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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 17, 2019 17:04:27 GMT -5
I'm English, getting me drunk is like drawing blood from a rock. My most popular book has just short of 50k reads, which I'm pretty proud of.
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Aromantic
𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗
gojo. that is all.
Pronouns: she/her, they/them
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Post by 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 on Dec 17, 2019 17:30:26 GMT -5
//Imma lurk until someone interacts ;0
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Post by AlphaWolves on Dec 18, 2019 3:35:47 GMT -5
(I love writing aha been doing it since school and been messing with an off-topic role play but not sure if It’s good and I tried to draw my character for it but it’s just not working out lol) Blackheart with BlushingroseBlaze ♡Blackheart had shifted his grey orbs over to the feline, curiosity and thoughtfulness swirling in its depths as he watched the movement of her whiskers and tilted his head. He glanced once more down at the feathers not far off and gently pawed them back over. “Yes that’s a good idea. I hope the water won’t be to cold and maybe some fish will be at the surface.” he suggested and flexed his claws out of anxiousness. Unease covered him like a blanket as his scruff started to raise just a little out of reaction, he was quick however to give his pelt a good shake before gently pawing the feathers in her direction, “before I toss these would you want them?” He questioned lightly, the thought of using them for a nest not really crossing the toms mind since he was more so use to sleeping in rough surfaces. This was probably one of the longest conversations he was able to carry with another car besides Spitfire without snapping at the recipient and if he’d could voice it the Tom felt a little bit of pride for himself, rasping his tongue down his chest a few times to stop a subconscious purr from rumbling forth.
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Post by AlphaWolves on Dec 18, 2019 3:46:31 GMT -5
Spitefire with MyrtleShell
Spitfire grunted lightly as he worked to pull out dead brambles from around the nursery, a large wad of fresh bushels ready to replace them once he was finished removing the prickly barrier. His bright orange and white pelt cling to random patches of brambles, snagging small bits out but the warrior paid no mind as he removed any dead branches he saw and dragged them away. Upon his return to retrieve more dead brambles he spotted The white calico feline Myrtleshell seeming to be needing something to do. Amusement shined in the toms eyes as he watched her for just a moment before padding over with a flick of his tail “Hey MyrtleShell did you maybe want to help me clear out the dead brambles around the nursery? I was going to replace them with new ones to help better secure it. He asked once close with his long ears perked in her direction. Unlike the feline his fur was much thicker then hers, standing just a few inches above her with random brambles clinging to him like their lives depending on it that later he regret removing.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 18, 2019 8:42:36 GMT -5
Good morning.
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Post by Stealthfire on Dec 18, 2019 12:37:53 GMT -5
[I'm moving the next few days so I'll still try and do at least a post a day, but just in case I go MIA!]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 18, 2019 13:46:53 GMT -5
No worries Stealthfire, best of luck with moving I believe I have now added everybody, let me now if there is anything wrong
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Dec 18, 2019 18:31:11 GMT -5
[ You forgot Proudfalcon. Also who is Speckledpaw's mentor? ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 18, 2019 18:36:13 GMT -5
I just don't like you and was hoping you'd get a hint XD I am useless, this is a well known fact. I shall edit in a bit, thanks Blaze![/sub
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Post by ashwind on Dec 18, 2019 18:38:41 GMT -5
sorry its been a rough couple days I'll try to get replies up tonight :/
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 18, 2019 18:46:24 GMT -5
I hope you're doing ok Ash! take your time and I hope things get better for you soon
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Dec 18, 2019 18:51:12 GMT -5
Proudfalcon Camp With Wolfsnow [ Stealthfire ] - - - - - Twitching one of his ears again, Proudfalcon's brow furrowed from underneath the shelter of his tail. He could hear the vibrations from his clanmates steps as they wondered about camp. He could hear a faint cry in the distance. The dark brown tom withheld the urge to let out a groan. Burntsky was probably going to start kitting soon... and then there would be more paw steps running around.
With a quiet sigh, the dark brown tom unceremoniously pulled his head up and narrowed his gaze as he glanced around camp. He looked to Wolfsnow, a inquiring gleam in his amber eyes. "Do you want to go hunting?" Proudfalcon asked as the large tom started to move to his paws. He would go with or without her, but he figured Wolfsnow probably disliked the bustle of camp as much as he did.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Dec 18, 2019 18:52:31 GMT -5
[ wow we gonna fight xD anyways, no problem! Tbh, it took me awhile to figure that Proud was missing xD
Hi Ash! Oh no, I get that. I hope everything gets better for you soon~ ]
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Dec 18, 2019 18:53:58 GMT -5
Flaresnow Near Snow Ravine [ open ] - - - - - The large tom stepped lightly as he padded along a path. Flaresnow knew he was close by snow ravine. He wasn't looking to go down into the ravine; however, hunting wasn't too terrible around this area. He paused for a moment as he heard a call further up ahead. Probably a sparrow, he mused to himself. Some birds were still within the territory; however, most did migrate to warmer weather.
Flaresnow shifted on his paws before padding forward through the snow. His shaggy pale ginger fur did well to keep him warm and dry as he waded through the white thickness. He couldn't help but let out a low chuckle as he felt clumps form along his pelt and tug at his fur.
- - - - - Speckledpaw Camp [ open ] - - - - - A soft yawn escaped from the young feline's maw. She was sitting outside of the apprentice's den. Speckledpaw couldn't help but shiver at the chill in the air. If this is what leafbare felt like, she didn't want to experience another one in the future.
Brushing her tail against the ground, the tortoiseshell feline watched the snow with a curious gleam in her eyes. She wasn't sure how she felt about this much snow. Their territory was typically cold and had snow... but not this much snow. She wrinkled her nose in slight distaste.
[ here is my other starters if anyone is looking another RP partner. ]
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Dec 18, 2019 19:18:11 GMT -5
[ i just love adult blushing <3 i should make her one of my regular characters again
i get that struggle alpha. i made another off topic RP that i didn't mention. this one is more likely to appear on the forums since it's a small group RP. ] Blushingrose Within Camp With Blackheart [ AlphaWolves ] - - - - - "As long as we don't fall into the water," the pale ginger reminded the tom with a gentle huff. This feline didn't have plans to get her paws wet beyond the snow that would soon coat her pelt. She wasn't even sure if the ice was safe at this time but the lull of potential water would draw in prey, "There should hopefully be an abundance of prey around the creek.
Blushingrose couldn't help but relax as the silence enveloped the two. It was comfortable and she was content. It was good that she approached Blackheart. She knew sometimes the tom was grumpy but they were having a pleasant and calm conversation.
Drawing her attention back to Blackheart when she caught movement in the corner of her eye. She watched wordlessly as he pawed the feathers closer to her. Her tail tip twitched for a moment as her blue gaze focused on the soft feathers before flickering up to meet Blackhearts. She let out a purr, "If you are sure? I am going to use them for my nest," she meowed as she started to push herself to her paws.
"I will put this in my nest... see if Silverpaw is ready to head out?" she started to command before pausing for a brief moment, changing her statement into something that sounded like a question.
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Post by AlphaWolves on Dec 18, 2019 22:26:20 GMT -5
(Nice lol I have it all written out and everything just not sure if I want to add more then trying to draw my character was just horrible 😂 I’ve just started so I’m not that good) Blackheart with BlushingroseBlaze ♡Blackheart twitched his whisker in amusement at the huff she let out. He didn’t mind the water so much, thankful for his thick fur that kept him warm best it could. Slowly he rose to a sitting position, long fluffy tail curling around his paws as he regarded her question about the feathers, ears peeking in surprise at the idea of putting feathers in her nest. “I never really thought of that, I’m good however I was going to toss them so it seems you have better use for them” he spoke up in after a moment and started to nod at her response. His head tilted slightly at how she at first ordered him but halfway through switch her tone. Eyes narrowed for a moment thought before he stood and shook himself. “Sure I’ll go and see”
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Aromantic
𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗
gojo. that is all.
Pronouns: she/her, they/them
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Post by 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 on Dec 19, 2019 0:40:07 GMT -5
Mrytleshell {Camp; AlphaWolves } The calico-and-white she-cat turned her head towards the tom, not really sure if he was talking to her. But, Spitfire wasn't looking at anyone else, so it must've been her. "Ah, yes!" She responded quickly. She wasn't used to being talked too unless it was about a patrol or going out to mentor her apprentice. So this was new to her. To add on, she didn't really know Spitfire and was nervous on how he thought about her. Mrytleshell then stood, ready to head over to the nursery. "Where should I start?" She asked, her green eyes nervously glancing to the big tomcat.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 19, 2019 12:56:13 GMT -5
Can those who claimed kits a- remind me who you are (I’m an idiot, you were warned) and b- make forms please?
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Dec 19, 2019 18:16:51 GMT -5
Tinyspark. Short. Tinyspark is really short. Compared to other warriors his age, Tinyspark looks like a 6 moon old apprentice, his legs are just stubbier, everything about him looks stubby. He has rounded features, curbed ears and a very fluffy white mane. As with most all TaigaClan cats, he has a very thick coat to help protect him from the cold. But unlike most TaigaClan cats, he isn't strong, or full of endurance. Tinyspark gets tuckered out very easily, mainly because of his weak heart. He was born the runt of his litter, never developing as strong as his siblings. Growing up he was always in and out of the Medicine Cats den, as he would continuously faint during his apprentice training. Growing up everyone doted on him and treated him like he was weak, which made him grow very angry and rebellious. Living under his siblings shadow, he was determined to not be left behind. His intense, fiery determination eventually made him a warrior, though he did graduate several moons after the rest of his litter. Tinyspark isn't the nicest tom, in fact he's incredibly rude, proud, and unyielding. He is fiercely independent, so much so that he blatantly ignores orders, and instead decides to go with his own instincts. Even though he isn't strong, Tinyspark shows an incredible talent for battle tactics. His keen intellect makes him still rather useful to the Clan, he acts as an adviser to his mate Tundrastar. His constantly angry demeanor has leads most to believe that Tinyspark is a living ball of pure incarnate hatred; but those who push past the rude facade find a try hard tom underneath who's still trying to live up to his family name. He is fiercely loyal, once he sides with you he'll never turn his back on you, and will defend you 'till the end. 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ Warrior. Mate is Tundrastar. Anything else.
Darkstride. Darkstride is a very handsome, solid black tom with long, muscular legs, and sharp pointed features. A lighter, smokey black color covers his muzzle, and he has wide, owl like golden eyes. He has very large, curved ears that have just the slightest knicks in them at the tip. He is much larger than your average cat, his strong muscles and long legs making him an all around great warrior. The only negative is that his coat is rather thin, during the harsher winters, Darkstride has a very hard time keeping warm. Although he may look rather scary at first glance, it doesn't take long for people to see Darkstride as the goofy dad joke slinging tom that he really is. He 's charming, always happy to help attitude makes him easy to befriend. He has a great, and wide sense of humor, finding comedy in anything. He's quiet the social butterfly, actually finding himself being uncomfortable if he's on his own, or in perfect silence. He always likes for something to be going on, something to distract him. Although he's a bit of a goofball with a love for mischief, this doesn't mean that Darkstride isn't an admirable warrior. He may have a hard time getting himself to focus on a boring task, but he'd never be one to abandon his post. He's a very good hunter and fighter, something that he isn't the slightest bit humble about. He takes great pride in his accomplishments, but he isn't self centered, he just likes to give himself a good pat on the back every once in a while. He's about as oblivious to romance as it comes. Even though he lives to be around others, he actually doesn't have much of a social gauge, and can't pick up on subtlety. But, truth be told being a father is all Darkstride ever wants. 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ Warrior. Open for all family, and a crush to start with. Anything else.
Featherdance. Featherdance is a beautiful long furred molly with fur as fluffy as downy feathers. Soft splashes of grey cover the top of her coat in random splotches. She is missing her front right paw, and her two back legs are mangled beyond use. Several scars are scattered throughout her coat, but most are healed over and hidden. However, there are still visible gash marks on her muzzle, and her ears are torn. She has murky yellow eyes that turn to a sharper color of green depending on her mood. Underneath all of that fluff Featherdance is actually a rather frail and feeble cat, but the copious amounts of fur make her look much bigger and bulkier. She is still a rather young cat, about 11 moons of age. Featherdance was born intending to go down the route of a warrior, but an unfortunate accident befell her early into her apprentice training. During a viscious attack with an arctic fox, Featherdance's front right paw was torn off, and both of her back legs were mangled to such a degree that they became impossible to walk on. Rendered virtually useless as a warrior, Featherdance was about to retire to the elders den, but Quickfrost took her under his wing. Featherdance was delighted to merely be of use to her clan, she shows great promise in the field of medicine, however she doesn't believe in StarClan. This isn't something she is open about, especially given her position, and mentor - but those close to her would know that Featherdance feels very negatively about whatever ancestors they might have, but she doesn't believe they even exist in the first place. She is a very kind soul, soft spoken, and reserved. She's more introverted than extroverted, but it's not because she's particularly shy, she just likes to stay in her close knit circle of friends and family, and is anxious about meeting others. 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ Medicine Cat Apprentince. Open to all family and definitely open for a developing forbidden romance! Anything else.
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Post by Stealthfire on Dec 19, 2019 18:25:40 GMT -5
Quickfrost / Burntsky 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ
The old tom stayed very still, carefully observing Burntsky. When he treated cats, especially in critical moments, his behaviour fogged. His calm and calculated manner rendered him as if in a trance, completely detached from the situation. It was as if his emotions were fully severed, and he drew upon his experience and instinct alone. Though Quickfrost entirely anticipated a change in the queen's demeanor, he did not foresee the her being in such severe pain so immediately. "No," he answered her. There was little he could do in the way of comfort, as he believed the best way to put a cat's mind at ease was to treat them physically as rapidy as possible rather than spend time coaxing their morale. Judging by the uncontrollable shudders that visibly wracked the small she-cat, Quickfrost deemed that her kitting was imminent.
Swiftly retrieving his herb bundle from outside the entrance, he unwrapped the raspberry leaves and placed a mouthful of fennel before her. "I promise there will be less herbs for you once this is over," he meowed to her, his familiar tone only coming from the tolerant relationship he had toward her, and reminiscent of their conversation just moments before. "I just need you to eat what I give you for now, and I need you to believe it will help." The medicine cat had faith in Burntsky's spirit, so long as she didn't repeat her fear that the kits were in danger. He trusted she could remain strong, so long as she followed his instructions until this was through. Leaving her to the fennel, he moved to her side and gingerly placed a practiced paw on her flank, feeling for the kits movement. In his head, he began to pray fervently to StarClan.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 19, 2019 19:13:18 GMT -5
Burnt; help! I'm in pain help! Quick: runs for his life with one word XD
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Post by Stealthfire on Dec 19, 2019 19:16:36 GMT -5
Lmao I know he's actually ridiculous haha
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 19, 2019 19:43:07 GMT -5
Her eyes were wild with a mixture of pain and confusion as the tom cat uttered but a single word, then turned around and fled for his life. The naive shecat found infinite frustration in this, her frame alive with pain that seemed to flow through her veins. Rendered helpless and dizzy by the agony, an eternity seemed to pass between every breath, and several lifetimes lapsed before the medicine cat reentered the nursery. Whilst the queen was fortunate enough to have never been through this before, she came to the conclusion without the help of Quickfrost that her kits were making their way into the world. That or her very innards were being burnt alive. Perking her ears in the direction of the herbs deposited at her side, she sniffed them weakly and lapped them up. The earlier discomfort at the disgusting tang of herbs on her tongue all but forgotten in the face of kitting; the young queen would have run laps of the mountainside if it meant she could have stopped the pain. "StarClan help me," it was half in response of the tom's words and half sarcasm, the queen wasn't picky as to which given the circumstances. She watched the medicine cat back away and place his paws softly against her swollen side, the visible ribs along her frame all the more apparent to the touch. She elicited a groan mixed with a growl, "Quickfrost help me," she whimpered.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Dec 20, 2019 1:27:14 GMT -5
Featherdance
Featherdance wasn't far when the moment finally arrived. She had been softly dozing in her nest under the oak tree when Burntsky's cries rang out, ringing in her ears. For a moment, that natural feeling of panic and dread overtook her. What was wrong? Was everything ok? She shook her head and pushed quickly to her paws, well, as fast as she could, with only 1 leg that worked properly. Leaves and little balls of moss were stuck in her unkempt, bed ridden fur. Just as she was about to dash out of the den to see what was wrong, she nearly bumped into Quickfrost as he pushed in and grabbed the bundle of herbs he had prepared for her kitting. Clarity, and an immediate calm washed over her. "I'll be right there with you," She told him, her ears lowered apologetically. She couldn't help but feel sorry that she slept in, but now wasn't the time to feel embarrassed. Featherdance granted herself just a moment to pull the moss from her fur, but not enough time to tame it. She trotted out of the den an utter mess, but she carried herself calmly.
This wasn't her first rodeo. Granted, she didn't have nearly enough experience as the sagely Medicine Cat, but Featherdance had been with him for at least 2 kittings before. She knew that it was safer for him to handle the procedure, she would be used to comfort the patient, and to fetch whatever Quickfrost needed of her. Ok, we're ok, she's ok. Warm faces, smile, speak softly, everything is going to be fine. She thought to herself calmly as she walked across the camp towards the nursery. Her eyes wandered over to Tinyspark whom was sitting at the fresh kill pile, looking towards the nursery with a mixture of worry and annoyance on his face, an expression Featherdance thought impossible to make. "Tinyspark," She called to him. His face whirled to meet her, curbed ears lowering to the back of his head. "Yeah? What?" He grumbled. "I need you to find Hailcloud. Tell him that his mate is giving birth to his kits, I'm sure he would want to be here." She didn't stop walking, she was now just about to bow into the nursery. "What do I have to do it for?!" He called after her, but got no response.
"How exciting, the day is here." Featherdance purred as she limped into the den, quickly flicking her eyes across the nursery to assess the situation. If her cries were anything to go off of, her first instinct was that Burntsky was probably in the worst pain of her life. The Medicine Cat's apprentice dragged herself towards Burntsky, making sure that she wasn't too close, not wanting to test the queen's temperament, polite as it normally was. "This pain is temporary, Burntsky, but their love is forever. You can push through this for them, you're strong." Her voice was very calm, it could have even come across as unnerving, or it could have been calming and comforting. The young molly smiled warmly to her. "Quickfrost and I are here to help you through this." With that, she looked to her mentor, blinking calmly t him. "I'll fetch anything you need, Quickfrost."
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 20, 2019 9:41:08 GMT -5
Looking Up at the sound of pawsteps from the entrance of the nursery, her mind too dizzy to recognise the dragging pace of the medicine cat apprentice; hoping to see the familiar soothing face of her mate, the queen’s head dropped with poorly disguised disappointment. Starclan, cats put themselves through this more than once?! A mantra Burntsky had been subject to repeatedly over the last couple of moons was that the moment her kits arrived, the memory of pain would entirely vanish, but the russet shecat found the idea improbable. The pain was like nothing she had ever known, and prayed she would never know anything like it again. But the queen didn’t have the same fortune as others before her, underfed in the depths of a bitter Leafbare, her malnourished frame shuddered as contractions wracked her, dragging a cry from her already exhausted and sore throat. Whilst she did little to acknowledge the fact she had even heard the soft, soothing words of the medicine cat apprentice, the labouring Burntsky was grateful for them. Taking some comfort in the fact she at least wasn’t alone in all of this. She had no idea what she’d even begin to do if she had been isolated in all of this, a context she usually found the most comfort in was now a terrifying concept to even consider. But instinct and nature took over before the queen could part her lips and ask further questions, her whole frame tensed and the queen bore down with everything she had, until her efforts were rewarded and a tiny bundle tumbled into the moss between her hind legs.
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Post by AlphaWolves on Dec 20, 2019 12:03:52 GMT -5
Spitfire with MyrtleShell
Spitfire purred quietly to smooth the felines nervous as he spoke with her, always one to be kind. He shook his fur to rid a few brambles from it before glancing back towards the nursery. “We can start putting some new ones around the outside together but we shouldn’t go inside. I know Burntsky is close to lifting so we shouldn’t bother her” he thoughtfully added at the end before looking back at Mrytleshell with his head slightly tilted, eyes shinning with mirth.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Dec 20, 2019 12:23:51 GMT -5
[ i don't ever try to draw xD i am not the greatest at it but it's always fun to fail lol my fav art thing i ever done was my watercolor class in college. it was 3 times a week class that lasted almost 2 hours and we had a guest professor so she was like "i don't even know how to lecture so lets paint and talk later"
but yeah, trying to figure when you have enough details within a RP is tricky c; ] Blushingrose Within Camp With Blackheart [ AlphaWolves ] - - - - - Pulling the feathers gently towards her, Blushingrose let out a soft hum. She glanced away from the feathers and back to Blackheart, "I think the feathers help with softness... and sometimes dew," she meowed, remembering how some mornings it felt like the moss was wet but in reality, it was just the morning humidity. The feathers acted as a repel for the most part.
The pale feline dipped her head, "Be right back," she muttered before gently picking up the feathers in between her jaws and heading back in the direction of the warrior den. She flickered her tail in greeting to Wolfsnow and Proudfalcon but the feline didn't stop to talk to the grumpy felines as she slipped into the den and towards her nest. She spat the feathers out on the nest and began to carefully move them around the edges of the moss.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 20, 2019 12:29:28 GMT -5
[/ If it’s any consolation I have the drawing talent of a hammered gibbonsub]
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Dec 20, 2019 16:21:25 GMT -5
Featherdance
"You're doing wonderful, Burntsky." Featherdance's warm voice chimed. She looked up to Quickfrost for another brief moment, a quick telling in the eyes saying 'I got this one,' before she lowered her head down and gently swept the kit towards her with her one good paw. "One little bundle of joy welcomed into the world." She purred, quickly rasping her tongue up the kittens chest to encourage the use of it's lungs. She kept licking until she heard that beautiful little, tiny gasp for air. Featherdance's heart curled, she gently pressed her nose to the top of the kitten's head, and then gently nuzzled her towards her mothers flank. The one legged apprentice lifted her head again and blinked calmly to Burntsky. "The worst part is over, you can do this, mama."
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 20, 2019 16:40:56 GMT -5
Brief relief surged through the panicked queen's frame when the sweet melody of her first-born's cries met her ears, tension flooding free of her if only for a heartbeat. A heartbeat of reprieve from the contractions in time for Burntsky to see the medicine cat apprentice deliver a tiny bundle of fur closer to her. Panting, uncertain but delight ablaze in her eyes as she studied the kit. She leant down to rasp her tongue across its still damp body, the best greeting she was able to offer before pain began ricocheting through her once again, inevitably; but now she knew what she was fighting for, a new determination flickering to life inside her heart. "Thanks," her words were hoarse from crying out with pain, but sincere all the same.
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