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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jan 1, 2020 14:14:07 GMT -5
[ i am just home, chilling alone, so it's very possible, I will be here when you do xD thank youuu <3 speckled, sun, and storm were all made around october-ish but ridgewolf is an older boi. That's how I was thinking too because family drama is the best drama. xD Ridge is similar to Grizz with Mountain being first, could be mimicked, like younger sibling coping older sibling. omg xD but yes, those poor kits. I feel like Ridge would be a good father... because kits are the future of mountain and he loves his clan so the kits need to be nutured so they grow to be strong and capable warriors; physically and mentallty scary gray cats for win -confetti- ]
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gojo. that is all.
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Post by 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 on Jan 1, 2020 14:28:57 GMT -5
Hawkswoop ;; { Moosepelt } 𝑓𝑜𝑥, { Fawnspirit } Blaze ♡ Hawkswoop padded over to the two siblings and settled next to them. He listened to their conversation before he perks up when he was given a question. "Antler Meadow or Twoleg Cabins," he meowed, "The more trees there are, the more squirrels, birds and other prey there will be." His expression was hard to read, but he mostly looked intimidating. "Unless you two have another opinion?" He questioned. He wasn't trying to intimidate them in any way. If they had another suggestion, he wanted to know. He only wanted what was best.
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jan 1, 2020 15:33:41 GMT -5
[ looks good! I'll add her when I'm home, but feel free to rp, also feel free to continue without Moosepelt if you want since I won't be home for another hour or two.]
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jan 1, 2020 17:35:42 GMT -5
Fawnspirit Camp - - - - - Fawnspirirt shifted on her paws as Hawkscoop joined them, tilting her head to stare at him with golden orbs. He said he was leading the patrol; she hoped he had reasonable ideas before he opened his mouth. She absently swished her tail low along her heels. She let out a soft hmm of acknowledgment at that tom's suggestions. They were good hunting grounds especially if they were going to be almost blind out there. Those hunting grounds were flat with no drop offs or slopes that warriors had to worry about. The only path that would be dangerous is the thin pathway that lead from camp and out into the territory.
"Also more trees will block the winter and the snow," Fawnspirit added onto Hawkscoop's words, not bothered by tom's stoic looks. She tilted her head, her eyes going hazy as she sank into deep thought. Both were good places. However, with this storm, they needed to choose the right one. "Antler Meadow is closest and has the trees that will give us cover," she started and paused before switching, "The twolegs cabins are farther away... it might take us longer to get there than usual in this storm; however, there might be prey there hiding around the cabins scavenging what was left from humans during leaf-fall," she mused. Another plus of twoleg cabins that she didn't remark was that human-made camps blocked the wind and snow in certain areas. She just feared that traveling farther would hurt them in the long run. Once they found prey, even if they did manage to do that, they would have to travel back without losing each other.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 1, 2020 23:24:30 GMT -5
[ hello! hopefully these guys are alright, and if not i can change anything i need to! ] Houndshadow ⇻ 74 moons ⇻ Feathertalon Biography ;; A long-legged black tomcat with long, silky fur and incredibly pale green eyes. Underneath all his fur he is quite lanky and long, his physique made more for speed and stamina than brute strength and force. While all of his fur is long and feathery, his tail is even more so. This tomcat has always been rather wise, even when he had been no more than a kit. There's something about him that makes him seem older than he really is, like he's seasons ahead of his actual age. He's also very laid back and relaxed, not one to jump to conclusions or make assumptions. He's level-headed and rational, a thinker before a doer. He's also the type of cat that serves his Clan dutifully and expects nothing in return. He goes the extra mile for his Clanmates so that others don't have to, yet he does this not for any special rewards or praise, no, he simply does it to see his Clanmates happy and less stressed about their own duties. Their happiness is his reward, and this tomcat wouldn't have it any other way. Reference Photo ;; Clan Rank ;; Warrior Sexuality ;; Demisexual demiromantic Relationships ;; Open *Family ;; Potential relation to either Nightsky or Blackpaw - could be father or grandfather? Plot Role ;; Supportive but believes exile was not the best decision Other ;; Hummingfrost ⇻ 36 moons ⇻ Feathertalon Biography ;; slender molly with a silver pelt that's sliced through with inky tabby markings. She has the typical thick and fluffy fur of a MountainClan cat, but her fur especially fluffs out around her neck and throat. Her tail is also incredibly feathery and soft, the fur there thicker than anywhere else on her body. She also has gentle copper eyes. Unlike her sister, Hummingfrost is very soft-spoken and gentle. She's incredibly nurturing and motherly, the kind of cat that will care for anybody or anything. She's been known to mother Clanmates that are older than she is. There's no sign of any ambition in her, or well, other than the ambition to be an amazing mother to any and all kits she has, but that's about it. Hummingfrost is also a bit of a hopeless romantic which seems to do more bad for her than good. Reference Photo ;; Clan Rank ;; Permanent queen (not necessarily expecting, but could be) Sexuality ;; Demisexual biromantic Relationships ;; Open *Family ;; Littermate to Dimheart; potential mother of Mossypaw and Bravepaw? Plot Role ;; Supports Grizzlystar but not his decision to exile Other ;; Dimheart ⇻ 36 moons ⇻ Feathertalon Biography ;; A long-boded and slender silver-white tabby molly with striking amber eyes. She's built more so for speed and agility, not so much for fighting, but that doesn't mean one should underestimate her fighting abilities. Her fur is thin, allowing most of the scars that she receives during her life as a warrior noticeable. This feline is known to be distant and cold to others at best. She places her service to her Clan above anything else. Calling her a workaholic is perhaps the best way to describe her when it comes down to it. She's also ambitious, a cat that yearns for power. Well, more like she yearns for the Clan to recognize all that she has given for it. She wouldn’t injure or kill for the sake of rising through the ranks, but she won’t deny her ambition, either. All in all she’s a rather stoic cat who would give her life nine times over for the Clan without a second thought. Reference Photo ;; Clan Rank ;; Warrior Sexuality ;; Asexual aromantic Relationships ;; Tentatively open *Family ;; Littermate to Hummingfrost; potential aunt of Mossypaw and Bravepaw? Plot Role ;; Completely supports Grizzlystar Other ;; Bullheart ⇻ 53 moons ⇻ Feathertalon Biography ;; Stocky slightly darker ginger tabby tomcat with the typical thick fur and strong build of a MountainClan member. He has amber eyes. While he looks slender and nimble, he actually packs quite a powerful punch within his paws, so make no mistake in thinking this tomcat is weak. His fighting skills are sharp and ready whereas his hunting skills are not his strong suit. As his name suggests this tomcat is bullheaded and stubborn, a cat that sticks to his decisions as soon as he has made them without wavering. He believes strongly in doing what he thinks is right and he speaks up for those beliefs, which can get him into more trouble than not. He is strong willed, and while loyal to his Clan, he has been known to think differently and break from the mold if he truly believes he is doing the right thing. Reference Photo ;; Clan Rank ;; Warrior Sexuality ;; Bisexual biromantic Relationships ;; Open to mate *Family ;; Open Plot Role ;; Could be the tom that gets exiled? Other ;; Swallowfur ⇻ 20 moons ⇻ Feathertalon Biography ;; An average sized tomcat with thick black and white fur; he has soft forest green eyes that darken around the pupil. He's a rather reckless cat, impulsive and ready to jump into danger at any given moment just for the sake of the thrill it gives him. He's the first to rush into danger with no thought put into it whatsoever. He's loud and obnoxious as well, not the best companion to have around, especially on a hunt. He gets bored easily and tries to find anything and everything he can to rid himself of any boredom that has settled within him. Overall he's a bit of a reckless nuisance and it's a wonder if he makes it to even being a senior member of the Clan. Reference Photo ;; Clan Rank ;; Warrior Sexuality ;; Asexual biromantic Relationships ;; Tentatively open to a crush *Family ;; Open Plot Role ;; Could care less about Grizzlystar's plot; I'm thinking about having him get attacked by a coyote rather severely if that's alright! Not to kill him, but I feel like it would open up to some character development for him Other ;;
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jan 1, 2020 23:54:34 GMT -5
[ hello, hello! all your characters look good to me and I'll get them added in the morning! (: i love the Hound prefix, by the way. im definitely down for Humming to be Mossy and Brave's mom if Blaze is, which I'm sure she will be. im also good with Houndshadow being grandfather to Blackpaw! Bullheart seems like a good fit for that role as well, so it's all yours! feel free to rp, and you can jump in with this hunting patrol heading out as well if you'd like. ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 2, 2020 0:00:01 GMT -5
awesome, thanks! Hound's a fun character, and i haven't had the chance to rp him with a family so him having a granddaughter will be really fun c': i'll get some starters up soon!
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 2, 2020 0:45:00 GMT -5
Dimheart
She couldn't take this weather much longer. The harshness of the outside world was really starting to grate on her nerves, and the need to get out and do something productive was making her even brisker than usual. She hated the feeling of being cooped up, hated the feeling that she wasn't doing anything productive for her Clan. Dimheart wanted nothing more than to go hunting or even just go out and do something as simple as a border patrol, but the weather was seeing that none of that happened. It was frustrating, and at this point Dimheart was sure all her pacing had opened up a gorge within the Clan's camp.
As she continued her never ending pacing back and forth near the warriors' den, Dimheart let out a low growl of frustration. Unfortunately she had been too late in getting to the hunting patrol that was actually being sent out, which that only seemed to heighten her agitation. She was never late when it came to volunteering for such things. She was always punctual and ready to jump into any action that would serve her Clan, yet this time... The sleek tabby clenched her teeth to keep herself from snarling at herself. Slowly she took a deep breath and held it within her chest before letting it slowly out. Getting angry was going to get her nowhere. She needed to remain calm, or as calm as she could.
Even still, that didn't stop the molly from scanning the camp in search of Grizzlystar. Dimheart always did anything and everything in her power to impress the mighty tomcat. She did anything that put her into good graces and to show that she was more than capable of serving her Clan; it was only natural for her to worry that her inability to get on the hunting patrol would ruin her image, especially to Grizzlystar. If this damaged her level of respect to the leader, or even to the Clan, Dimheart wasn't sure what she would do in that case. Houndshadow
Unlike a certain agitated silver tabby, Houndshadow was content with staying inside camp. He wasn't fond of the idea that prey was growing ever lower on the fresh-kill pile, and he hated that a lot of cats were feeling the same pull to get out of camp like Dimheart, but the conditions out there were growing worse by the minute. He didn't want any cat going out there and risk the chance of never coming back. In a time like this the Clan needed every warrior they had. Losing even just one of them would leave them weaker than they already were, and the moral in camp would only grow lower with each injury or, worse, death.
Upon hearing that a hunting patrol was being taken out Houndshadow was flooded with worry. He could understand the drive to want to get cats out there to hunt, but at the same time he wasn't so sure how well this idea was thought through. Prey was needed, yes, and starving to death...well, it didn't sound like a fate he wanted to befall any cat, but they were less likely to starve to death than if a patrol went out into the weather; however, he kept these thoughts to himself for now. Houndshadow trusted Grizzlystar's judgement, and if the leader was willing to risk even his eldest kits for the sake of prey, then surely this was the right choice.
Even still, the black tomcat lowered his head and sent a silent prayer to the ancestors above in hopes that the patrol would return back in one piece. Bullheart
As soon as he heard the talk of a patrol being sent out, Bullheart let out a low growl. Was Grizzlystar really letting cats go out in that weather? There was no way they'd be able to get through that and make it back to camp without a scratch; he doubted prey would even be out in this as well. Actually, he knew there wouldn't be any prey stupid enough to go outside in this weather. What was Grizzlystar even thinking? Sure, they needed prey, but was hunting so important that Grizzlystar, the cat that was supposed to be their leader, was willing to lose Clanmates to the conditions outside? That didn't sit right with Bullheart, and if given the chance he'd certainly speak to the fact that he wasn't happy with any of this. Hummingfrost
Rather than be a part of the activity in camp right now, Hummingfrost was busying herself with tidying up the nursery. She was currently alone inside the den, and there wasn't really that much of a mess, but a den could always use a bit of spiffing up if she thought so herself. Besides, she wanted to make sure the den was welcoming to any and all that came inside. The nursery was the place for cats to feel their most comfortable. It was the place where kits grew and played, and if Hummingfrost had to admit to it, she'd even say the nursery was the most important den in the entire Clan. It housed the future of MountainClan after all. She would then go on to say that the second most important den was the medicine cat den; there sick and injured cats were healed and given a second chance at life, but even still the nursery was more important in the tabby's mind.
She was hard at work putting moss into comfortable piles, and even despite feeling the importance of this, she wouldn't mind some company. If no cat came in to stop by and chat with her by the time she was finished, she was set on going out into the heart of camp to find some company herself. Even in these harsh times it was important to keep relations steady and close. Rocky relationships made for a Clan's downfall, and that was the last thing any cat needed right now. Swallowfur
Ugh, he hated this. This dumb weather made everything so boring and gross, and it made cats all snappy and angry, and that was no fun. What he needed right about now was something fun, something exciting, and while asking to see if he could be apart of the hunting patrol sounded fun right about now, Swallowfur knew if he did that he'd have to be all serious, and that very well defeated the purpose of having fun. No, if he went outside camp right now he'd want to run around and stir up some trouble, do something like climb the tallest tree and then see how many jumps it took for him to get down. He wanted to go outside and wrestle a raccoon or something, just anything to alleviate this boredom that was plaguing him as of late.
The black and white tomcat sighed, dramatically flopping down on the ground not too far from the pitifully small fresh-kill pile. Maybe there was another cat just as bored as he was and ready to go cause some mischief. He hoped so. He was sure if he had to sit around and do nothing for much longer he would absolutely die. [ not my best starters, but got through each cat and they're open for any interaction! ]
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jan 2, 2020 1:26:16 GMT -5
[ hi fea, cute bbs~ i am so down for humming being mossy & brave's mom. she looks just like my brave boi <3
ooo, if i do make my extra cats, Sunhawk could potentially be Bullheart's son since they are similar in physical. He would be the son that stayed in camp and probably be against his father at first but the longer he stays in the camp, seeing the clan suffer, he would see his father's point.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 2, 2020 1:34:37 GMT -5
perfect, Humming is my go to mom character xD
you gotta throw in Sun //peer pressures you but if you do he could totally be Bullheart's son; he's probably a pretty good dad despite his views, and he wouldn't be mad at Sun for staying, he'd just hope Sun would be okay without him around
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jan 2, 2020 1:57:05 GMT -5
Blushingrose Camp - - - - - Crouching in the corner of camp, Blushingrose had positioned herself in an area where the feline could see everything. The pale feline's fur was fluffed up from the cold and her blue eyes were in lazy slits. If nobody knew better, they would see that she-cat was fast asleep on her paws as her flank rose steadily. Yet Blushingrose wasn't close to sleep at all. The underlining uneasy was weary on her emotions. She might have gotten a better handle on them in her aging moons but being stuck in camp? It wasn't doing her any favors.
She silently watched the cats leave the warrior... first Redpatch.. Fawnspirit... Moosepelt... and then the rest. The pale feline twitched her whiskers for a moment. She needed to move. She unfolded her limbs, easing herself to her paws with surprisingly amount of grace for that cat that had been immobile for so long and she glided over towards the nursery, being mindful to avoid her clanmates. Tensions were a little wonky; however, she knew Hummingfrost was safe. Her dear friend was almost always her salvation.
"Good Morning darlin," Blushingrose started with a soft purr and swish of her tail as she slipped into the nursery like she had done countless of times since Hummingfrost had to decide to remain permanently within the cozy den. She carefully dropped down into Hummingfrost's nest and let out a groan at the sudden screaming ache in her muscles. Perhaps being stationary that long was a problem? "It is getting... busy out there," Blushingrose mused, her blue eyes flickering from her friend's form to the den's exit. "Can you believe they are actually going to send out hunting patrols?"
Even thought of leaving camp had started to make Blushingrose's heart pound in slight panic, this winter storm was a monster. She thought nobody was to leave camp... but the fresh-kill pile was dwindling. Some cats were eating fair... while others didn't. Blushingrose could recall Hummingfrost's sons' conversation from earlier. Mossypaw was going to eat entire piece by himself before Bravepaw had somehow managed to convince him otherwise.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 2, 2020 2:15:08 GMT -5
Hummingfrost
It seemed that the ancestors above had granted her wish for company. Before she knew it the ever familiar appearance of her friend caught her attention; a wide smile pulled at her muzzle, copper eyes gleaming with happiness at seeing Blushingrose entering the nursery.
A purr vibrated deep within the thick-furred queen's chest. She leaned forward to give Blushingrose a greeting, pressing her nose against the other female's ear. "Good morning," she returned with that purr very well twined into her words. Hummingfrost stepped back a few pawsteps to give her friend room to maneuver, amusement causing her whiskers two twitch as she watched Blushingrose fold into the comforts of Hummingfrost's own nest. As close as they were it didn't take much for the silver tabby to realize her friend wasn't as relaxed as she could be. Not that any MountainClanner was completely relaxed at this point in the season, but there seemed to be a bit more going on with Blushingrose than just the ever increasing worry of the lack of prey.
True to her nature she closed the gap between herself and Blushingrose, crouching down and instantly beginning to lap her tongue over the other molly's pelt. "You holding up okay?" She asked softly, looking the warrior over with concern in her gaze. Just because Hummingfrost wasn't a warrior herself didn't mean she was unaware of the strain and hardships a warrior went through, especially in tough times such as this. This leafbare was particularly harsh, and while snow and ice were not uncommon to the mountains these cats called home, this amount of the wintry precipitation was beyond even what any cat could imagine. Hummingfrost could only begin to wonder what sort of aches and pains it was causing to grow within any of her fellow Clanmates.
Soon that concern was replaced with surprise. Had she heard right? Surely she had heard wrong, but... No, she was sure she had heard correctly.
Hummingfrost clenched her jaw ever so slightly, surprise now mixed with an ever growing concern that opened a pit inside her stomach. "Hunting patrols?" The tabby asked slowly, tail-tip twitching in her worry. "We need the prey, but..." Then another thought came to her and she visibly stiffened. "They're not letting apprentices go out there, are they? If Bravepaw and Mossypaw are out there..." Hummingfrost choked on her words before she could finish anymore of that sentence. Her two sons meant the world, and more, to her, and if anything happened to them... There was no way Grizzlystar would agree to letting apprentices go out in the blizzard. But what if they tried to sneak out, or at least Mossypaw? Hummingfrost's tail twitched faster among the moss at the thought. She was ready to get up and dart out of the nursery to go and bring her sons back to camp if Blushingrose said anything about them heading out on patrol, but she needed to wait just long enough to give her friend the chance to even answer her before doing such a thing. It was hard to wait, but she could do it.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jan 2, 2020 2:39:23 GMT -5
Blushingrose Camp - - - - - Purring back with happy purrs, Blushingrose could admit that being the presence of the warm den and her friend made some of the underlining tension in her shoulders release and give away. She still feel tired... emotionally drained if she would probably say. Unlike the rest of her clanmates, Blushingrose had never been much of a big eater. She had a healthy metabolism and not eating for a few days never truly bothered her. She could feel a dull ache of hunger but nothing that would be bothersome.
Shuffling over slightly to ensure that Hummingfrost had enough room to be careful as she sat with her. She always enjoyed the closeness that she shared with her friend, quiet times like these were moments that Blushingrose lived for. A steady purr rumbled from pale feline's chest as she started to relax within the nest. "I am just tired... and I also remained in the same position for the past few hours," Blushingrose reassured with a soft smile, true to her words, the feline's eyes did hold a dull gleam to them, "That was a mistake," she huffed with a gentle laughter and shook her head. It was vastly possible the aches were another symptom of the onset malnutrition the clan was starting to go through.
Twitching one of her ears, Blushingrose gave a small nod as she saw the flickering emotions in Hummingfrost's eyes. "I am surprised," she confessed, glancing out of the nursery before quickly looking back to the queen, "But Grizzlystar has never been wrong before..." This must have been a huge decision. She saw some warriors that gathered to leave and she knew that they were likely to come back. The ones that volunteered were strong and determined felines. They could brave mother nature and come out alive. "I didn't catch that part but I doubt it," Blushingrose was quick to reassure the queen. She gently bumped her head underneath Hummingfrost's chin with a soft, smoothing purr. "The storm is nasty out there... it looks like only certain warriors may be permitted to go,"she mused.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jan 2, 2020 2:46:34 GMT -5
[ humming, the good mom.
nooo, not the peer pressure. random thought but i am really good/weird with word association xD peer pressure makes me think of alcohol and holy cow, White Russians are sooo good. chocolate liquor is the bomb.com my friends probably hate me because if they say a certain word, it's like a trigger and i will sing. it may be for a few seconds or a minute; depends on the song choice in my mind that
anyways back to normal stuff yeee, sunhawk is a good boi and that would be good because he is a well-rounded ginger boi; so stable family is good for him. also they have very similar traits; they are both proud felines and they believe in "doing the right thing no matter what the cost" [ straight for sunhawk's description ] at first, he would probably feel betrayed by his father and then after the additional cool-down phase, he'd be like "whoa, pops has a point" ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 2, 2020 2:55:35 GMT -5
Hummingfrost
Hummingfrost was relieved to hear that Blushingrose was fine, but beyond the relief was a look of mock exasperation when the other molly mentioned having stayed in the same position for hours on end. Sure, that was something any cat could do, their bodies were all capable of staying in place for as long as needed to ambush prey or anything of the sorts, but Hummingfrost could only imagine that weather like this made any cat's joints stiff and achy. Add that to staying in one place for longer than necessary and it was sure to create some unpleasant feelings.
Rather than playfully cuff her friend's ears, though, she rolled her eyes and let out a chuff of laughter. "No wonder you're growing stiff. You could have frozen in place out there," she teased, yet the genuine concern she felt was still underlying her words as she spoke. Maybe it could be deemed as annoying that she was as worried for her friend as she was - and she knew Blushingrose was a very capable and strong warrior - but it was simply in her nature to nurture those around her. From the youngest kit to the oldest elder, Hummingfrost was a natural mother and taking care of those around her was what she did best.
Some of that worry that had been growing inside her loosened every so slightly as Blushingrose explained what had been happening outside the nursery's walls. Hummingfrost drew in a deep breath and silently let it out. Worry for her sons still kept the pit in her stomach open, but she felt much more relaxed now that she knew they were most likely safe inside camp than being allowed outside in the raging blizzard.
Her friend's reassuring gesture meant a lot to her. Hummingfrost closed her eyes, finding the presence and touch of Blushingrose comforting. "I know they're old enough to start more serious warrior duties, but they'll always be my kits," Hummingfrost explained softly. Ever since she had been a kit herself she had wanted to be a mother, and from the moment she had been told she was to have a litter she had been beyond excited, and from that moment on she had sworn to protect her litter, and any others she had after that, with her very own life. If anything happened to any of her children she would be beyond devastated, and maybe she was overbearing, but her sons were everything to her, and she didn't want to see anything happen to either of them.
As for the warriors actually going out there in the storm, Hummingfrost was worried for them too. But Blushingrose, as per usual, was right. Grizzlystar had never stirred them wrong before, so why would he now? "May StarClan watch over those that brave the weather. Did you catch who all is going out there?" Hummingfrost wouldn't be surprised to hear her sister's name listed among those who had volunteered to go out there, and even if her and Dimheart weren't exactly on the best of terms, Dimheart was still her sister and Hummingfrost was still going to worry about the tabby warrior like she would any Clanmate.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 2, 2020 2:58:37 GMT -5
[ humming, the good mom.
nooo, not the peer pressure. random thought but i am really good/weird with word association xD peer pressure makes me think of alcohol and holy cow, White Russians are sooo good. chocolate liquor is the bomb.com my friends probably hate me because if they say a certain word, it's like a trigger and i will sing. it may be for a few seconds or a minute; depends on the song choice in my mind that
anyways back to normal stuff yeee, sunhawk is a good boi and that would be good because he is a well-rounded ginger boi; so stable family is good for him. also they have very similar traits; they are both proud felines and they believe in "doing the right thing no matter what the cost" [ straight for sunhawk's description ] at first, he would probably feel betrayed by his father and then after the additional cool-down phase, he'd be like "whoa, pops has a point" ] i haven't tried white russians, but looks like that's something i gotta add to me "things i gotta try" list xD but i completely understand that, except instead of singing my associations go straight to vines or something because im that nerd sun sounds precious<3 yeah, i think they'd make for a really interesting family dynamic because of that! like father, like son poor boy, he'll need hugs during his betrayed phase, but after that it'll be interesting to see where Sun goes
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 2, 2020 3:02:57 GMT -5
sorry for all the multiple posts (this is probably my last for the night), but if there still needs to be a second patrol to head out I could have Dimheart lead it if that's okay? c':
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jan 2, 2020 10:26:20 GMT -5
[ ... i love vine. and white Russians. xD good morning y'all, the page should be updated and I'm getting replies up now. also, that's fine Feather, you can either assume Grizz already said its okay or we can rp it out if you'd rather! their dynamic intrigues me. also how would you feel about me making a littermate for Swallowfur? ]
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jan 2, 2020 10:40:37 GMT -5
Mossypaw ⇻ mentions; Bravepaw [ Blaze ♡ ]
The tom had moved on to the bones of the squirrel between him and his brother, clearly not intending to leave any part of it behind for another's consumption. He cracked a bone between his teeth with a jarring pop and began to make quick work of the marrow inside. Mossypaw rolled his eyes at his teasing tone. No matter what Bravepaw, or anyone else for that matter said, the apprentice did truly consider himself, well, something of angel. At least, he didn't believe he could ever do or be wrong in his mind, and for anyone who couldn't see that... that was their problem.
"Sounds like a patrols heading out," Mossypaw murmured, ears flicking in the direction of the patrol. "No invite?" He scoffed, genuinely a little bit offended. "Why do all of those warriors get to leave but we're all told not to leave camp like a bunch of kits?" Mossypaw shattered the bone he had been chewing on in sudden annoyance, a bead of blood forming in his gums where one of the shards had stabbed him. Ouch.... The tom wouldn't have been productive on the patrol, that's for sure, but he was painfully bored in his confinement. He sucked the blood from his gums and spat some of it on the cave floor, making a frothy, red stain.
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jan 2, 2020 11:01:33 GMT -5
Grizzlystar ⇻ mentions; Silverbirch [ Blaze ♡ ]
.At the medicine cat's words, Grizzlstar let out a huff that was just about as close as the tom ever got to a laugh. His yellow eyes slid shut for a moment, as if the tom were deep in thought. Which he was, and had been for just about the entire season. Silverbirch's "optimism" was a small comfort to the leader--while the toms weren't exactly best friends, Silverbirch was not only the medicine cat but also one of Mountainclan's senior members. If anyone had seen it all, it was Silverbirch, and Grizzlystar had always been grateful for the tom's insight.
"You can't fix stupid, but you can kill it." Grizzystar meowed, tone still flat and unreadable. What he meant by this was that the territory would have no qualms killing a foolish cat out there, however what was a poor attempt at a joke came off more ominous than anything. When Silverbirch spoke on his kits, it caught his attention and his yellow eyes slid open. The medicine cat's comment on their size amused the leader. It was a trait of his blood he was incredibly proud of. Grizzlystar was the strategic type, and this didn't cease when it had come to finding a mate. What he looked for had never been love... it had been who he thought would have provided the most physically sound Mountainclan kits. [ kind of want Grizz to have a living wife, ngl, but as ever i feel so bad for his children lmao ]
"Indeed." Was the leader's only response, agreeing with Silverbirch's observation. It was too bad they didn't inherit much more... He mused silently, gaze drifting towards Fawnspirit and Moosepelt for a moment, the shadow of a grimace dancing across the tom's face. He trusted the pair to be successful in their patrol and had faith they would do well for their clan. However a small seed of doubt had Grizzlystar wondering what would happen if his eldest kits didn't make it back from their patrol. What would the clan think...? He considered the possibility. The pit he felt in his stomach wasn't worry for his kits safety, but rather how it would reflect on his leadership and decision-making if his own children couldn't even hunt in this weather. "If my warriors cannot handle the weather now, then I fear they will not be equipped to survive the rest of the season if it proves to worsen as it goes on." Leafbares typically got worse the longer they went on, but Grizzlystar hoped this season was an exception. They were still not very far into the season and already struggling, and the tom didn't want to see just how far the clan could be pushed before it gave.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jan 2, 2020 11:04:23 GMT -5
[ good morning cx yeeesss white russians are wonderful; you should definitely try them Fea. I was trying to make some for New years but I added too much vodka... so I just decided not to drink at all xD ]
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jan 2, 2020 11:05:47 GMT -5
[ i drank a four loko for new year's.... it was a wild time. xD ]
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jan 2, 2020 11:10:55 GMT -5
[ aw man, lol i didn't leave my house like usual and i actually was in bed around 10pm xD I woke up for the ball drop and then I was done.
i love grizz. he is just a precious fluffball with no emotions <3 what a good boy. xD ]
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Feathertalon
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 2, 2020 11:14:30 GMT -5
[ I’m really interested in the dynamic of Grizz and Dim too! They’ll be fun to work with and have interact, but since grizz is busy right now I’ll go ahead and say he’s already told Dim to take a patrol c; And I would love it if you made Swallow a sibling! I’ll try to get a quick Dim post up asking for patrolmates, but I’m on mobile so we’ll see how it goes xD ]
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jan 2, 2020 11:21:21 GMT -5
Moosepelt had remained mostly quiet as the small patrol had gathered, letting Fawnspirit and Hawkswoop do all of the talking. Hawkswoop was leading the patrol, after all, and his sister had always been the bolder type, so he'd figure he'd let the two of them hash out where they should hunt. He figured the likelihood of prey was slim to none either place and that the storm would be just as unbearable in the meadow or down by the cabins. Moosepelt agreed with Hawkswoop's logic about more trees providing more cover and increasing the possibility of prey, yet the brown tabby was growing more anxious about the patrol's outcome the longer they spoke about it instead of moving out. He knew the importance of having a clear plan and yet... the tom zoned out for a moment, green eyes growing distant as he gazed out of the crag that would be their exit into the snowy world outside.
"There might be raccoons by the Twoleg dens." Moosepelt finally offered up, returning his attention to the group and meeting with Hawkswoop's intimidating gaze and Fawnspirit's welcoming one. "They den there during Leafbare sometimes and scavenge on trash, like Fawnspirit said." The tom took a moment to think, his mouth screwed up as if he was trying to answer a very challenging question he had just been asked. "That either means we should avoid it, for, erm, safety reasons, or we could try to catch one. If we managed to dig up a den, they'd be like sitting ducks."
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Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jan 2, 2020 11:25:22 GMT -5
[ Grizz is.... something else. xD i love my boy tho. but that sounds good Feather! another time. and i'll get the sister up soon so you can take a look at her. her name is Chickadeewing. ^^ ]
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 2, 2020 11:28:10 GMT -5
Dimheart
It wasn’t long before her bored frustrations were put to a rest. A surge of pride flooded through the silver tabby when she was given her order of sending a patrol out with herself at the front and center. Dimheart knew the weather out there was harsh and anything could happen, but the Clan needed to be fed, winter storm or not. And, of course, her pride was only lifted even higher when she put it into consideration that Grizzlystar would only send out the most capable of warriors to do this very important task. It left the molly with a sense even beyond pride. Of course she couldn’t let this get to her head, she still needed to be clear minded enough to keep level and clear in her judgements. Out in a storm like this there was no room for error or misjudgment. And with her sense of needing everything to be perfect overall and her want to impress Grizzlystar, Dimheart was not open to the idea of mistakes. Mistakes out there very well meant life or death, and death of a Clanmate on her watch was not something she wanted to put on her record.
Amber eyes scanning the camp with a steely, determined gaze, the sleek furred molly called out, ”I need two cats with me on patrol. If you’re coming, you better hurry.” Dimheart left it at that as she started to pad toward the camp’s exit. She wasn’t harebrained enough to leave without a companion or two, but she wasn’t going to wait around for cats to drag themselves out of their warm nests either.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 2, 2020 11:29:39 GMT -5
[ I love her already, and Swallow is excited for a sister, he’ll definitely want to be close to her ]
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Post by Blaze ♡ on Jan 2, 2020 11:32:44 GMT -5
Bravepaw With Mossypaw [ 𝑓𝑜𝑥 ] Within camp - - - - - A snap drew his attention back to Mossypaw, the silvery tabby blinked for a moment. At least he couldn't say that his brother was wasteful, watching with slight distaste as the grey tom gnawed on the bones. Bravepaw wasn't a fan of the bones. They had a weird taste in his opinion... and the possibly of getting poked was too high. He watched with a mild expression as Mossypaw spat out some blood after his venting about the patrols.
Bravepaw swung his head back towards the direction of the patrols. The young tom cocked his head to the side as he observed the warriors assembling, allowing Mossypaw's aimless chatter fade as background noise. His amber eyes narrowed as they drifted over dark coats and thick muscles. If his brother payed closer attention, there was only a few certain warriors going. Only the boldest of the bold, it looked like. The weather was nasty outside. "Why would you want to leave camp?" Bravepaw asked, turning to face his brother with a mild look, "You could probably hardly see out there? If I am going to die, I rather it not be a storm," he mused with a conflicted gleam in his eyes. Are those patrols even going to come back?
[ spoiler alert ; bravepaw dies in a winterstorm next leafbare. irony strikes again xD ]
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