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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 28, 2019 17:33:46 GMT -5
I love Silverdeer a lot already, and her picture is super pretty!
Thus far his attempts at a thorough grooming were offering minimal hopeful signs, his thick fur often quite the magnet for just about every burr and bramble the territory had to offer, the massive tom usually had to settle for the best he could manage to look somewhat presentable. He had just about given up on the mornings attempts to tame his coat, when the patter of paws met his ears. Looking up, his steel gaze softened a touch at the sight of his mate making her way over from the nursery. Pride all but shone for the soon to be new father, his gaze bright with affection at the very thought of kits of his own. The older tom had always thought of having kits, but the idea seemed but a distant dream, that was until he had fallen in love with the beautiful Silverdeer. It still astounded him that she had agreed to be his, let alone managing to get his head around the idea that she carried his kits. Of course she still had a fair way to go until he met his little ones, for only the day before had she moved into the nursery, much to his admitted relief. Whilst he had forced himself not to pressure her into retiring too early, not wishing to annoy her too much. He was grateful to know those he loved the most were safe in the confines of the nursery, and he was willing to do everything in his power to ensure it stayed that way. Rubbing his head across hers in return of her affectionate greeting, his purr was one that envied even earthquakes. He rasped his tongue across the back of her head, his towering size almost comical in comparison to the petite creature he was lucky enough to call his mate. "Good morning," he said with a smile. His gaze dancing across her belly briefly, only slightly swollen with the signs of life. "How are you all this morning?" He queried, honesty apparent in his tone. Gesturing to the freshkill pile, where his recent catch settled atop the otherwise meagre looking pile. "I managed to catch your favourite," he said with a beaming grin. Silverdeer was the only queen of the nursery, he doubted any of his clanmates would mind him hunting with her in mind just this once. "To make up for how boring the nursery is," he added with a rumbling chuckle.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 28, 2019 17:51:35 GMT -5
i'm glad you like her, and i can already see that her and wolf are gonna be adorable xD Silverdeer » Seeing the two together must have been a comical sight for any cat to set their eyes upon. Wolfstorm was a towering mass of a cat, large and full of thick fur that could bring home every burr and nettle that resided in the forest. Silverdeer, on the other paw, was small and lithe, even her feathery fur thin against her body compared to the thick pelt of her mate's. They were rather opposite in that regard, and it was almost like seeing a well trained warrior alongside his apprentice that had just graduated from kithood with how small the molly looked compared to Wolfstorm. Yet instead it was anything but that. Silverdeer could barely understand how she had been able to even catch the attention of the dark-furred tom, yet somehow she had managed it and after moons and moons of fawning over Wolfstorm she had finally been able to call him her mate. And now they were starting a family, and Silverdeer couldn't be happier.
The molly reveled in the touch of her mate a moment longer. She stayed pressed up against him until eventually pulling away, copper eyes bright with affection as she turned her gaze upward to look at Wolfstorm. "We're doing much better this morning," she replied warmly, a trill of excitement passing through her at the fact that she could now talk so openly about her soon to be litter now that the rest of the Clan knew. It wasn't like she had been able to hide her pregnancy for long in the first place, not that she had wanted to, but she had wanted to go about her warrior duties a tad bit longer; instead, those plans had been tossed to the side when she had been met with the sickness that she knew some mollies went through when carrying kits. Yesterday had been particularly hard for her, and so moving to the nursery had been a relief.
Silverdeer perked up when she heard Wolfstorm mention having caught her favorite prey. "You managed to get a raven all by yourself?" She asked before adding with a tease, "Did you find one with a broken wing and then sit on it? You could suffocate anything in all that fluff of yours." Her words were meant to be a joke, nothing to hurt the warrior in any way.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 28, 2019 18:04:36 GMT -5
It had left the warrior pained to see his mate in discomfort, and whilst Sagepool had insisted it was merely one of the consequences of early pregnancy, it left Wolfstorm wracked with guilt that he was unable to do anything to ease the pains of his mate. The older warrior would have battled with StarClan itself had it offered even the slightest chance of making the young queen’s life easier. Instead he’d had to sit back and watch, unable to do much other than soothe his mate whilst she suffered. Thus he found much gratitude in hearing that she was feeling better this morning. Rubbing his nose along her flank, hesitating when he met the soft fur of her belly, he let his touch linger their for a heartbeat, the soft warmth and beautiful scent a familiar one. He’d heard tell of toms able to feel movements of kits inside their mate’s bellies, though this was a sensation he was yet to note he found himself hopeful one day soon he might. Though he was too embarrassed to admit as much, camouflaging his gesture as one of affection, which in truth it was, though with some ulterior motives he wouldn’t say aloud. “I’m glad to hear it,” he replied straightening, wrapping his plumed tail around her frame and drawing her a little closer. “I wish I could at least do some of this for you, it seems mightily unfair all this is on you,” he said with a rueful chuckle. Wolfstorm’s growl was a playful one, “Of course not!” He replied with a flash of his pearl fangs, “I’ll have you know your mate is a fine warrior, who’d never resort to such to hunt,” his whiskers twitched with siptufled laughter. “Thus, I stood on it by accident, that’s how I caught it,” he exaggerates solely for his mates amusement.
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 28, 2019 18:30:22 GMT -5
Silverdeer » Usually Silverdeer didn't mind cats getting up, close, and personal with her. She was typically an affectionate cat toward any feline in the Clan, especially to those she deemed as needing a soothing soul to help them with something that they were going through, but as of late she had been a bit more...testy when it came to touch. She knew this was yet another sign of her pregnancy, but that didn't mean she had to like it all that much. Silverdeer was excited for this part of her life, but some of the symptoms she had weren't exactly as fun as the end product would be. Even still, she couldn't for the life of her ever imagine pulling away from the touch of her mate. If anything she melted into Wolfstorm as he nuzzled into her fur, her purr growing ever louder when she felt him linger against her flank. "Hopefully I'll be able to feel them moving around before long," the new queen whispered just loud enough for only Wolfstorm to hear. Currently she was only far enough along to experience the negative side effects of pregnancy, but she knew that it wouldn't be much longer before she was rewarded with the enjoyments of expecting.
She knew it hurt Wolfstorm that he couldn't do much of anything for her at the current moment. While none of this was fun, it was something she was more than willing to do. Silverdeer knew that after all of this was over with she'd have a bundle of kits to look after, and that was more than anything she could ever ask for. "It would be odd to hear of a tom birthing a litter of kits," the female then teased, maneuvering herself in such a way to lightly swat at her mate's flank. "The Clan will tell tales of you for generations to come. Wolfstorm, the tom that could do it all." But jokes aside, the molly appreciated Wolfstorm's concern. It showed that he cared, and that was all that mattered to her. "You help enough as it is," she murmured. "By being there for me, you make it a lot easier. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Back to a playing nature, Silverdeer let a laugh slip off her tongue. "Shall I go to Cygnetstar and ask her to change your name to Ravenstep? That would fit you much better than Wolfstorm now." With the words out into the air, Silverdeer then flicked her tail, gesturing for Wolfstorm to follow her. "Come on, let's go check this raven out. I'd like to see just where you stood on it. I'd bet it's all crushed now, the poor bird."
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 28, 2019 18:34:38 GMT -5
That physically hurt me to read with how cute it was
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 28, 2019 18:35:41 GMT -5
*puts bandaid on you* all better now xD
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 28, 2019 18:42:27 GMT -5
here's kestrel! Kestrelkit. Taking more after her father than mother, this molly is large and thick-furred. She has a misty silver coat with an almost black stripe going down her back right over her spine. She also has a white muzzle, paws, and underbelly. Her eyes are a pale green. She's a bit of a bossy character, one to certainly give orders rather than follow them. She prefers being the leader in a group and doesn't quite do well with being a follower. She's also stubborn and firm in her beliefs, certainly one to fight for what she believes in rather than back down and let some other cat walk all over her. She's fierce and protective, a fighter for those she cares about. And to add on to this, she has big dreams that she hopes to achieve one day, wanting to be the leader of HazeClan at some point in her life. Feathertalon Kit Daughter of Wolfstorm and Silverdeer, sister to Ashkit and ???
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 28, 2019 18:54:23 GMT -5
Smiling tenderly as the queen nestled closer, the intimate moment wasn’t something he’d usually be a fan of, but the occasion was enough for the older tom to put normality aside. He usually wouldn’t be considered the overly affectionate type, one who preferred the privacy of a nest or the peace of the woodlands to display any type of love in the public eye, but this shecat carried his kits. News that made him willing to howl his feelings to the skies if it made her believe even for a second that he adored her. Fortunate for the ears of his clanmates, the beautiful shecat seemed to believe him enough either way. Even if he continued to fail to understand what in the name of StarClan possessed a shecat like her to love a particularly brutish Tom such as him. “Hmm, better it be sweet little kits keeping you up rather than the need to use the dirtplace constantly,” it was Wolfstorm’s turn to tease now. It had become a trend in the last few days that they had shared a nest that he’d barely get a wink of sleep, Silverdeer constantly up and down excusing herself from the den for less than appealing duties. He toyed with the queen’s ears playfully, tickling at them as he might have done a misbehaving apprentice he was fond of. Growling again, this time a show of amusement rather than falsified annoyance. “I’d take a lifetime worth of teasing if it made your life easier,” he replied with a puffed out chest. “Particularly knowing that much if that teasing would likely come from you,” Wolfstorm rolled his eyes. Well aware he’d likely never hear the end of it from her. “Plus, at least that way the clan would be plus a useful hunter, rather than being left with me in your absence,” he bowed forward, exaggerating his gestures with a flick of his long plumed tail. The mischievous glint flooded away from his gaze, replaced by a quiet honesty. “I’ll never leave your side, mosuebrain, not if StarClan themselves demand it of me.” Relaxing somewhat as the topic of conversation shifted to something more lighthearted, he nodded his head in agreement. “Indeed, otherwise some ooor clanmate will have to eat the poor creature.”
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 28, 2019 18:55:24 GMT -5
Words don’t quite describe how cute Kestrel is
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Sept 28, 2019 18:57:11 GMT -5
Madame.At some point, she must've been beautiful- alas, such isn't the case anymore, with the way the wars have taken toll on everyone. Skeletally thin, and yet awkwardly bulging with corded muscle and broad shoulders, all balancing a boxy cranium and seeming to barely carry her weight along, and yet, she remains upright. Her pelage is rather common, be it a deep shade of black flecked and dusted with bronzed gold as a tortoiseshell should, but her fur is both thick and thin depending on the place, but much of it has fallen out along her flanks, leaving patchy residue in its wake, accenting her deep-amber, almost red eyes. Notably, her teeth are quite overgrown past her lips, sharp and yellowed, and her nickname has been dubbed 'Gator' by many out of her earshot. She looks constantly in a state of haunted observance, like someone who knows all the horrors of the world and is always reliving them, and with an unchanging expression and creaking, rasping voice that speaks in tongues that makes it exceedingly difficult to truly know what she's thinking or feeling. Underneath it all, she is viciously keen and intelligent, prone to take any opportunity that benefits her, and although she is capable of true feelings, most things are all means to an end for her. She has a strong affinity for feathers and ties them into her fur everywhere where there is strands still left, making her look even more haggard and messy.ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » Other N/A The Traitor/Leader of the coming cats- she herself is from an area of cats who had tried to live a better life, but contaminates killed or deformed most of her group. She is now overwhelmed with paranoia and ideals of purification and finding her ideal felines to bring about a new world, and she has her eyes on her "new start" in Hazeclan. Her true name is Yevadeene, but no one knows this information aside from close confidants.
Snakeflower. Easily one of the most well-known and unique-looking cats of the clan, it seems both a blessing and a curse to have one's existence be corporeal, being thin, long, and willowy, much like the creature of his name, his cranium is a lemon-shaped wedge with the prominent forehead-to-nose bridge and massive ears characteristic of Oriental felines. The pattern along his short pelage is clearly of the bengal variety, not as saturated or orange as the usual brand, but moreso a cinnamon-shaded seal sepia, darkening at the extremities, and covered in dark seal marble rosettes with hints of russet-red hue within them, accenting his deep aquamarine, gold-flecked eyes that tend to be slitted. His entire head is white, which also leaks down the length of his chest and stomach in a thin line, unevenly and asymmetrically dribbling along his back legs, tipping his paws, and wrapping randomly around his tail. His body is covered in scars from an attack by a pair of foxes, notable being: rips in his visage and face that lifts the left side of his maw in a permanent smile, gashes running across his chest, a large bite mark on the right side of his throat and shoulder, tearing on his lower stomach, and a missing toe on his right back foot. Although he's always been demurely quiet, its turned into self-deprecating lonesomeness since his attack, and he carries with him an air of thoughtful silence and regality that only comes after experiencing something earth-shatteringly terrible. Despite his self-consciousness and instances of moodiness, he has remained steadfastly sweet and kind, a friend to all who meet him, and he is a wonderful friend and patient teacher who is very relatable and works fantastically at being able to know everything about someone- even the dark corners you try to hide from everyone, he misses nothing with those snake-eyes of his.ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » Warrior Open! His physical scarring has allowed him to become very attuned to his senses and he is ironically quite physically strong from his excessive training, and he is affectionately dubbed "The Grave Keeper" because of his digging prowess that he often uses to gather flowers to put in his fur or searching for cool rocks or feathers buried.
If you can replace Eveningpaw with Snakeflower that would be hella great!! I'll get my reply up for roleplay now c:
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 28, 2019 18:59:13 GMT -5
Pika I swear you make the coolest characters. I’m thinking of making a tom for the outsiders... a guy willing to do the dirty work
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 28, 2019 19:01:41 GMT -5
i'll reply in a bit, i'm starting to get a bit busy xD
also i love the name snakeflower, i have a character with that name too :3
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Sept 28, 2019 19:04:00 GMT -5
One pale thin ray, reaching for the day...
aww thank you!! i have so many characters haha, honestly its a problem trying to choose who to use.
snakeflower is usually brownfur, super plain and sad about it, but in this theme i went with snakeflower instead. I almost did snakeblossom but i liked the flower part better this time c:
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Sept 28, 2019 19:23:51 GMT -5
To her commentary, it appeared she expected Runninghare to respond in a more childish manner. Or, at the very least, be rubbed wrongly by the teasing notes laced in her honeyed voice and shuffled off to grumble and stamp his feet in the dirt, or something. His persistent confidence in keeping up appearances, in saving face, by playing along with her seemed to color her a touch surprised, and her smile was bright and sincere as she laughed-
" Ah, I see, I see. I'll have to keep my eye out for bears with wounded egos next time I go out. "
With amusement dancing in her blue gaze, turning the eye to crystalline jewelstones like frosted-over sapphires, she kept an easy pace alongside him. As they moved, the marbled feline seemed to keep a close watch on him, though it never encroached into pity or in a way that would make him feel lesser.
She was far too aware of living life in such a way.
And even in her keeping pace, it was clear that energy crackled down her spine and through her limbs as she moved. Her pawsteps would falter every-so-often, as though in overexcitement, and danced almost like a restless horse, jittery and shivering. Her tail couldn't seem to keep itself still for its life, constantly swinging, whipping, curling, shaking side-to-side, up-and-down...
Like a living livewire.
But there was something like genuine concern, as she seemed to search for any instances that would suggest he was too roughed-up to walk or needed a break, or worse or whatever else you could imagine. Yet she still kept her attentions upon their conversations, for when he continued in his acquiescing agreement that, indeed, this had been no bear, and she'd opened her maw to triumph, he'd cut her off!
At first, she looked bewildered a second. And, then, her maw turned up at the corners and dropped further down, looking mock-offended, and her brows rose comically into her forehead and she scoffed a chuckle from the back of her throat-
" Oh- kuh- a, a pack of wolves? Is that what we're callin' it now, huh? "
Shrewfrost gave a good-natured shake of her head, giggling sweet behind the teeth in her smile and her amused moan,
" Ooh boy, oh boy. You are somethin' else, mister, I'll tell you that much. Well, I must say, I am quite impressed. A whole wolf pack, all by yourself? My, my, that's quite a feat. I'm shocked you're still standing at all. I should've come upon a pile of scraps! Pray tell dear, how did you fend them all off all by your lonesome? "
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 28, 2019 19:46:39 GMT -5
Silverdeer » A hiss of mock annoyance came from the molly when Wolfstorm brought up her frequent trips to the dirtplace as of late. "Hey, it's not like I can help it," she defended herself, giving the tom a bit of a forceful nudge with her head. A part of her did feel bad for constantly getting up from the nest and leaving the warriors' den at night, but now that she had moved into the nursery she wouldn't have to worry about waking up any of the warriors throughout the night.
Amusement come back to her, the queen offered a sharp mrrrow of laughter. "You'll be getting teased by me even when we're in the elders' den, Ravenstep." Considering she felt better than she did yesterday, Silverdeer was quicker to offer tease after tease. She wasn't just nimble on her paws. Her mind was rather quick as well. "Now we both know you're the better hunter between us," she replied. Catching prey wasn't too hard for her, she was swift and agile, but that didn't mean she was all that accurate in her hunts. Rather, she was a much better fisher than anything else. And she liked the water. Her feathery fur didn't soak it up that much, rather it was more waterproof than a lot of her Clanmate's fur.
Between the teasing was a moment of sincerity. Silverdeer smiled, her chest growing warm with love and affection for the tom she called her mate. "Same to you," she breathed. "Not even StarClan could tear me away from you." She meant every word in that sentence and no cat could deny that.
Soon enough Silverdeer was padding toward the fresh-kill pile. Once spotting the raven, she leaned down and dragged it out by the wing, stopping half way when she got a whiff of the prey. Typically the smell of any prey wouldn't bother her as such, but Silverdeer found herself pulling back as a wave of nausea rushed over her. She shook her head, hoping Wolfstorm hadn't noticed the shift in her actions.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Sept 28, 2019 19:47:37 GMT -5
[ first off nec, you told me to use Stormkit because you liked it too. xD also I am here and I should stay here now. I swear to get on during the day is so... risky. I never knew when I have to get off. xD
also should I go ahead and make those loners we talked about? 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ I think we liked Kara for sure and Apollo & North could be open characters for anyone to use or claim? ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 28, 2019 19:50:02 GMT -5
Ignire That for my sake please XD I shouldn’t have suggested my fave name in fairness, that was dumb And for sure!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 28, 2019 19:50:27 GMT -5
I’m really sorry but it’s suoer late so I’m gonna go to bed
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 28, 2019 19:52:02 GMT -5
Hey blaze!!
Night Necro!
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Sept 28, 2019 19:52:15 GMT -5
[ if you say so xD Okay, I will post everyone for now and we can figure out North & Apollo's situation later.
G'Night! ]
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Sept 28, 2019 19:52:40 GMT -5
[ Hi Fea! <3 how do you do? ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 28, 2019 19:57:44 GMT -5
I’m doing good! You?
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Sept 28, 2019 20:03:49 GMT -5
Kara She is slender she-cat with dark ginger fur and green eyes. She is lanky feline with compact muscles with various faded scars on her body. Kara is a dangerous feline. She is consumed with anger and hatred that has been boiling over many moons. It has clouded her senses and brain, making her unpredictable and she tends to lash out often. She has sharp tongue. She used to be a sweet yet bold feline until the accident happened and she was forced to become a rogue.
@ blazeheart Newcomer Relationships/ canonically, i use Apollo as her siblings but she would be sibling-less. Newcomer, will likely die / name is pronounced Kar-a (hard r sound) back story: Kara lived in a group of rogues, they were typically peaceful. Their group was nomad, they didn't stay in area for too long and liked to travel. She had a mate and they were expecting kits. Unfortunately, they traveled too close to a clan's borders and they were attacked. Most of the group died, including her mate and Kara suffered trauma that killed her unborn kits. After that she couldn't see the light in the world and had developed a hatred for all clans. She joined up with another rogue group.
- - - - so if these guys are going to be claimable characters or just open background cats, they can be adjusted however.
North He is a large tom with broad shoulders and large paws. He has dark grey fur with faint tabby markings and cool blue eyes. North is calculating tom and deceitful tom. It is hard to tell where his true loyalties lie. Sometimes he is passionate and kind while other times, he is cold and merciless. Typically, he fights for his own selfish reasons. He never makes a move unless he is able to get something out of it in return. North is stubborn and rather independent, often clashing with his orders given from his superiors. @ idk potentially a newcomer or an outsider. he is a little too independent to follow anyone blindly or without a good reason too. Relationships back story: North is a former kittypet. He lived a life of luxury until one day. He was just over a year old that he met a rogue named Marcus, who showed him a different, more exciting path of a rogue.
Apollo He is a golden ginger tom with thick tabby markings and white paws. He is lean tom with long legs and amber eyes. He has scar that runs from his ear to the corner of his mouth. It barely missed his eye. Apollo is a quiet tom. He doesn't have much to say and if he says, it is almost always a sarcastic remark. Unlike his sister, he is mostly sane. He joined Claw's group to stay with her. He is family oriented and refuses to leave Kara's side for the most part. @ idk Newcomer Relationships / canonically, kara is his sister.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Sept 28, 2019 20:09:30 GMT -5
[ Been doing pretty okay. I had a busy farm week. I raked a lot of hay acreage... just for it to get rained on so that's like whatever.
also i have chicken question to ask you xD I am not sure if you know anything about it but my month-ago chicks are... having problems. I will take some photos and send them to you tomorrow. ^^; Google doesn't help me at all x-x ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 28, 2019 20:14:57 GMT -5
oof, of course it would rain after getting all that hay
Ooooo, I’m curious and I hope your chickens are fine! But yeah whenever you can get the pictures I’m here to help out
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Sept 28, 2019 20:22:42 GMT -5
[ figures alright. xD my dad was like I think we can bale it today... yeah right after the downpour yesterday, I couldn't see 10 ft away from me.
same. it's just really weird. at first, it was one chick out of six but now, I think it's like 3 of them. They have "sores" on their eyes and one or two of them, you can't even see their eye anymore. It is really weird. I cleaned out their pen today and put new shavings, and recleaned their water dish again.
also if you want to roleplay (which I can see you are on mobile xD so maybe not), I have Berrypaw and Wrencrest open with starters on the 4th page. ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 28, 2019 20:26:40 GMT -5
dang it rain You should send that rain down to me, it hasn’t rained in??? All month really and we need it
Are the sores swollen? And are they kind of oozing any clear liquid or anything? Because that sounds similar to something I’ve had to deal with a few times
I can get on my laptop in a bit, I’m just on mobile since I’m chilling in bed and watching tv xD But I have Aspensky open, I can throw him at one of them?
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Sept 28, 2019 20:33:19 GMT -5
[ rain can suck it is a good thing for environment. The alfalfa we replanted looks like it is growing really nice since that inch of rain hit it. I take it that you don't live in the midwest. xD
I think they are swollen but I haven't seen any liquid. I have a photo from 10 days when it was one chick, it looks more like a scab, so it's dry. I can show you that in a bit. do you have discord?
ooo. xD I am honestly about to do that. I will be right back... I am on my computer downstairs but I rather be in my bed with cozy blankets and my laptop with brookyln 99 or house shows playing in the background. ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Sept 28, 2019 20:34:36 GMT -5
Its been raining here all day, you guys are welcome to borrow it for a while XD
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 28, 2019 20:37:05 GMT -5
rain can suck it when there’s too much I hope the alfalfa does turn out though, that’s the good stuff right there And nah xD I live in Tennessee so right dab in the south
I do!! I can pm you my info on there if you want?
Ayyyy, go and get comfy, being in bed with blankets is so much better And I’ll get a reply up for aspen in a bit when this show goes off
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