nature from her. Though perhaps the imminence of motherhood might manage. Despite her high position, the slender shecat took every opportunity to remind herself fun wasn't actually a crime in spite of status. Assuming he was fine with taking the risk of losing his pelt to the paws of Sagepool, the queen picked up a steady trot and lead the way up the rocky paths of the camps walls. Energy saturated by poise and grace underlined every step, If expectancy had drained her energy and speed, Cygnetstar was yet to show indications of it. Though her stomach had only just begun to show the signs of roundness. "Where do you fancy venturing to?" She asked as soon as they were free of the watchful gaze of camp, half the time it felt that everything from the foliage to the outcroppings had the senses with which to spy and eavesdrop. The consequent scoff and growl was laced with a mostly playful tone, though the indicators for a bruised ego and hurt pride were more than palpable. It seemed his pretty companion had seen through his lies and fantasy from a mile away, but that didn't mean he was about to relent on the fun quite so quickly. She's smarter than she looks, Runninghare was willing to admit, if only to himself. He regarded the shecat with an admiring glance, before quickly tearing it back to the paths ahead. "In truth you likely wouldn't see the bear," he responded with ease, the smooth grace of water cascading down the rocks, not entirely dissimilar to the downfall his attempts were making. "It was so embarrassed by being beaten by a single cat, it has run from the territory never to be seen again, you'd need to go searching far and wide in order to come even close to it." Small as he might have been, the dappled tom cat wasn't easily felled by something as meagre as a shove of the shoulder. In fact he returned the gesture in a similarly playful fashion, growling all the while. "Fine," he said with a flick of his tail, playing up any true annoyance he harboured at being caught out by such a simple lie. "You're right, it was no bear that caused me such horrific injuries." His whiskers twitched, gaze falling to his paws in sheepishness. "It was in fact a pack of wolves I faced," he interrupted any chance Shrewfrost might have had to interject with a playful growl.
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Post by Weaselstar on Sept 24, 2019 18:20:41 GMT -5
Tinypaw Tinypaw is a white tabby tom with specks of black on his paws.He has blue eyes which are very rare for a cat.Tinypaw also has a weasel-shaped nose which gave him his name Weasel.He later changed it because he it made him feel weird about himself.He also has incredibly sharp claws that are hard to keep in.After a badger attacked his family he was left alone and was forced to live in the wild as a kit.Tinypaw was eventually found by a patrol,as he was going into starvation.He was led into camp where the leader accepted him in and he was named an apprentice.He is a kind cat but can be fierce despite his puny size.(A bit smaller than Scourge.)He also can be stubborn if someone gets on his nerves.Rped by Weaseltail Rank:Apprentice Relationships:Open Mate/Crush:Open
Rippletail Rippletail is a black she-cat with amber eyes.She has white flecks of fur on her pelt.Her tail has many scratches on it,giving her her name.Rippletail is fairly quick as she is able to catch rabbits.She is mostly kind but is stubborn if someone gets on her bad side.Rippletail is an excellent fighter and was able to defeat a dog by herself when she was an apprentice.Her mother was born in HazeClan,but was killed by a badger when she was hunting for her kit.Rippletail hates badgers because of this,so she is EXTREMELY moody when it comes to badgers. Rank:Warrior Relationships:Open Mate/Crush:Honeypaw
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Post by โ๐ณโแดcสแดแด
๐ฆโ๐ณโโcโแดส on Sept 24, 2019 18:22:10 GMT -5
Hi Weaselstar could you possibly give the rules a read over before joining and fix your forms accordingly?
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Post by Weaselstar on Sept 24, 2019 18:29:00 GMT -5
(I looked at โem๐)
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Post by โ๐ณโแดcสแดแด
๐ฆโ๐ณโโcโแดส on Sept 24, 2019 18:30:14 GMT -5
Not really? XD I ask you join with two characters on first joining, and to have one apprentice please have two cats of other ranks so we're not entirely inundated with apprentices.
Furthermore, slight nitpick, but kittypet backgrounds don't really work in the context of the clan.
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Post by Blaze โก on Sept 24, 2019 18:30:43 GMT -5
[ I spent the past 5 hours in a tractor because this field was almost 100 acres x-x
I will work on my responses and actually type out the rest of my starters, I was going to do it last night but when my friends messaged me asking if I was going to game. Also I probably am going to use Stormkit for my Cygnet/Weasel fam and I have so more ideas for another rogue, I forgot I made this for another rp that had a similar plot. These two characters actually have a solid backstory for hating clans and such. ]
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Post by โ๐ณโแดcสแดแด
๐ฆโ๐ณโโcโแดส on Sept 24, 2019 18:33:32 GMT -5
Oof, that sounds painful. I just drove home for an hour and a half and that was painful, five is unimaginable. mostly cos this is england, I'd need a boat at some point
No worries, take your time Blaze.
And yay, Stormkit is an awesome name.
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Post by Blaze โก on Sept 24, 2019 18:38:58 GMT -5
[ so much cruising up and down the rows, raking the hay into piles. driving is the worst, but I guess I prefer driving at the small speeds of tractor within a set field then driving down the highway. I figured out during college that I have a lot of anxiety when it comes to traveling alone for 150 miles/3 hours. I will send you the description of my two rogues later and we can evaluate if they were a good fit for the newcomers or not. StormStorm for the win! <3 I know he is going to look like his mom, maybe have green eyes but both of his parents have yellow or amber. I may change that once I write his full description... ]
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Post by โ๐ณโแดcสแดแด
๐ฆโ๐ณโโcโแดส on Sept 24, 2019 18:40:26 GMT -5
I look forward to tiny cute kits. You know my weaknesses. And sounds good, no worries I quite like driving, but I've only ever driven for like 3 hours tops.
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Post by Weaselstar on Sept 24, 2019 18:42:08 GMT -5
(I think I got everything๐)
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Post by โ๐ณโแดcสแดแด
๐ฆโ๐ณโโcโแดส on Sept 24, 2019 18:45:03 GMT -5
Close enough XD welcome, Iโll add in the morning
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Post by Blaze โก on Sept 24, 2019 18:57:12 GMT -5
Twitching his tail, Wildpath had reasoned that Echowatcher was possibly a secret genius, they didn't have to wait for Snowystep. Wildpath had a more submissive attitude and the thought of going somewhere without permission just itched his skin. Yet he was a follower. His amber eyes drifted over the calico feline as she moved in front of him. He was passive tom and followed behind her with gentle gait. For being such a large tom, he had quiet presence and seemed to excellent at not making noise even at the times where he was a clumsy oaf.
Unsheathing his claws, the gray tom followed Echowatcher along the rocky path. He was content to remain quiet as he followed the feline. His amber eyes flickering around the crater and casting curious glances up towards the sky towards the heavy looking clouds.
He paused and stopped next to Echowatcher, his amber eyes looking out into the territory. Wildpath shifted on his paws, mulling over her question. This was multiple choices, he was couldn't help but try to remember what the hunting patrols mentioned yesterday about some locations. "Perhaps the Painted Fells," he wondered out-loud, and looked to Echowatcher, "I heard that prey is running good there," he meowed with a nod. There should still be some birds and mice there. The cold hasn't crept in that much.
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Post by Blaze โก on Sept 24, 2019 21:38:23 GMT -5
Wrencrest [ open ]
A loud yawn escaped from Wrencrest's maw as she stretched her jaws wide. The cream feline was settled outside of the warrior den. She was content to rest within camp until Snowystep awoke and issued the patrols for the coming afternoon. Her amber skirted around the camp, watching the few clanmates that were awake had decided to leave camp. Tilting her head as she Weaseleye and Cygnetstar interact with each other, they were one of the few mated couples within the clan. Wrencrest couldn't help but intrigued. She had wondered about finding someone, finding that pang every time she took in the mated pairs. I wouldn't mind sharing my nest with someone, she thought with a deep sigh. Blinking for a moment, Wrencrest shook her head as an attempt to share the thoughts away. She was happy no matter what the future was going to hold. The cream feline rested her head down on her paws and her eyes fluttered into a half-lidded state, as she started to snooze lightly.Berrypaw [ open ]
The dappled feline was curled within her nest, her flank rising steady and without interruption. The young molly's eyes were open; however, her denmates wouldn't have known since her face was tuckered securely within her soft, warm fur.
One of Berrypaw's ears twitched as she heard Heavypaw and Honeypaw interacting. She stifled a giggle that wanted to escape from her as she felt the vibrations of Honeypaw's hurried steps, knowing what the molly was planning to do. Her whiskers twitched in amusement, she enjoyed most of her denmates company.
Doubt started creeping into Berrypaw's mind. Maybe she should remove herself from the den and it's warmth, what if Wolfstorm was waiting? She felt her ears flush and her fur starting to feel like it was prickling along her back at the mere thought. Her mentor was kind and Berrypaw adored him... but if Berrypaw was going to be on the receiving end of another disappointed stare, she would possibly cry.
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Post by โพัฮทฯฯzัโฝ on Sept 24, 2019 22:15:35 GMT -5
Heavypaw groaned loudly at his sister's attack, trying to move away but he was much too clumsy, resulting in him falling over his own paws. "Good morning Honeypaw." He groaned, getting up on his paws finally and shaking out the dirt from his fur. "You technically did get me, I don't think I'd have fallen over my paws if you weren't sneak attacking me." He joked, letting a small laugh escape him. The only cat he could stand talking with for long periods of time was his sister. He was grateful to the two of them were warrior apprentice's together, it helped ease the worries that followed him. "What are you doing today?"
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Post by โ๐ณโแดcสแดแด
๐ฆโ๐ณโโcโแดส on Sept 25, 2019 11:10:18 GMT -5
Lifting her muzzle as a breeze burst to life around them, leaving her sleek coat rustled in its wake, she caught the scent of mouse on the fleeting wind, but quickly concluded the scent to be stale and the mouse likely long gone. Accepting defeat as she turned back to her clanmate in time to catch his suggestion of the Painted Fells, the calico nodded her head in agreement to the offer. It wasn't a particularly long journey, but one that offered plenty of potential hunting spots. The hillside abundant in its offerings of hiding places for small creatures they might be lucky enough to call breakfast. "I think its a good idea," her reply was a quiet one.
With little further fanfare, she turned and began heading in the direction of the Painted Fells, ears perking back occasionally to suss out whether her clanmate was going to follow.
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Post by โ๐ณโแดcสแดแด
๐ฆโ๐ณโโcโแดส on Sept 25, 2019 16:27:01 GMT -5
Bump?
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Post by แดษชsแดาแดสส ยป on Sept 25, 2019 19:43:35 GMT -5
One pale thin ray, reaching for the day...
I got a huge workload to do today so i unfortunately can't respond today, but I will do my best for tomorrow!!
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Post by โ๐ณโแดcสแดแด
๐ฆโ๐ณโโcโแดส on Sept 26, 2019 10:51:49 GMT -5
Alright no worries
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Post by โจ nissabug โจ on Sept 27, 2019 13:37:33 GMT -5
Weaseleye followed Cygnetstar up the side of the walls, keeping an eye out in case she lost her footing. However, as he expected she made it up just fine. At her question, he glanced around at the faraway mist and considered all the options. He really didn't want to go anywhere with steep hills, as it was fairly easy to trip while chasing after a darting rabbit. Of course, he wouldn't mention that worry out loud. He finally turned back to her and said, "Let's visit the Hound Willow." It was an even territory - as even as you could get in HazeClan - but still had the lovely willow tree to look at. And perhaps they could do some hunting together, which they hadn't done in a while.
Honeypaw purred as her brother fell over just as she did, then rolled up onto her paws, giving her pelt a quick shake. "Nothing much," she admitted with a tilt of her head. "Just waiting for Featherfall to want me or something." Something in the corner of her eye caught her attention, and she turned her head to see Weaseleye and Cygnetstar leaving the camp side by side. "Looks like you'll have to find something to do on your own for a while," she snickered to Heavypaw.
((it was the painted fells but then i realized other cats were going there too and we need variety lol))
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Post by โ๐ณโแดcสแดแด
๐ฆโ๐ณโโcโแดส on Sept 27, 2019 15:15:51 GMT -5
Unless they do go to the painted fells, and end up getting attacked by a fox or something if that ilk? And when Weasel is freaking out about Cygnet being injured it comes out that sheโs pregnant?
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Post by โจ nissabug โจ on Sept 27, 2019 16:17:41 GMT -5
((oh yes,,, the drama >:3 ))
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Post by โ๐ณโแดcสแดแด
๐ฆโ๐ณโโcโแดส on Sept 27, 2019 16:23:47 GMT -5
Pretty much my catchphrase XD Iโll reply soon
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Post by โ๐ณโแดcสแดแด
๐ฆโ๐ณโโcโแดส on Sept 27, 2019 16:40:16 GMT -5
Flicking an ear back at her mate, she nodded her agreement of his choice. Thankful her loved one didnโt ponder or worry too much about her well being to the point of being particularly frustrating to her. Whilst she hadnโt been alive along time by the standards of most cats, she considered herself at least sure footed enough in that time to not need to be consistently worrying about where she placed each pawstep. Not only was it one of their more beautiful landmarks, it was a place offering quite the abundance of prey for them to catch. Leading their small patrol in the direction of their decided destination, the young queen felt the increasingly familiar twinge of movement within her. Turning her head for a heartbeat to watch the slight swell of her sides, ears perked for amusement. โThey seem to think theyโre coming hunting with us,โ she commented with a twitch of her whiskers.
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Post by แดษชsแดาแดสส ยป on Sept 27, 2019 19:42:12 GMT -5
One pale thin ray, reaching for the day...
gosh im so sorry i still haven't replied, i'll get to it this weekend! university and research is a full time job yknow haha
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Post by โ๐ณโแดcสแดแด
๐ฆโ๐ณโโcโแดส on Sept 28, 2019 7:26:29 GMT -5
No worries mate! Take your time I understand
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Post by ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ
on Sept 28, 2019 7:38:59 GMT -5
save for rose's characters (going to be added on as I complete them) - -
Cinderfall A more so short-furred she-cat with gray fur. She is a tabby - evident in the stripes covering her flank. Though she is primarily gray, while looking at her head-on, Cinderfall appears almost brown. Her large eyes are a hazy amber - not piercing, though somewhat intimidating when she so tries to be. Being a warrior who tries her best in all regards, the molly is quite sociable. Whenever she makes friends, she tries her best to stick with them - no matter their behavior towards her. Despite that, she will gladly talk to every cat that would also like to speak with her; in fact, sheโs fairly pleasant to converse with - saving her snide remarks for friends (to let out sarcastically) or to cats who have wronged her. Sheโs certainly an overthinker - quick to catch feelings for any tom who shows even the slightest amount of interest in her - though will run when asked to show her feelings and make the first move. There are only a few who she feels she can truly let her guard down with, and though she loves her family, she certainly doesnโt speak to them as much as she does with her friends. Sheโs very emotional, though tries her best to hide her feelings as often as she can. Cinderfall is a she-cat who many would consider quite intelligent - having done well on most of her verbal assessments as an apprentice, as well as most of the time when sheโs hunting or while in combat. Not one to shy away from the crowd, the molly doesnโt go out of her way to be โuniqueโ. She tends to stray from difficult situations by using humor as a guard - as a result, sometimes coming off as insensitive, though not caring was most definitely the least of her intentions. ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ
Warrior Wildpathโs sister Blaze โก ?
Unnamed medicine cat apprentice - to be added (sorrel? sun?) - she's sweet but inwardly very judgmental. poor girl's very gullible and emotional. others liking her is something she really prioritizes, though, so she goes out of her way to be nice to everyone.
Sorrelpaw Being a ginger tabby, the she-cat is covered in orange-esque fur, save for all four of her paws and muzzle (those of which are coated in white fur). Her eyes are owl-like and reminiscent of pools of honey - large and dark amber. With these characteristics, she's certainly a cat that many would consider "pretty". Coming off as sweet to most of Clan mates, Sorrelpaw is a molly who is skilled in holding her tongue, because, often times, snide remarks will cross her head - showcasing her true judgmental nature. And yet, why doesn't she let a few of those remarks slip through? Because the molly values others liking her nearly above all else. She always sides with the majority - not one to step up first in a crowd for fear of others disliking her purely out of distaste for her opinions. Considering this, Sorrelpaw is very gullible - fast to accept anything another says as fact because disagreeing may cause for a dispute. Emotions are what fuel most of her decisions - as opposed to logic - though when working, the roles are reversed. Ambition is what drives her in her field of training - a desire to be considered a "good" medicine cat evident in most of her actions in the medicine den. She looks up to many, though Sagepool is the one cat that she looks up to the most. ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ
Medicine Cat Apprentice honeypaw and heavypaw's sister? โพัฮทฯฯzัโฝ โจ nissabug โจ
Tigerbreeze Though primarily white, the tom has a brown tabby face. His muzzle and the gap between his eyes follow in close pursuit of the rest of his fur - a flurry of short haired pure white - though above that, covering the entirety of his ears and the back of his head as if in a blanket, is light brown fur with streaks of darker brown scattered within. A light pink nose sits blankly on his face - balancing his facial appearance on the softer side, though his physical appearance is far from it. As per his namesake, the tom is extremely well built - though with good reason. He worked (and still continues to work) hard as an apprentice; not being the best at learning things when he was first shown, he had to work a lot harder than most of the other apprentices to acquire the same skill set.With hazy gray eyes that are more so on the large side, the tom has no issue with looking honest - it was a gift (or a curse) bestowed upon him at birth. With these eyes, Tigerbreeze is, for lack of a better word, a horrendous liar. However, that only comes with pure lies - white lies, he has no problem with spewing, though they will often be over thinked by the friendly tom. He values trust and loyalty over almost all else, and is one who will keep secrets till his dying breath. Tigerbreeze is, by nature, a flirt - though a timid one, at that - but whenever he opens up, he truly is an open book. Sometimes the warrior will tell things that he never wanted to - it's something he's carried for moons: the lack of the ability to think before he speaks - though it's truly quite the contrast in how much he'll over think situations, much after the fact. ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ
Warrior open to anything
alright โ๐ณโแดcสแดแด
๐ฆโ๐ณโโcโแดส j'ai fini
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Post by โ๐ณโแดcสแดแด
๐ฆโ๐ณโโcโแดส on Sept 28, 2019 7:53:45 GMT -5
Ooh I love Sorrel for the medicine cat!
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