|
Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jan 3, 2020 0:33:52 GMT -5
Spottedfire let out a little sigh of disappointment, the sound of which was stolen as soon as it left her muzzle and swept away with the wind. She understood the severity of their situation, and the seriousness of the patrol.... yes, all that nonsense, but the she-cat longed for more freedom on her hunt. This wasn't possible, of course, with the conditions, and even the season, but the calico could do without all of the precautions. Safety had never been her strong suite.
The wind tossled her dilute coat, tugging at the tangles that had formed in it due to lack of grooming. Spottedfire halted for a moment to shake out her fur, sending stray snowflakes that had settled on it flying. She regained her pace quickly, nostrils flaring in the cold as she scented for prey as they neared the foot of the mountain. Don't let desperation make you do anything stupid... The younger warrior mocked Dimheart's words in her head. resisting the urge to roll her eyes. While she admired the silver tabby, Spottedfire wasn't well versed in respect for anyone, and the winter storms had made her even more bad-tempered than usual. She at least had the sense to hold her tongue; she knew there was a reason Dimheart was leading this patrol and not her.
She did take Dimheart's advice on what to be looking for prey-wise, however. Birds would be a good bet, as well as rodents, squirrels and mice alike. It would be hard to get on the trail of anything, but there was prey somewhere, they just had to find it. Whether they find it out scavenging or discovered a den, Spottedfire was determined not to return home empty-handed. She didn't want to picture the look on Grizzlystar's face if they did. "I'll see what I can do," she called up to Dimheart finally, although it was difficult to hear anything. and she couldn't tell if she'd been heard. The wind eased up a bit as they moved lower down the mountain but it still howled in the molly's ears.
|
|
|
Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jan 3, 2020 0:57:54 GMT -5
Chickadeewing let out a tentative laugh along with her brother, his mocking expression of feigned surprise making her blush a bit. Swallowfur's joking always put her at ease, although truthfully she didn't always find it amusing. She had always admired the tom for how light-hearted he was, despite everything--sometimes she wished she was more like him. It must be relaxing.
She ducked her head, trying to hide what she was sure was embarrassment written clearly across her face as well as to dodge her brother's playful swipe. "I guess I'll accept that as a good reason not to go, as long as it means you're safe in camp." She murmured, more to herself than to Swallowfur. Shuffling her paws back and forth, the she-cat flicked her tail playfully at her brother's nose. "You can have plenty of fun right here. You've always found a way to, after all."
Swallowfur's sudden burst upwards had startled the black and white molly, and she nearly tumbled backwards, clumsily trying to retain her footing. And, ah, yes, there it was. Chickadeewing was reminded why her jealousy of her brother's easy-going nature was never long-lived. She had never believed he had taken things seriously enough, his thoughts on the weather being a prime example. Chickadeewing's eyebrows knitted together in another worried expression at his words, but she mustered up a sheepish smile for her brother. She'd always enjoyed watching his theatrics. She decided better than to try and convince Swallowfur of the danger outside of the cave--she knew by now that he would never see that side of things. "Some caution never hurt..." She suggested with a little shrug of her shoulders. "But the confidence helps as well, I suppose."
|
|
|
Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jan 3, 2020 1:09:53 GMT -5
Moosepelt got stiffly to his paws once again--Starclan he needed to stretch his legs for longer than a few paces today--as Hawkswoop motioned that the patrol was ready to head out. He dipped his head curtly to the tom when he announced his decision for their hunting grounds and shot a glance at Fawnspirit, flashing her a quick grin. The tabby was glad that she was accompanying him. He trusted her more than just about anyone and would prefer her at his side if he were ever to traverse danger, no matter how great. "Sounds like a plan to me," He meowed, following Hawkswoop out into the storm. "Watch your step, kids."
|
|
|
Post by Blaze ♡ on Jan 3, 2020 1:19:52 GMT -5
Bravepaw With Mossypaw [ 𝑓𝑜𝑥 ] Within camp - - - - - Ignoring his brother's sour face, Bravepaw kept his main focus on the patrols. He watched as Dimheart lead her patrol out of camp. She looked determined, it was something he always kinda admired about his mother's sister. Determination was always a good trait, or at least in his opinion.
He let out a soft yawn as he glanced back towards Mossypaw. He let out a faint snort as his brother echoed his question back to him, here we go again. Bravepaw could see his point but then again, it wasn't bothered by the structure that apart of an apprentice's life. It felt easy. He let out a soft sigh, "You know better... there are always consequences of any actions," he meowed. He knew that Mossypaw wasn't stupid. But going out in the snowstorm wasn't safe. There was plenty of variables that could wrong.
|
|
|
Post by Stealthfire on Jan 3, 2020 1:33:46 GMT -5
[Here's the forms now, this looks super interesting! 𝑓𝑜𝑥 Let me know if Frostdeer taking the exiled's mate spot is alright. Also, Would it be alright for Lichenstone to be Grizzlystar and Ridgewolf's father? I added their place in his history, but if that doesn't suit I can take it out:) Let me know if there's any issues with the forms!]
Frostdeer ⇻ 47 moons ⇻ Stealthfire Biography ;; Frostdeer is a silky white she-cat with brown splotches on both ears and deep green eyes. She is dreamy and mostly lives with her head in the clouds. Since she was young, Frostdeer had little doubt that her path was to be a queen. Love comes very easily to her, toward others and especially toward her mate and kits. Her heart is carefree, and as soon as she fell in love, it was all she needed to satisfy her life. She dislikes to be confronted or to be involved in any conflict, actively avoiding either. For these reasons, she works well with Bullheart's stubbornness, happy to support his confident opinions instead of having to choose between complex feelings. Frostdeer can be small-minded, and often only has time for issues if they affect herself or her closest kin. Her mate and her kit are her entire foundation, and her easygoing manner would not cope well with the loss of either. Reference Photo ;; Clan Rank ;; Queen (not currently expecting) Sexuality ;; Bisexual Relationships ;; Mate is Bullheart *Family ;; Sister is Coldfeather, Son is Sunhawk Plot Role ;; Exiled's mate Other ;;
Martenpaw ⇻ 14 moons ⇻ Stealthfire Biography ;; Martenpaw is a thick shorter furred brown tom with a white chest, underbelly and face, giving him the same colourations as his animal namesake. He has unusual grey eyes, and is very large for his age. Martenpaw is an idealist, and his overly compassionate spirit can marr his clear judgement. For this reason, Martenpaw never had any chance as a warrior. He always sees the best in cats, but, crucially, can be far too trusting. He loves the powerful capability to heal that knowledge of herbs allows, and listens very closely throughout all his training. Martenpaw is dutiful enough to respect to StarClan's wisdom, but follows his compassion above all else. In his mind, being a medicine cat means he is uniquely able to care for all cats, regardless of any authority. The only time he will interfere in conflict is when a creature's suffering is the concern. Reference Photo ;; Clan Rank ;; Medicine Cat apprentice Sexuality ;; Heterosexual Relationships ;; Open to relationships, forbidden romance *Family ;; Open Plot Role ;; Supporter of Bullheart because he believes Grizzlystar's decision making will only result in more harm to others Other ;;
Coldfeather ⇻ 47 moons ⇻ Stealthfire Biography ;; Coldfeather is an unassuming looking grey longhaired she-cat with pale green eyes. She has the faintest of tabby markings on her face, and lightens ever so slightly on her chest fur. Of average build, Coldfeather exceeds in fighting skills, and possesses a talent for tactic and strategy. She is a hard worker with very little ego and humble ambitions. Quite unlike her sister Frostdeer, the grounded she-cat is a realist and an obsessor over possible outcomes of any situation. She has good social skills and noble intentions, but her main distaste is for inaction. In the end, Coldfeather doesn't care what happens, as long as it happens quickly. Always on the move, mentally or physically, she loves to plan for the highest success of her clan. Reference Photo ;; Clan Rank ;; Warrior, would be interested in deputy Sexuality ;; Heterosexual Relationships ;; Open to romances, mate, other family *Family ;; Sister is Frostdeer Plot Role ;; Skeptical of Grizzlystar, but very unwilling to go through the instability of changing leaders Other ;;
Yellowmoon ⇻ 102 moons ⇻ Stealthfire Biography ;; Yellowmoon is an elder who never dreamed he'd live long enough to become one. His thick pelt is a light brown tabby colour, but the scars of his fighting nature are marked all over, blurring his stripes. A scar even cuts across his yellow eyes, rendering his sight much worse than it had been in his best days. Previously a fierce warrior, this stocky tom's sharp tongue is all that remains of his ancient temper. He has always loved his kits, Grizzlystar and Ridgewolf, more than anything, even the clan and the code itself. Despite his frustrating attitude and battle-ready ways, he surprisingly does enjoy spending time with whichever kits and apprentices come to see him during this less exciting period of his long life. He adores any chance he gets to retell old stories of his fiery glory days. Yellowmoon lost two of his kits when they were very young along with his mate to sickness many moons ago. He never had another litter or mate. Since then, Yellowmoon has been an even fiercer supporter of his surviving kits Grizzlystar and Ridgewolf's strengths and ambitions through their lives. If anything threatened them, little could stop this old tom from unsheathing his claws once more. Reference Photo ;; Clan Rank ;; Elder Sexuality ;; Heterosexual Relationships ;; Mate is deceased *Family ;; VERY open to being existing cats' father! Plot Role ;; Grizzlystar supporter Other ;;
Raccoonpaw ⇻ 9 moons ⇻ Stealthfire Biography ;; Raccoonpaw is a black tabby with shiny stripes and faded dark fluff through her face and underbelly. Her pelt is scruffy at best, and though she is very conscious of keeping it smooth, it always seems to stick up. Her wide light green eyes and pink nose accent her petite face. She is of a stubby build, but finds that her strength comes in her powerful stout legs, perfect for springing lethally at prey, foes, or a tall tree. Raccoonpaw is a very perceptive young she-cat, who is so determined to be extraordinary that she spends much of her time worrying over herself. Because of this, she is not judgmental of others in the least, rather, she is mainly concerned about her own image. Raccoonpaw's desire to stand out results in her being a hardworking apprentice, and sometimes a bit of a showoff in attitude. She loves to compete against others in anything, whether it's training or simply apprentice duties. Reference Photo ;; Clan Rank ;; Apprentice Sexuality ;; Unknown Relationships ;; Open to relationships *Family ;; Open Plot Role ;; Not yet determined Other ;;
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Jan 3, 2020 9:22:43 GMT -5
Swallowfur
Swallowfur had almost missed what Chickadeewing had murmured, and had he put any thought into it he would have let her comment go. It had been spoken quietly, like she hadn't wanted him to hear, but his ears had picked up on the statement even if faintly. "Come on, Chickadeewing, I'm safe wherever I go. I can look after myself." That was something of a lie, but to him it was the glaring truth. Only twenty moons of age and Swallowfur had already seen countless visits to the medicine cat den with a wide variety of scrapes, bruises, bumps, and at one point a dislocated shoulder that had almost - almost - delayed his warrior ceremony, but he had managed to heal just in time to take his assessment and get his name alongside his sister. If that hadn't stopped him then nothing will, and that was just a fact.
While he loved Chickadeewing and couldn't imagine a world without her in it, Swallowfur did have to be honest and point out that sometimes she sounded a bit more like a mother to him than a sister. "Don't do that" or "maybe you shouldn't stick your paw in a trout's mouth", which, even if she had never said those specific things, Swallowfur was sure she had come close to saying them at some point in their lifetime. He was reckless and didn't think anything through, but he had made it this far, hadn't he? Surely by now his littermate, and even the rest of the Clan, would have a little bit of faith in him.
These thoughts left him when he felt a tail brush against his nose; he pulled his face back out of instinct, eyes alight with amusement. His nose twitched from the feeling of fur that had been on it seconds ago, and Swallowfur had to shake his head to keep himself from sneezing or reaching a paw up to scratch at his now vaguely itchy nose. "I suppose so, but sometimes even the fun in camp gets boring. There's gotta be something so much more fun outside of camp, don't you think?" The question was practically rhetorical as he was sure he knew the answer, but that didn't stop him from asking anyway.
It wasn't long before Swallowfur cast a longing glance toward the exit of the cave; he let out a slow sigh, the air turning to a soft white cloud of mist around his muzzle. He didn't notice his sister's reaction to his sudden outburst from earlier, yet even as he stood there looking toward the door to the outside world, he kept that proud stance. "Caution only gets a cat so far. Sometimes you have to be brave and unstoppable to get to where you wanna go, and you should know me by now." He finally pulled his gaze away to look at Chickadeewing. "I wanna go far and do things that no other cat has done before."
|
|
Aromantic
𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗
gojo. that is all.
Pronouns: she/her, they/them
|
Post by 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 on Jan 3, 2020 13:44:27 GMT -5
//Feathertalon sorry! ahh i saw your characters, a love them! hawkswoop and hummingfrost would probably be a good match (of course, thats up to you ^^) softelm and swallowfur would be great friends as they can kind of bounce off each other
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Jan 3, 2020 14:19:07 GMT -5
[ I’m down for humming and hawk if you are! I think they’d be interesting, especially with humming’s soft personalty and hawk’s more assertive one Then swallow and soft would be real fun as friends! ]
|
|
Aromantic
𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗
gojo. that is all.
Pronouns: she/her, they/them
|
Post by 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 on Jan 3, 2020 19:16:21 GMT -5
//sounds fine to me lol
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Jan 3, 2020 20:28:39 GMT -5
[ awesome, im excited to play with these new relationships at some point c': and if you still wanna rp Softelm, I've got Bullheart, Whitefalcon, and Houndshadow open ]
|
|
|
Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jan 3, 2020 23:02:50 GMT -5
[ Stealth, your forms look good and you're welcome to rp! id be happy to have Yellowmoon as Grizzs father and Frost seems great for the role. i love all of your characters names as well. i can also definitely see Chickadeewing being interested in Martenpaw if you want to explore that. im sure she spends a great deal of time in his den accompanying Swallowfur lol.
I'll probably be on to update the page and post replies when I get home from the airport tomorrow night. ]
|
|
|
Post by Stealthfire on Jan 3, 2020 23:40:26 GMT -5
[Thanks a mil! Chickadee/Marten sounds very good to me, that all makes sense. Safe travels red:) I'll post some starters in a bit for mine]
|
|
|
Post by Blaze ♡ on Jan 3, 2020 23:44:38 GMT -5
[ hello guys! i am going to work on my replies. I think i have Silver, Blushing, Night, and Fawn's responses to get out so I probably will spend the next 2 hours typing especially since I am watching bones xD i am a little bad at multitasking
oh Stealth, I have Ridge, Storm and Sun open! ooo could Storm and Martenpaw be siblings? I been on the fence about Storm's age but I think she is going to be a new warrior. ]
|
|
|
Post by Blaze ♡ on Jan 4, 2020 0:26:56 GMT -5
Blushingrose Camp - - - - - Her pale blue eyes glistened with a bright light in the dim of the den. It was calming to be here with Hummingfrost. Just for a few moments, it was easy to forget about the pain that the clan was suffering. She swished her tail and tilted her head slightly. She let out a gentle snort of amusement. "Frozenrose?" she gasped, her blue eyes wide with laughter, before joking, "I better tell folks about my alternate ego." At least, she had a backup plan when she felt like Blushingrose wasn't working out for her anymore.
She was smart enough not to voice that thought. It would bring back memories from Blushingrose's dark days. The pale ginger feline had never been a loud and confident feline. As an apprentice, young Blushing was never sure about her stance within the clan. Would she ever be a warrior? Was she enough? She was timid and frankly, lacked self-confidence that most apprentices had in themselves. Sometimes, she was surprised that she made it this far in life. Blushingrose had learned to fake until you made it.
Oh she recognized that sigh. It was one that Blushingrose knew was reserved for Hummingfrost's kits. Bravepaw and Mossypaw had grown and choose their own path. Bravepaw still remained the calm tom he had been as a kit; however, Mossykit had grown more flamboyant. In her opinion, the kits flourished under her friend's love and affection.
She shrugged her shoulders, not believing Hummingfrost's words. "I doubt that," she confessed with a gentle sigh, "If anything, Mossypaw is probably furious about being denied and kept within camp." It was reasonable guess. The gray tom was always active. She bet that being cooped up within the camp walls was slowly driving the young tom crazy.
Blushingrose humed gently under her breath. She dipped her head in agreement. It was dangerous out there... as much as the clan was suffering, she honestly thought they could handle a few more days of this. Yet if Grizzlystar thought this was the best course of action, the pale feline wouldn't say anything against it. "I am sure the stars are watching over them," Blushingrose meowed with a soft, smoothing purr. All of the warriors were very capable. They would return like usual and perhaps with a few pieces of prey.
|
|
|
Post by Blaze ♡ on Jan 4, 2020 0:41:10 GMT -5
Fawnspirit Camp - - - - - The brown tabby tom spun around on her paws, her tail swishing behind her and her eyes bright in excitement. "Wonderful," she meowed simply. The patrol had their location, now they just needed to get there and if anything was in their favor, they would be able to find something to bring back to camp. Fawnspirit purred at Moosepelt before the two followed Hawkscoop with fast and brisk steps.
The bold feline slipped out of camp and into the storm behind Hawkscoop and Moosepelt with no hesitation. There was a determined glint in her amber eyes, as she ducked her head into the howling wind. Fawnspirit wasn't surprised by the biting cold of the wind and snow that came with it. She watched her paws as the patrol started to travel down the narrow pathway into the territory. Like she feared, it was hard to see out within the territory without the shelter of camp walls.
|
|
|
Post by Stealthfire on Jan 4, 2020 1:45:23 GMT -5
[Yes Blaze Marten/Storm is all good with me! Feel free to pop in with any of these guys ▼▼ Raccoon/Marten/Yellow are goign up tomorrow unless anyone wanted to rp anything specific with them:)] Frostdeer / Open In a spot not too far from the nursery, Frostdeer finished the last few licks of her latest grooming. Pleased with her silky fur, the wispy she-cat settled her two white paws neatly before her. As she had done at least a dozen times so far that day, she glanced once more at the warrior's den, then the camp's entrance. Each day followed the same for her, comfortably. She would wait until she saw a ginger pelt, of her mate or of her son, and her leaf green eyes would light up magnificently. Of course, they were the busiest of warriors, and the gentle queen knew they had so very much to take care of so that she and the rest of the clan were safe.
Frostdeer flicked a brown splotched ear listlessly. She stayed in her head most times, in a dazy pleasant state, but just sometimes, she felt boredom creeping in. If only it weren't leafbare, she thought longingly, and if only there were little kits to be looking after. Frostdeer often pined for the squeaks of little ones once more, to keep herself and Hummingfrost on their toes yet again. Softly, Frostdeer sighed, and positioned herself cozily to stand watch for either ginger tom.
Coldfeather / Open Huddled in a fluffy grey mass, Coldfeather willed her paws to keep from pacing. Conditions were treacherous, that the logical she-cat knew, but the lack of activity to carry out in camp irritated her to no end. Her racing mind was a battle between an itching need for productivity and a strict understanding of the futility of venturing out hunting. Coldfeather stressed that there was nothing she could do to change this, even if she wanted to, she was not sent on the two hunting patrols and no other options were afforded to her. Besides, the grey warrior had already ran through the issues of sending out not one, but two patrols, and the risks worried her. Grizzlystar had little choice, waiting would have only been willing starvation, but nevertheless Coldfeather shuddered to think of the high likelihood of incident on these patrols. Caught so frustratingly within her thoughts, the she-cat, unaware, had begun to pace again.
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Jan 4, 2020 15:46:08 GMT -5
[ hey, just popping in but I’ll get replies up sometime tonight! ]
|
|
|
Post by Blaze ♡ on Jan 4, 2020 16:48:31 GMT -5
[ sweet! I will edit Storm's form then c: ]
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Jan 4, 2020 19:20:31 GMT -5
Dimheart
With each pawstep the wind seemed to grow fiercer. It howled through the trees like a hungry wolf, causing trees to moan and sway as if they could no longer stand the harrowing conditions. It was tough being outside, the wind kicking up vast blankets of snow into Dimheart’s face and eyes, but she powered on. There was no stopping her now, and if all went well the patrol wouldn’t have to be outside for long. It would take more time to reach their destination in all of this, but they could do it. Dimheart knew they could.
As the patrol went lower down the mountain, the wind slacked up thanks to all the trees that grew more down the mountain than up. It didn’t mean that the wind was no longer a bother, but it was certainly easier to navigate and easier to finally scent the air for anything promising.
Dimheart gave pause in her steps as she parted her jaws and drew in a deep breath of the air around her. Most of what she could smell was the sharp, crisp scent of snow, but if she really concentrated she could just make out the scent of a chipmunk. It was stale, but the fact that the scent was still there gave the tabby some hope. She flicked her tail to grab Spottedfire and Nightsky’s attention. ”Chipmunk,” she called over the wind. ”It’s stale, but keep your eyes out.” A lead was a lead, and one potential chipmunk was better than nothing at all.
Hummingfrost
Perhaps Frozenrose wasn’t the best of names, but naming warriors was not the job of a queen. That duty fell upon Grizzlystar. Though, Hummingfrost did have something of a duty when it came to naming kits. Her own, at least, and if any queen and her mate needed help with naming their litter Hummingfrost gladly gave her opinions. Prefixes she could give, but suffixes were an entirely different matter. At least it seemed like her friend found enjoyment in the idea of Frozenrose, and it wasn’t long until Hummingfrost herself let out a quip of laughter.
From laughter to worry, the expression upon Hummingfrost’s face changed drastically. She glanced down at her paws, amber eyes taking in even the smallest of details upon them. She was a rather well built feline for MountainClan, her looks perhaps the only thing she had that Dimheart didn’t, and even then she wasn’t pretty or anything of that sort. She was average, and the only thing going for her was the fact that she had the signature fluff and bulk of what was needed to survive these harsh conditions. Personality wise she was too much of a worrier, too much of a coward really. Battle scared her, blood made her absolutely queasy, and overall she just didn’t have the spirit of a warrior. All that made her perfect for the role of a queen, but did that make her a good enough cat to supply kits for the Clan? Did it make her a good enough mother even? Perhaps to Bravepaw her mothering wasn’t too much, but to Mossypaw… She knew Mossypaw was independent and a bit rash. He wanted to prove himself and hated being cooped up in camp. It reminded Hummingfrost a lot of her own littermate, and their clashing personalities had been what set them more as distant and cold acquaintances than close siblings. That’s what worried Hummingfrost the most, having that same strained relationship with Mossypaw as she did Dimheart.
After a moment of staring down at her paws, the tabby queen looked back up to her friend. ”I’m sure he is. I just hope he doesn’t actually do anything that could put him in danger,” she murmured. It was right then that a thought she had to voice came to mind. ”Do you think I should check on him? Maybe not,” she sighed, gaze glancing back down. ”He’ll take that the wrong way.” Hummingfrost felt herself deflate at the thought. While she had always wanted to be a mother, and she thought herself rather good at the skill, nothing had prepared her for feeling like she would end up with a terrible relationship with her son as she did her own sister, and that hurt the molly more than she could even put into words.
|
|
Aromantic
𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗
gojo. that is all.
Pronouns: she/her, they/them
|
Post by 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 on Jan 5, 2020 0:16:18 GMT -5
Hawkswoop ;; { Moosepelt } 𝑓𝑜𝑥 , { Fawnspirit } Blaze ♡ Hawkswoop snorted at Moosepelt's commentary, but he continued into the howling wind. Hawkswoop didn't like to brag or anything, but his nose was pretty good even in weather like this. His thick tabby pelt managed to keep most of the cold from affecting him, but, he knew the longer he was out, the easier he could be brought down by the cold. "We should probably find shelter when we get to Antler Meadow," He turned, calling over the wind and hoping that both cats heard his suggestion.
Softelm ;; { Swallowfur } Feathertalon , { Chickadeewing } 𝑓𝑜𝑥 The she-cat made no effort in being quiet when she exited the warriors den. She gave an obnoxious yawn as she stretched her lengthy body, before her bright, playful orange eyes settled on Swallowfur. She noticed the tom's sister beside him, thought Softelm did not care. She glanced over towards the entrance of their camp, seeing Hawkswoop dip out of camp. "Hey there," the she-cat spoke up as she padded over to the tom. "Where is Hawkswoop heading off too?" She was going to make a joke, but it wasn't the right time.
|
|
|
Post by Stealthfire on Jan 5, 2020 0:43:02 GMT -5
Martenpaw
"Far too little tansy," Martenpaw muttered hastily. He was passing a steady paw through their herb supply, tittering to himself as usual. The hardworking tom wanted to have an excellent inventory in his mind of their stock, just in case Silverbirch ever questioned him regarding it. Meanwhile, the apprentice could organise their medicines as well, in the slightest of hope that his mentor might be pleased at his unrequested efforts. "Raspberry leaves. Far, far too many raspberry leaves," Martenpaw sighed, not without frustration. He orderly moved leaf after leaf. Raspberry leaves could only do so much, but tansy on the other hand, could aid a number of ailments and symptoms. The tom shook his head. It was no good doing anything but sorting the herbs, there was scant chance of fetching new supplies before newleaf.
After pawing through every last stem and seed, Martenpaw's eyes ached. He was far too young a cat to be tired so easily of the den's dim lighting, yet far too old an apprentice to be desperately trying to prove himself still. At this point in his training, all the caring tom did he did to be a better medicine cat soon, not to impress Silverbirch.
|
|
Aromantic
𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗
gojo. that is all.
Pronouns: she/her, they/them
|
Post by 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 on Jan 5, 2020 0:49:39 GMT -5
I feel as if I don't have enough characters so here's like two more :0// Driftwind ⇻ 45 moons ⇻ 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 Driftwind is a handsome, solid white tom with deep golden eyes. He has short, but thick fur and pink nose. Driftwind was born into MountianClan and since then, he's been nothing but a loyal warrior. He keeps to himself, choosing to interact when he wants. As friendly as he is, cats will have to gain his respect as he does not make friends easily. He is easily one of the best trackers in MountainClan. He tends to hunt more than patrol as he feels that his skills with hunting would help the clan rather than fighting. Clan Rank ;; Warrior Sexuality ;; Homosexual Relationships ;; Open! (Preferably a fatherly figure to someone idk) *Family ;; Open! Plot Role ;; Driftwind will die for Grizzlystar if need be. Other ;; love him please :0
Appleshine ⇻ 34 moons ⇻ 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 Appleshine is a fluffy, long-furred reddish-brown she-cat with orange splotches within her brown sections of fur. Appleshine has white along her lower jaw. She has splotches of black alone her face, ears and feathered in her fur. Appleshine's eyes are green. Appleshine is a laid back she-cat. She doesn't start fights for the sake of fighting, rather she would rather be rational and listen to all sides before making a decision. She is rarely angered and she does not have a sharp tongue. Appleshine prefers to keep to herself. She is quiet and only speaks when it’s her time. She loves to be with her clan mates and when she's up to socialize, she is easily the most friendliest cat anyone could meet. Appleshine, does however, has flaws. She lacks confidence and is pushover, despite being the one to be rational. She lets emotions make her decisions and it can lead to her judgement being wrong. She will eventually fall in the crowd that she deems to have the right choice when she can't come to one herself. Clan Rank ;; Warrior Sexuality ;; Lesbian Relationships ;; Open! *Family ;; Open! Plot Role ;; She will side with a side that has the most supporters. Other ;; love her please :0
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Jan 5, 2020 10:48:34 GMT -5
Bullheart
Pacing wasn't going to get him anywhere. It only made him all the more frustrated that Grizzlystar was so willing to send cats out there and practically seal their dooms. The Clan needed food, that couldn't be looked over, but they needed their Clanmates more. There was still enough food to last them a few more days, longer if they rationed it out and made sure each cat got only their fair share at a time. Bullheart also knew the life of a warrior was hard and perilous, he had seen many cats leave camp and not return alive, but this was different. Those cats going out on patrol were practically walking right into their deaths in that storm, and it was Grizzlystar who had allowed that. If anything happened to those cats, their blood would be on Grizzlystar's paws.
The ginger tomcat took a deep breath. He needed to calm himself down. He was getting too worked up. Everything in him was screaming at him, telling him to go and speak with Grizzlystar about this, but it was far too late. What was the point in snapping at the leader about his decision when the patrols were already out there? Bullheart wasn't going to risk any other cat's life to go out there and bring them back to camp. He could only hope that StarClan had mercy on those who had ventured outside. If anything he was just relieved that Sunhawk had stayed within camp.
Speaking of family... Bullheart glanced around camp, wondering if his son was out and about, but before he spotted the familiar ticked tabby pelt of his kit, his amber gaze landed near the nursery where the all too familiar figure of his mate sat. He was still a bit stiff with agitation toward the leader, but a visit with Frostdeer was sure to ease his growing frustrations. At least for a little while.
With a shake of his thick fur, Bullheart made his way over to the mostly white molly, purring as he neared. "I'm surprised to see you of all cats taking a break from your duties," he teased in greeting as he leaned forward and gently nuzzled Frostdeer's cheek. Swallowfur
Between talking with his sister, Swallowfur wasn't all that aware of another cat making their way over. Even if Softelm wasn't the quietest of cats in the Clan, the black and white tomcat was still rather surprised when the familiar voice of his friend echoed inside his ears from behind him. He gave a jump as he turned to face the other molly, eyes wide and his tail held high in the air, rigid until he calmed down. It wasn't long until a purr of greeting danced in his throat.
At her question the tomcat flicked his tail toward the camp's exit. "Patrol. Grizzlystar's letting a few cats out of camp to hunt. I would have gone myself, but like I was telling Chickadeewing," he gestured toward his sister, "had I gone I'd be stuck between some of the more serious warriors of the Clan, and there's no fun in that."
|
|
|
Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jan 5, 2020 13:13:16 GMT -5
Bloomingtail ⇻ 28 moons ⇻ nissabug Biography ;; Bloomingtail isn't nearly as big as her long fur makes her appear to be. Her pelt is a mix of black and ginger streaks, with a few white tufts on her chest and belly. She has a long, plumed tail that's almost always curled in delight and soft yellow eyes. Bloomingtail does her best to be kind and generous to everyone she meets, even if they're not necessarily kind in return. She puts a lot of trust into others, and if you break that trust she will take notice. She doesn't enjoy fighting with her Clanmates, but will gladly join battle for them. Reference Photo ; Clan Rank ;; Warrior Sexuality ;; Homosexual Relationships ;; open!! Family ;; maybe could be spottedfire's sister? Plot Role ;; Other ;; Duskwhisker ⇻ 62 moons ⇻ nissabug Biography ;; Duskwhisker is a stocky tom with short black fur and a few noticeable scars on his body. He has yellow eyes, one of which is scarred and clouded over from an injury as an apprentice. Thankfully he was young enough to learn how to work around it. Duskwhisker is quiet and appears to be brooding at all times, but instead he's just not very sociable. He would like to have more friends, but for some reason feels he shouldn't get too attatched to others. His words are curt and gruff, but hardly with malice. He would rather act than speak, which becomes a problem when fighting. Reference Ph oto ;; Clan Rank ;; Warrior Sexuality ;; Bisexual Relationships ;; open, this man needs some kind of love lol Family ;; also open Plot Role ;; Other ;; Applepaw ⇻ 8 moons ⇻ nissabug Biography ;; Applepaw is a large fluffy ginger she-cat with dark tabby markings. She has some white on her chest and muzzle and dark green eyes. Applepaw is sweet and happy most of the time, although her feelings are easily hurt if the wrong thing is said. She has a hard time focusing and tends to trip on her paws if she's not paying attention. Once she's learned a skill, though, she retains it very quickly. She can also be a bit nosy, as she wants to make sure everyone's okay if they look upset. Reference Photo ;; Clan Rank ;; Apprentice Sexuality ;; Heterosexual Relationships ;; open!! Family ;; open, especially for parents! Plot Role ;; Other ;;
|
|
Aromantic
𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗
gojo. that is all.
Pronouns: she/her, they/them
|
Post by 𝚜𝚑𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚗 on Jan 5, 2020 13:50:44 GMT -5
Softelm ;; { Swallowfur } Feathertalon Softelm snorted as he answered her. She then dramatically settled beside him, sighing up a storm. "I would love to go on a patrol," she meowed. "Why can't it be greenleaf already? I'm sick of this snow." "I miss the sun! I miss the warm air and all the nice, juicy pray!" Her golden eyes glittering with anger. "Anyway, do you have plans today? Seeing as we can't go out or anything."
|
|
|
Post by Blaze ♡ on Jan 5, 2020 14:04:40 GMT -5
Fawnspirit Antler Meadow - - - - - One of her ears twitched in the howling wind. She paused for a slight moment as she heard Hawkscoop's voice drift through the wind. "The faster we get there the better," Fawnspirit retorted as she picked up her pace. She was growing more confident the longer the patrol was outside about where her paw-steps were going.
She hoped they were about to find prey in Antler Meadow. They were probably going to dig through the snow, trying to find a den or something. Or they would have to brave climbing the trees to see if something was hiding in the tree tops.
Nightsky
Tree Float - - - - -
A gentle huff escaped from Nightsky as he followed at the heels of Dimheart and Spottedfire. He wasn't a huge fan of the biting wind that cutting through his fur, but the hope of finding some prey to bring back to the camp. The smokey black tom was content to stay quiet. His green eyes flickered over Spottedfire's form in front of him as the young feline asked more questions about their patrol.
Nightsky agreed with Dimheart's words. Even though their main objective was to catch prey, they had a responsibility to themselves and the clan to return back in one piece. Bringing back prey would be pointless if they lost warriors on the way back. The patrol needed to step lightly.
|
|
|
Post by Blaze ♡ on Jan 5, 2020 14:05:24 GMT -5
[ Applepaw could be Sunhawk's daughter? If you want, ✨ nissabug ✨ ]
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Jan 5, 2020 14:09:58 GMT -5
Swallowfur
There was a good reason as to why Softelm was a good friend of his. They shared the same outlook on a lot of things, and even right now nothing was changed about that. Swallowfur knew all too well the same feelings that was going through Softelm. He was experiencing it too, the jitter of paws that wanted to run around and do something, the tremor of adrenaline that was just waiting to burst forward and let forth an exciting rush. He could see it in the way she carried herself that she couldn’t stand being cooped up inside of camp any longer than he could, but for once Swallowfur knew he had to give up the chance for something fun. Those patrols would have been a blast, but supervised by a bunch of cats that would have sucked out all the fun wasn’t worth it. Even Swallowfur, a cat who mostly did rather than think, could see that.
While Softelm was letting anger course through her Swallowfur was still as happy and friendly as he could be. Even though he longed to get out and do something, he couldn’t find it in him to be angry. Frustrated and annoyed with the worry for keeping him in camp, sure, but anger wasn’t something Swallowfur was well acquainted with. ”I’m ready for the weather to warm up, too,” he admitted. ”Maybe once this storm is over with StarClan will decide to warm everything up again. Surely they get cold up there as well.” Swallowfur had never really put any thought into how their ancestors felt during snowstorms until now, but snow came from the sky and StarClan was in the sky, so to him it made sense that snow would effect them just as much as it did MountainClanners.
His green eyes brightened when Softelm asked about his plans. ”Well, I was about to stick some snow in some nests before Chickadeewing showed up. We could still do that...” He trailed off, giving his littermate an amused look. He doubted she’d be on board for that, but it was worth a shot.
|
|
|
Post by 𝑓𝑜𝑥 on Jan 5, 2020 15:36:07 GMT -5
[ hello y'all! c: i'm back. everyone's characters look good and i'll get everything updated now! also, welcome Nissa! i'm down for Bloomingtail to be Spotted's littermate as well! also Hawk, if you want, if you wanted Appleshine to be a little younger she could be sister's to Spotted and Blooming? && if everyone could make sure that everything on the page is correct, it'd be much appreciated! especially family relationships. ]
|
|
|
Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on Jan 5, 2020 15:41:59 GMT -5
((I’m cool with sunhawk being her dad! and thanks!! :3 I’m gonna read through and catch up to everything lol))
|
|