Aromantic
𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗
gojo. that is all.
Pronouns: she/her, they/them
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Post by 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 on Dec 20, 2019 16:44:52 GMT -5
Mrytleshell {Camp; AlphaWolves } Mrytleshell listened to the purrs from the tom cat and it soothed her nervousness. The calico looked towards the nursery, where she was sure she could hear Burntsky. "Do you think it would be okay..?" She asked. "Burntsky is inside and seems to be in pain... Maybe we shouldn't get too close?" She didn't feel right going over and working and disturbing the distressed she-cat, but if Spitfire thought it was best, she had no further arguments. If Burntsky was having her kits, maybe they could see them first. Mrytleshell loved kits and hope for some of her own one day.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 20, 2019 16:59:11 GMT -5
I’m fully aware there are other definitions of Myrtle, but I will never not picture moaning myrtle in a clan XD thankyou for the joy tat brings me hawkswoop
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Aromantic
𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗
gojo. that is all.
Pronouns: she/her, they/them
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Post by 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 on Dec 20, 2019 17:09:13 GMT -5
//omg XD
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Post by AlphaWolves on Dec 20, 2019 20:07:07 GMT -5
(I was never good at drawing lol I just one day really wanted to so I stared at a picture long enough I was able to somehow replicate it xD no good at drawing from memories at all ugh. I was thinking of changing my avatar to one I finished last night.) Blackheart with BlushingroseBlaze ♡Blackheart twitched his ears in the felines direction as she spoke and blinked in surprise. He honestly had never even thought to put feathers in his nest, to concerned with his own thoughts when it came to falling asleep. “Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind I never really thought to try it.” The Tom fell silently and nodded as he watched her go and was left Alone with himself. Quietly he started to purr as he narrowed his eyes and sighed. Reluctantly he stood up and stretched out his back in an arch before shaking himself and looking for Silverpaw. Halfway across camp he paused however and twitched an ear towards the nursery, anxiety making his scruff stand at the faint pained cries and quickly moved away to the far end of camp. He never had lots of his own before and as a lot himself grew up mostly alone so anything that was new to him it tended to make him stray away unless really enticed.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 20, 2019 20:08:09 GMT -5
I can promise you anything AW that you're likely four hundred times better than me at a conservative estimate XD
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Post by AlphaWolves on Dec 20, 2019 20:10:40 GMT -5
(I totally thought of Moaning Myrtle too xD)
Spitfire with MyrtleShell
Spitfire momentarily stopped purring as he heard the faint cries from the kitting queen as Myrtleshell spoke up in question. Slowly he started to nod in agreement with what she was say and glanced back at the half finished work he had started. “Let’s just wait and give them space. Your right if think she would rather have that time to herself rather then us being noisy” he agreed with the feline and started to rasp our some of the brambles from his fur. “We could go on a patrol or hunt if you’d rather get out of camp?” He asked between rasp of grooming you his orange pelt.
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Post by AlphaWolves on Dec 20, 2019 20:12:07 GMT -5
(I can’t guarantee that xD I’ve always sucked but I buckled down because my friend wouldn’t do it for me xD)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 20, 2019 20:14:16 GMT -5
According to your new avatar I find myself proven correct XD its rather good.
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Post by AlphaWolves on Dec 20, 2019 20:16:12 GMT -5
(Thank you honestly. I really worked hard on that, I always mess up muzzles and I have two unfinished ones from it 😂)
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Aromantic
𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗
gojo. that is all.
Pronouns: she/her, they/them
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Post by 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 on Dec 20, 2019 20:35:01 GMT -5
Mrytleshell {Camp; AlphaWolves } She looked towards him and then gave a nod. She liked hunting as she felt that she was better hunting rather than fighting. But, she figured that Spitfire would like patrolling and she wanted to please him. She did like going for walks, so this was perfect, at least for her. "I am fine with that," she meowed, moving towards him, eyeing the brambles that were in his fur. "I.. Would like to patrol, if that is alright." She felt the need to help him get those brambles out, but, she kept her paws to herself as she watched him.
//why guys lol my baby
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 20, 2019 21:49:23 GMT -5
. I know the lovely Stealthfire is rather busy rn 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ so you’re welcome to continue:)
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Dec 20, 2019 21:53:25 GMT -5
(Oh nice! Sorry I just didn't know how to continue since it's a joint effort. c: I don't want to rob Stealthstar from their responses, if we continue I think Featherdance would have to like do the whole thing herself which she doesn't know how to do. Sorry we're in a rough spot, but I don't mind waiting ^w^)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 21, 2019 18:17:07 GMT -5
Good evening
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Dec 21, 2019 18:38:18 GMT -5
(Evening c: If you've got any other characters open I'd be down to RP Nec,)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 21, 2019 18:40:57 GMT -5
Unfortunately not just have to wait till stealth gets back on
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Dec 21, 2019 18:41:49 GMT -5
(Ok that's no problem ^w^)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 22, 2019 15:18:28 GMT -5
Bump?
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Post by Stealthfire on Dec 22, 2019 20:13:06 GMT -5
[I'm back, thanks for being patient guys my inactivity spell is officially over as I am moved!! Responses coming tonight ♥]
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Post by Stealthfire on Dec 23, 2019 15:05:53 GMT -5
Wolfsnow / Proudfalcon Blaze ♡
From the corner of her gaze, Wolfsnow saw Proudfalcon's head raise. She considered his question silently for a long pause. The alternative to hunting now with her denmate, who would probably be just as quiet as herself, was going hunting or patrolling with other noisier clanmates, or even apprentices, the noisiest of them all. She had heard Burntsky's cry as well, and liked the timing of Proudfalcon's idea to depart form camp for awhile. So, she flicked her tail appreciatively, nodded to him affirmative, and rose to her massive paws, shaking out her thick coat. Swiftly, the black and white warrior directed herself toward the camp's exit, confident that her companion would be right behind, just as eager as herself to avoid being intercepted by any other clanmates' requests or greetings.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Dec 23, 2019 15:09:09 GMT -5
(Hola! I’ll be on for like... several hours lol! So I should be able to jam out responses quickly. My boyfriend and his best friend are playing 40K and those games can go on for daaaays.)
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Post by Stealthfire on Dec 23, 2019 15:29:22 GMT -5
Quickfrost / Burntsky / Featherdance 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ
When Featherdance entered the nursery, Quickfrost shook his head to her offer. "I don't need you fetching anything, your place is here right now," he affirmed. The most foolish thing he could do would be to send her out chasing after herbs, moss, and twigs; he knew how rare a kitting was in the clan, and it was crucial his apprentice was there for every one. The she-cat always had a different approach to care than he himself did, but it was especially at times like this that he appreciated her willingness to comfort and speak to cats. Although it was not in Quickfrost's habit, at least this could often keep them from panicking or asking him silly questions when what a cat in trouble should be doing is praying to StarClan for strength.
As Featherdance was able to encourage Burntsky to keep focus, Quickfrost immediately examined the damp, russet bundle of fur the queen licked. "A tom," he commented, more to himself matter-of-factly than to the she-cats beside him. Alive, breathing, and healthy, the little creature was unusually tiny. The medicine cat was unconcerned, he had expected the likelihood of Burntsky's size carrying through. With the kitting happening so rapidly, he decided any more herbs could wait. Instead, he focused on watching the queen and the first kit, assessing that all nothing was yet irregular for either. The tom had confidence in Burntsky's ability to carry on for the time being, and unless she gave him reason to doubt her remaining strength, he knew the best way to treat her was to simply aid for the kitting to finish as quickly as possible so she could begin recovery.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Dec 23, 2019 16:08:49 GMT -5
(On my phone so sorry for any typos, and lack of pretty coding. )
“Do you hear that?” Featherdance purred, reassuringly soothing her tail down the distressed queen’s back. “A little boy, won’t his father be so proud?” Her voice was tender and gentle. The white and grey molly looked up to Quickfrost, although her body language and tone of voice was gentle, the bond between the teacher and pupil was strong enough for him to read the look in her eye, that look of worry. It was incredible how much could be conveyed with just a simple glance. ‘Will she be ok? Will all the kits survive this? Will she?’ But Featherdance made sure that none of these harrowing concerns were shown in her voice, as she once again spoke. “His father will be proud of all of his children, won’t he? We’re almost there, Burntsky.”
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 23, 2019 16:17:34 GMT -5
Just got in from a mental day at work, shall get dinner eaten and a quick bath then have some replies out (Hopefully νσι∂ comes back at some point they’ve been gone a while I hope they’re ok)
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Post by Stealthfire on Dec 23, 2019 16:18:29 GMT -5
🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ whoops meant to ask in the last post, do you know how many kits we have or shall we keep it vague? I just made this one Scorch for now
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 23, 2019 16:21:24 GMT -5
We have 3 definite claims I believe, one from cac, yours and someone else who is currently evading my memory...
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Dec 23, 2019 17:02:35 GMT -5
(oh yeah! I haven’t made their form yet, but I’ll try to get that up as soon as I get home. c: until then I can do a short synopsis of them so we all knows what’s up! She’ll be a lilac cat with really long fur and really angular features, like a sharp triangular face, but that will of course be when she grows up because all kittens look soft, she has electric green eyes and will be really serious and kind of like, not normal. In the sense of she doesn’t get excited to go play with other cats, from a young age she’ll be really analytical, and curious about the world around her and act surprisingly mature for her age. I’ll leave the name a mystery so Necro is forced to come up with one. >:3)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 23, 2019 17:04:13 GMT -5
Fatcatkit it is or she is named Unknownkit for the rest of her life...
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Dec 23, 2019 17:14:45 GMT -5
(Fatcatkit it is lmao)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on Dec 23, 2019 17:22:48 GMT -5
The combined melodies of her firstborn’s weak mewls and the kind medicine cat apprentice’s words of gentle encouragement, were among the few things keeping The quickly exhausting young queen sane. Her russet sides heaving with every breath as the birth of the next kit became imminent, offering the whimpering queen no chance to catch her breath. As tension rippled through her, dragging a barely stifled cry from her lips with it, Burntsky delivered a second into the nest, a little lilac creature revealed to the world. It’s mewls soft; even smaller than her brother. Collapsing into the soft greens of her nest with a weak purr, her energy drained but the pain continued; relentless. Fear began to lace her mind, the worst inkling that night penetrate the brain of any mother -that she might not be strong enough to finish this.
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Post by 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 ꕤ on Dec 23, 2019 18:02:32 GMT -5
Featherdance was there the moment the next kit was delivered, she gingerly swept it close to her with her one good paw, repeating what she had done with the first son, rapidly licking the kittens chest to stimulate breath. This one was strong, upon the first couple laps with her tongue the kitten drew in its first breath, their tiny body shaking with the effort for just one breath. Featherdance smiled wide, gently pressing her nose to the kittens head, silently welcoming them into the world. “A little girl, she’s beautiful mama’s.” The long furred molly soothed, gently nuzzling the kitten right along with its brother. The lilac kitten stretched out her legs weakly, their nose scrunching up as they smelled the world around them, right now only blind and feeble, but soon to grow and marvel at the world around her. “We’re so close, you can do this.”
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