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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2020 18:56:50 GMT -5
TigerstripeNursery Stealthfire ’s Mosswhisker
Tigerstripe had just come back from a quick hunt on his own and was very proud of the rare Yearling Beaver that he had caught. He hadn’t ever caught one of them in his life, and he was proud of himself that he had caught one being pretty old and slow. He cockily dropped it in the prey pile, trying to make it obvious to everyone of what he had caught. He chuckled to himself at what he got and settled down near the nursery for a quick bathe. He had been hunting for a while today, and finally found something, but at least it was good. As he was licking his long fur, there was a shriek from the nursery he heard, and popped up. The only queen in the nursery was Mosswhisker— his biggest crush. Now— he knew she had a mate, but she was too beautiful for him to resist leaping into the nursery at her side. “Are you okay?!” He cried.
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Post by Voidastral on Feb 16, 2020 20:46:44 GMT -5
Lioneye - In Camp - Hollyice
Lioneye watched her curiously, she seemed either not to like him or the conversation. Though, again, what had he ever done to her? Inwardly, he attempted to calm himself before speaking again. However, a slightly defensive tone still bled through, "I'm glad to hear that. You just sounded upset, was all. I'm doing okay myself, today's been not too bad." Lioneye sat up, looking the she-cat in the eyes, still curious. He knew she wasn't the most social but having been here long enough, one would think that maybe she'd be a bit nicer about it. All he could do was be nice. Channel some sort of reminder of his mate and daughter's kind personalities. Less temperament, the last thing the clan needs is an argument of some ridiculous sort.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2020 21:33:31 GMT -5
{I’ll get replies up tomorrow!}
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Post by calliope on Feb 16, 2020 23:19:35 GMT -5
(Ill reply in the morning. rough night at work tonight. Had some super bad cases come through.)
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Post by Falconwing on Feb 17, 2020 9:13:26 GMT -5
《Hey guys sorry for the delay, as you know it is very hard for me to have any free time on the weekends because of work. I will be getting my posts up today though 》
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Post by calliope on Feb 17, 2020 11:01:05 GMT -5
Whiteember's Border Patrol The leader's amber eyes were wide as she saw the flash of red barreling towards her right before Stonefall had pummeled it. A second one?! She heard Paleriver call out to her to retreat. Her amber eyes peered over to him as blood muddied his coat red. They quickly retreated over to Stonefall, who was fiercely protecting the apprentices. The sight made her heart sank. He's right! There's no other way to fight them off! We are outnumbered! Whiteember released her grip on the fox's neck. "Retreat!" she called, loudly. "To the trees as quickly as you can!" The leader's mouth was soaked red as she swiftly turn and ran hard to get to Littlepaw. "Trees now!"
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Post by calliope on Feb 17, 2020 11:03:30 GMT -5
Duskfang's Hunting Patrol The tom hushed her gently and motioned his head over to the nearby bank of the river. The water rushed over the rocks gentle creating an orchestra all of its own. Reeds and lillies bent slightly under the river's pressure. Splash! A flip of a tail aired the surface as quickly as it disappeared. Stagwatcher's heart instantly melted at the sight and sound around him. He nudged the warrior with his shoulder, coaxing her forward. "I'll fish opposite of you," he spoke softly.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2020 16:44:13 GMT -5
{I’ll get Holly’s reply up in a min Voidastral
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2020 21:00:59 GMT -5
HollyiceCamp @quiall ’s Lioneye
Hollyice stared back at Lioneye as he watched her, almost as if she was challenging him to a staring contest. Her eyes flickered to a glare. She wanted to snarl. Why was he watching her? She pulled back before she did anything she regretted, and her glare lowered away. "I'm glad to hear that. You just sounded upset, was all. I'm doing okay myself, today's been not too bad." She nodded a bit creepily, making her look like she was trying to plan out something that she needed his schedule for. “Yeah, okay,” she slowly said. It was sounding mean, though! She was kind of learning how to be social. And she had to admit, it was fun talking to other cats! “Well, um— how is your family?” She awkwardly asked. She knew he had a mate and a child, and she was trying to get a conversation up with her new power, but not having a family did make it a bit awkward for her... {I’m rly sry this took so long. I’ve been busy lately and I didn’t get president’s day off for some reason, and I had to do dishes, laundry, other and clean up... I’m just ranting now So I haven’t had much time. Sry! } Lioneye - In Camp - Hollyice Lioneye watched her curiously, she seemed either not to like him or the conversation. Though, again, what had he ever done to her? Inwardly, he attempted to calm himself before speaking again. However, a slightly defensive tone still bled through, "I'm glad to hear that. You just sounded upset, was all. I'm doing okay myself, today's been not too bad." Lioneye sat up, looking the she-cat in the eyes, still curious. He knew she wasn't the most social but having been here long enough, one would think that maybe she'd be a bit nicer about it. All he could do was be nice. Channel some sort of reminder of his mate and daughter's kind personalities. Less temperament, the last thing the clan needs is an argument of some ridiculous sort.
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Post by Falconwing on Feb 18, 2020 12:01:45 GMT -5
calliope Stealthfire Hawkeyes258 Hazelpaw was on the defensive side as she stood by Littlepaw, her leg wound making her in no way fit to be fighting. When Whiteember finally called for a retreat the pale brown shecat didnt hesitate to scramble after her leader. Reaching a tall strong oak Hazelpaw scrambled up as fast as she could. Pain lanced through her wounded hind quarter and she pushed her body higher and higher, blood dripping onto the tree trunk in her wake. Finally she reached a broad branch and collapsed onto it, exhausted and weakened from the climb. Atleast she had made it to safety. "Paleriver!" She called out hoping that her beloved mentor would here her and hurry to safety. Struggling to escape the fox that snapped its frothing jaws at him, Stonefall kicked out as hard at he could. Snagging the foxes belly with his hind claws, flesh and fur tore away from its body causing the fox to howl in pain. Seeing his chance the grey marbled tom wriggled from its grasp and hurtled towards the trees in which his clanmates had retreaded to. He had been so close to death, but today was not the day for defeat. Though they didn't win the battle, the clan cats managed to survive to fight another day.
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Post by Falconwing on Feb 18, 2020 12:13:30 GMT -5
Honeystep - In Camp - Darksage ( Falconwing ) Honeystep paused, swallowing her bite of bird and looking at the tom ciriously and with slight worry. "That's nice to hear, uhm, are-are you okay? Do you need to go to the medicine den?" She wasn't loud when she asked. He obviously seemed embarassed about it. The yellow tabby watched him carefully for a response. Hopefully he wasn't sick. He didn't seem to be, maybe it was the prey? Fur did tend to come loose on prey from time to time. After a final cough to clear his breathway, Darksage shook his head at her. "No, thank you though. Just a bit of loose fur from the squirrel I carried in managed to catch in my throat. I'll be okay though. How are you doing?" He mewed giving his dark pelt a shake as he circled around to the she-warriors other side. Placing himself neatly down and wrapping his tail around his paws the tom regained his stoic composure.
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Post by Falconwing on Feb 18, 2020 12:33:53 GMT -5
Mosswhisker / Open: Nursery Mosswhisker sat in the nursery as she had promised Spidereye she would, resting. Her heart felt like running into the forest to accompany her mate on his border patrol, or to find her daughter on her hunting patrol. Either way, she didn't want to be stuck alone in camp. It was funny, she thought, because the herbs Spidereye had given her just that day hadn't begun to work whatsoever. In fact, she felt more pain. Sharp twinges shuddered through her, but they didn't feel as if they came from her aged joints. This had been her most difficult time being with kits yet, so she was unsurprised that they gave her trouble this far along. She waited and waited, the pain only growing and intensifying. The stubborn she-cat knew Spidereye should be resting, after just having journeyed to Sky Hill and already dealing with her today. But without meaning to, she let out a fierce cry as a wrack of pain rippled through her.
@hollyice Though resting Spidereyes warrior trained ears were unable to escape the cry the escaped from the nursery. Yellow eyes jolted open and ears swiveled, his body however remained still for a moment as his mind proceeded what was occurring. It was Mosswhisker who had cried out, the queen had been restless all morning and now as the evening approached her body had finally decided that it was time. Quickly he rolled off the top of his den landing on all fours gracefully. Trotting into the herb scented den of his the black tom was quick to pick up a premade bundle of herbs set aside for this specific occasion. Whipping around he then exited the den and bounded straight for the nursery. Spidereye was surprised to find Orangetail having aready come to the queens aide. Setting down his bundle he nosed his way past the old warrior and to Mosswhiskers side. "Is it time Mosswhisker?" He questioned knowing that the experienced queen would recognize when her body was ready to kit.
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Post by Stealthfire on Feb 18, 2020 16:29:13 GMT -5
[Thanks for reposting for me calli I tend to get lose track more often than not!:) ] Nettletooth / Stagwatcher : Hunting Patrol Nettletooth silenced herself obediently, her question answered by the more experienced tom's direction. With his touch, she mirrored him to place herself opposite the bank. The grey tabby saw herself reflected in the glassy stream, and decided to show her confidence to the kind warrior, to prove that she was not just a burden to have along. She reached out her paw and poised it over the water, pausing until a glimmer of scales breached the surface. Something in the red warrior's presence undid her however, and she was all but too late when her swift claws swiped at an empty surface.
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Post by Stealthfire on Feb 18, 2020 16:39:57 GMT -5
Paleriver : Border Patrol With his advantageous if risky position over the fox, Paleriver made sure he was the last of them to retreat. He held his place as Whiteember called off the attack, and waited in case Stonefall didn't manage to flee alone. Straining against the pain, the white warrior was unsatisfied to leave until he had found Hazelpaw's location. His worst fear was that the injury to her prevented her from escaping with the rest of them, or even more deadly, that she had gone unconscious. The relief that struck him when he heard her voice from the tree nearby was all he needed to spring away from the tiring fox, bounding blood-streaked back to the others. Once in safety, he caught his breath as he kept watch to make sure the pair would finally turn tail.
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Post by Stealthfire on Feb 18, 2020 16:48:03 GMT -5
Mosswhisker / Tigerstripe / Spidereye: Nursery If she had not been in the throws of intensifying pain Tigerstripe's sudden concerned entrance into the nursery would have startled her, and perhaps invoked her more prickly side. However, all she could do in reaction was hiss at the poor tom and cry, "Spidereye, where is he? Why is he never here?" Her hurt made her into a vindictive, fiery she-cat, with no tolerance for discomfort. The medicine cat's entrance felt as if it had taken a moon. "No mistaking it," she replied. "And Stonefall off to StarClan knows where. Useless!" she growled, her temperament growing hotter by the second.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2020 17:32:28 GMT -5
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Post by calliope on Feb 18, 2020 17:56:42 GMT -5
(Damn Moss over here having kits, my patrol trying to die. Im doing so well as leader xD Oh Stealthfire I thought since clearsong and nettle are close in age, they could be close friends? )
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Post by Voidastral on Feb 18, 2020 18:10:20 GMT -5
Lioneye - In Camp - Hollyice
The tom nodded slowly. He managed to de-tense, calming down in order to respond appropriately. In that time, it seemed Hollyice had found some kind of composure as well. "Oh Honeystep's doing well. She's grown into such a good warrior, I couldn't be prouder of her." Lioneye smiled, his eyes drifting to his daughter at the fresh-kill pile. He paid little mind to Darksage beside her. It was good she had company though. Building bonds with the clan was important. "Thank you for asking, Hollyice." Lioneye paused for a moment, shifting around. He was trying to think of more to speak on, but nothing came to mind. Hollyice had no family here, and he'd think it rude to mindlessly ask that back. For a moment he sat quietly. "How are you feeling about Whiteember being named leader?" Lioneye asked, just curious for an opinion. He felt positively about it for the most part. While she was young, Whiteember had a lot of promise to being a great leader for creekclan. The topic wasn't meant to be anything controversial or offensive. He could only hope Hollyice may be calm.
Honeystep - In Camp - Darksage
Honeystep watched the tom quietly for a moment, letting him get the coughing out entirely. Brown eye's flickered from the tom to the surrounding area as she thought of her response. "I'm doing well. Thing's seem to be coming together lately, which is nice." Her eyes turned to her meal below her, leaning to take a bite. A moment of quiet chewing before she spoke up again, "How are you? See anything new or different while hunting?" she asked, taking another few bites while in wait for a response.
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Post by calliope on Feb 18, 2020 18:12:16 GMT -5
Whiteember's Border Patrol Amber eyes glanced around hastily, accounting for her entire patrol before she nudged her apprentice up the tree after Hazelpaw. She turned her head to see the gray warrior scramble to escape the fox, but broke free shortly after. A loud cry from the fox rung out into the forest. Whiteember's claws dug hard into the bark of a nearby oak tree as she climbed her way to safety. Her fur remained prickled; the adrenaline had yet to die down, pumping through her blood. Still unfamiliar with the wound on her back left thigh, she walked across a thick limb and jumped over onto one much closer to her patrol. "Is everyone alright?" she breathed, thankful to see no one was too heavily injured.
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Post by calliope on Feb 18, 2020 18:36:39 GMT -5
Duskfang's Hunting Patrol Stagwatcher smiled as he sat next the stream, motioning to the the gray she-cat to watch. The tom watched the gentle brook babble. Another flip of a tail exited the water not more than a fox-length away. He stepped forward into the cool water and plopped down quietly, save for the small Ploop! that his weight made entering. The warrior, now waiting patiently, stood still as stone as his eyes darted rapidly as he searched for the silver sheen of scales. A fish made its way over close to his waiting claws. Closer...Closer... NOW! A big splash partly blocked the red warrior's position as he pulled out a silver carp in his jaws. The fish fought against the warrior's mouth, but Stagwatcher bit down sharply. The fish flipped a little more before finally succumbing to its own demise. He gently laid the fish next to him and smiled over to Nettletooth. "Fishing is not a sport of how fast you can catch a fish; it's about your abilities to wait for it to come to you."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2020 21:27:07 GMT -5
"Oh Honeystep's doing well. She's grown into such a good warrior, I couldn't be prouder of her." Hollyice nodded. “Well that’s... good... I guess,” she said. She definitely wasn’t an expert on family, so she guessed that growing up is good... right? He said he was proud of her, but aren’t you sad when your children grow up? Hollyice shrugged it off. "Thank you for asking, Hollyice." She politely nodded again and sighed quietly. She hoped Lioneye wouldn’t be too clueless to ask her about that. "How are you feeling about Whiteember being named leader?" Hollyice thought for a while on that. “Um... I have to admit— I would rather have an older, more experienced warrior, but I’m proud to have her leading us,” she admit. Lioneye - In Camp - Hollyice The tom nodded slowly. He managed to de-tense, calming down in order to respond appropriately. In that time, it seemed Hollyice had found some kind of composure as well. "Oh Honeystep's doing well. She's grown into such a good warrior, I couldn't be prouder of her." Lioneye smiled, his eyes drifting to his daughter at the fresh-kill pile. He paid little mind to Darksage beside her. It was good she had company though. Building bonds with the clan was important. "Thank you for asking, Hollyice." Lioneye paused for a moment, shifting around. He was trying to think of more to speak on, but nothing came to mind. Hollyice had no family here, and he'd think it rude to mindlessly ask that back. For a moment he sat quietly. "How are you feeling about Whiteember being named leader?" Lioneye asked, just curious for an opinion. He felt positively about it for the most part. While she was young, Whiteember had a lot of promise to being a great leader for creekclan. The topic wasn't meant to be anything controversial or offensive. He could only hope Hollyice may be calm.
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Post by Falconwing on Feb 18, 2020 21:49:59 GMT -5
(Damn Moss over here having kits, my patrol trying to die. Im doing so well as leader xD XD its epic lol she hasnt even gone to receive her leader name and lives yet. I will be posting my replys in a min》》
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2020 21:50:29 GMT -5
{No rush Falcon}
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2020 21:52:53 GMT -5
Orangestripe { Falconwing Stealthfire} Tigerstripe was getting worried. What if Mosswhisker was having kits? The father wouldn’t even be there! What a great father! And the kits wouldn’t get to see their father immediately— just their mother, him, and Spidereye!
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Post by Falconwing on Feb 18, 2020 22:03:02 GMT -5
•○Spidereye○• Stealthfire @hollyice Spidereye moved round to the other side of Mosswhisker allowing hee the space she needed. The queen was a fiery one, but the seasoned medicine cat knew what to expect from her having been through this before. "You cannot focus on that right now. Stonefall will return as he always has, do not fret Mosswhisker. Remember take deep breaths." His tone was deep, strong, and soothing as he dis his best to keep the kitting queens emotions steady. 《I will be posting my kit forms soon》
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Post by Falconwing on Feb 18, 2020 22:14:45 GMT -5
•♡Hazelpaw♡• Stealthfire calliope Hawkeyes258 When Paleriver finally joined them in the great oak Hazelpaw pushed herself up and slowly made her way to his side. Pressing against him in a comforting manner the young shecats muscles were still shivering from the rush of adrenaline that still coursed through her veins. Everything had happened so fast, she hoped that her mentor knew that she had done her best despite her wounds. •●Stonefall●• Everyone had finally made it to safety and the marbled warrior picked his way towards Whiteember. The foxes had retreated into the brush back towards moss hollow. But they would not take long to lick their wounds. Soon they would return. "Whiteember, we should escape while we still can. Return to camp, gather our strength, and return with a force to be reckoned with." Sniffing the air the fresh scents if the foxes were begining to fade. "They won't be gone long."
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Post by Falconwing on Feb 18, 2020 22:22:51 GMT -5
Burrkit(paw/tumble) || Newborn || Tom Very fuzzy dusky grey tom with a solid build. He has very pale tabby markings, only visible when the sunlight touches his thick pelt. Once his kitten blue eyes fade his eyes will turn to an olive green. Burrkit is a very rowdy and robust tom, always two steps ahead of his own paws. Exploring and doing what hes not supposed to, he will definitely be a pawful for both his parents and mentor when he becomes of age.
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Post by Falconwing on Feb 18, 2020 22:33:40 GMT -5
Twigkit || Newborn || Tom Runt of the litter this tiny brown fluff ball is adorable. Sweet natured, but sadly not the strongest out there. His legs are long and spindly and though his pelt is long it lacks thickness. Because of this you will always see him trying to warm himself.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Feb 18, 2020 22:35:35 GMT -5
Littlepaw lets out a sigh of relief happy that the foxes decided to run off. She looks towards her mentor stunned by everything that just happened. She couldn't believe she stayed in the tree and didn't climb down to fight the foxes! Still, what if they somehow managed to mangle or kill her? "Are you okay?" Littlepaw questioned Whiteember.
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Post by Voidastral on Feb 18, 2020 23:25:01 GMT -5
Lioneye - In Camp - Hollyice
Lioneye listened to the she-cat explain her reasoning. He could only agree. An older warrior may have prooven a better choice. But who was her to question Starclan. Whiteember seemed to be doing well so far. It must be a lot of pressure on the she-cat, though. "Understandable. An older cat has more experience than she does so far. But Starclan makes choices for a reason, so we can only wait and see what Whiteember will become and how she may fix out clan." The tom nodded with a short and firm hum.
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