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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 21, 2020 9:37:11 GMT -5
Fogstar smiled down at the tom, he was no longer the small kit he had once laid his eyes upon. No, he was a strong warrior ready to leap to into battle to defend the name of the clan. "Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Leopardpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Leopardswoop. StarClan honors your skills in hunting and Determination and we welcome you as a full warrior of Fogclan." The room suddenly felt heavy on him, he had to escape. He turned his back to the crowd of now chanting cats and entered his den. He collapsed in his nest, letting low breaths escape him. He had to remain strong, he couldn't let the clan see him like this. They need me more than ever now, we are rebuilding. This should be a time of prosperity, not worries.
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Post by smokey on Jan 21, 2020 9:54:31 GMT -5
(ooooh excellent name choice)
Ashpelt watched Fogstar quickly retreat and let out a sigh. He padded forward and touched his nose to the apprentice's head. "Congratulations, Leopardswoop," he meowed, offering the new warrior a smile before stepping back. He wanted to immediately confront Fogstar, but he had duties to attend to. "Alright, everyone, time to sort out patrols. I'll lead the first border patrol. Hollycloud, Snaketooth, and Viperstrike will join me. Flintfur will be in charge while I'm out. Fawnstep will lead Leopardswoop, Shadefang, and Palethroat on a hunting patrol." With his orders given, Ashpelt headed towards the camp entrance to wait for his patrol.
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 21, 2020 10:05:11 GMT -5
Snaketooth gave his mate a small lick on the head. "I guess that's my cue, is there anything you need..?" He suddenly realized something, she would be in the nursery from now on..he wouldn't be able to sleep by her..."I..do you need new bedding?" He asked, flicked his eyes to the warrior's den, not wanting to remove her nest from his side. "Or...oo fun idea, we can switch nest! I'll sleep in yours and you can move mine into the nursery with you" He gave her a playful smirk as he backed up to go to Ashpelt.
{Ima hop off for now uwu will be back on around noon!}
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 21, 2020 13:46:09 GMT -5
"And become a den dad? I dont know how Littlepoppy would feel with another tom messing up his style." He laughed, finally turning and going to Ashpelt, waving his tail behind him. He felt better about the whole ordeal now, letting himself relax. Even if he wasn't a good father, Robinsong would make a great mother. He felt like he was walking on air as he settled near Ashpelt. It was obvious something had put the silver tabby tom in a good mood and honestly if asked, he would blurt it out from the mountain tops in front of the whole clan. He wasn't even sure he would be able to focus on his duties, the kits would be here so soon! He should get them a gift right..? Is that what fathers did or was he just being extra?
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 22, 2020 14:40:04 GMT -5
"I think...Well...Robinsong.." He stammered, suddenly realizing the two of them never even discussed telling the rest of the clan. Was it his place to tell Ashpelt? He was part of the reason they were having kits. He put his muzzle to Ashpelt's ear to make sure it wasn't heard by any of the other cats who would be soon joining them. "Robinsong is expecting my kits!" He whispered, his fur fluffing up in happiness. He could trek the whole forest with all this new energy inside of him, it was certainly not normal for the tom but he would have to get in shape for the kits anyways. Wait can I even lift kits on my back? I haven't tried since we were Cedarclan! His eyes grew wide at the thought now front and center in his mind.
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 23, 2020 4:38:52 GMT -5
Snaketooth gave a nod to Ashpelt, taking his place behind him as they made their way down the mountain. He felt the air brushing his pelt, causing another surge of excitement to fill him. Things were finally looking up, the clan was in a time of somewhat peace after the battle with Ravenstar. He could picture his kits now, wondering around the camp and even trying to sneak out like he did in his youth. "Ashpelt, you've never had a mate but I'm sure you've been around a lot of kits...are they, easy? Like how do you think other fathers act when they are here?" He didn't realize his question could come across as crude, bringing up the lack of romance in the deputy's life.
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 24, 2020 8:37:51 GMT -5
The tom let out a small exhale, he had to work out more. He had to get stronger. "Well I better be prepared then huh? It feels like forever since I've had an apprentice of my own so I might be slacking just a little bit in the toughness department" He gave a small chuckle, knowing he always felt more youthful after having an apprentice for a couple of quarter moons. "How are you, Ashpelt? Are things going good with...you know...Fogstar?" He felt like he might be treading into territory he shouldn't but he couldn't help wondering how the leader was holding up. He didn't look too hot during the ceremony they had earlier that day.
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Post by SmugGull on Jan 26, 2020 1:55:08 GMT -5
(HI HOLY CRAP I SWEAR I'M NOT DEAD)
Icefoot narrowed her eyes speculatively as she watched Leopardpaw - excuse her, Leopardswoop's warrior ceremony (and what manner of name was that anyway). From what she could see of the other cats, no one else had noticed that Fogstar seemed to be... a tad off. And he had gone right back to his den, which wasn't terrible out of character but did nothing to dispel her suspicions.
Well, she supposed, heaving herself to her feet and padding towards Fogstar's den, if the blasted cat wasn't going to take care of himself, she ought to do it for him.
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 26, 2020 13:35:53 GMT -5
Fogstar was laying in his den heaving still. His breath felt ragged and the edges of his eyes looked as though they were growing black. He could only see what was directly in front of him. How am I supposed to protect my clan when I can't even protect myself from illness? He thought to himself as he let his eyes finally close. He had thought it was only for a moment but instead, he had fallen into a fitful sleep. He could see stars floating ahead of him until they swirled to reveal a ghostly pale cat. Her eyes were now a pale green against the white that covered them. She looked powerful, strong...much like she did in her youth. Maplestar... He didn't dare voice her name out loud, afraid his voice would carry loud enough for the clan to hear. "Oh lil foggy, looks like you aren't doing too well hmm?" She mocked, bending down the clean her brown fur, it was obvious she was doing this just to do it. Her fur looked as though it had been clean for moons, not a speck of dirt or mat in sight. He tried to take a deep breath but a tickle was in his throat, causing him to cough aloud in the real world. "I see you're suffering from the same fate I had. I only hope your warriors are more...loyal than you were." He felt hot embarrassment wash over him, as though he was just a kit being scolded by his own mother. "Why are you here?" He finally groaned, his voice sounding rasped. If this was truly a dream wouldn't he sound better than he did when he was awake? "I am here to warn you about a great plague on your clans. It's funny, they tried to get Berrystem to deliver this but she denied it, something about not wanting to see you?" She gave a small chuckle and looked to him, her eyes growing more playful as though this was a big old joke. Fogstar shook his head, looking around to see a way out. If he didn't receive the news then surely the clan wouldn't suffer right?
{Big ol fool, feel free to wake him before he gets the full thing lol}
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Post by SmugGull on Jan 28, 2020 18:38:12 GMT -5
Icefoot pushed her way into Fogstar's den, grumbling a bit to herself as she saw Fogstar slipping into a dream. How, exactly, was she supposed to do her job if nobody in the clan would admit to being sick. Setting a good example her crooked tail.
"Fogstar," she rasped, raising a paw in preparation to prod the fool awake if she had to.
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Jan 28, 2020 19:17:50 GMT -5
Fogstar felt a prod in his side as the misty figure before him disappeared. Ha, Fogstar wins this round. He thought to himself before waking up to the face of Icefoot, not great. He certainly didn't want the Medicine cat worrying or fretting over him when he was perfectly fine on his own. "Icefoot, how..nice to see you here. I was ju-" Coughs broke his words up, leaving him rasping for a few moments before he continued. "Taking a nice nap, good ol' power naps. They keep the bones moving"
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Post by lemonpepper on Jan 30, 2020 22:17:15 GMT -5
Juniperswipe stood up after the ceremony and smiled politely at Lepoardswoop before she walked over to the nursery. She peeked inside and smiled at the queens and kits. "Are any of you hungry?" She asked. HEr blue eyes filled with kindness and concern for the queens. her brown fur sleeked back from her recent wash. She sat down and wrapped her tail around her paws as she waited for them to respond to her. "And if you are hungry what would you like to have? And would you like any water?"
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Post by underthesilverpelt on Feb 1, 2020 14:18:34 GMT -5
Flamingcoal purred happily while watching Leopardswoop's ceremony. It was always great to have new warriors, especially in their building clan. Leopardswoop was going to be a good warrior if the achievements of the newly named tom's apprenticehood was anything to go by. The fire-colored tom was glad to see light being brought into the foggy clan once again.
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A small form crouched near the roots of a tree. A squirrel was picking around the root of another nearby tree, not having noticed the predator currently staring it down.
The little brown and white cat had little experience in hunting. He could barely catch a beetle. Yet he didn't have much of a choice, being on his own like he was. He knew the band of rogues he was born into didn't like him very much, and to be honest, he didn't like them very much either. Still, it hurt to have woken up to find no one with you, especially at his age. He expected at least his mother, maybe his brother who wasn't in very good graces with the band either, to have stayed, or at least woken him and warned him of the abandonment. But no. He woke up alone and fully knowing it wasn't by mistake.
The memory of that morning, just a few sunrises ago, made the little tom lose focus. He looked up and found his prey was gone. With a harsh hiss, he blinked away his sadness stubbornly, refusing to grieve a life he hadn't enjoyed anyway. But at least with the rogues, he was fed. The bare minimum, maybe, but fed nonetheless. He was always warned that areas scented heavily of cats were dangerous places to be, hearing that said cats were selfish with their food and territorial. But little Stub had to try. Even if he managed to grab one measly baby vole and escape with it, it'll be something. He needed to eat something.
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Feb 2, 2020 1:56:27 GMT -5
{Hi guys c: } ~Bumblekit~ When Juniperswoop came into the den, she ran forward. "I am hungry!" She purred sticking her chest out. At her now older age, she felt like she could get her own food but she wouldn't turn down the molly's offer for food. She could feel her belly rumbling, moving her head to see the prey pile outside of the den, she noted it wasn't too appetizing, all old prey it looked like so far. "I kind of want to wait till other prey arrives though...do you wanna play mossball?" She asked, looking around the den to find one.
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Post by πππ’ππππ on Feb 2, 2020 12:03:26 GMT -5
hiya guys! my babs are open if anyone wants to interact. i am sorry if this short, i suck at starting out in a rp ee//
D r i f t w i n d | open; mentions Driftwind slid out of the warriors den, his orange eyes shifted around the camp. The tom purred to himself as he moved over towards the fresh-kill pile, nosing his way through the pile to find something to eat. Eventually he picked out a mouse and moved away from the pile to eat somewhere.
S o f t e l m | open; mentions Swishing her long fluffy tail, Softelm's narrowed orange eyes looked around the camp. She could see her clanmates doing whatever they were doing. The she-cat gave a little huff as she stretched out her limbs as she wondered what she could be doing. The smoke silver she-cat stood and to head over towards the warriors den. If she didn't have anything to do, she would just sleep.
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Feb 2, 2020 12:38:31 GMT -5
{I gotta wake up but ill throw a character at you soon c: }
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Post by βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ on Feb 2, 2020 13:33:28 GMT -5
~Scorchfeather~ The tom had been standing more towards the back of the clan when the news of Leopardswoop's new name was announced. He never truly found his place just yet, more so just mingling about till a cat claimed him as part of their friend group. Having not happened just yet, he finally gained the courage to approach a cat on his own. Spotting Driftwind off by himself with a piece of prey, he made his way over. "Hello, Driftwind, how are you handling?" He asked, tail swishing behind him. How are you handling? What is that supposed to mean? Scorchfeather you mouse-brain!
{Sorry I do not have rp profiles for these characters just yet}
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Post by lemonpepper on Feb 3, 2020 9:46:25 GMT -5
Juniperswipe laughed softly when bumblekit came rushing up to her. "Hello Bumblekit..." She said licking the top of her head. Her blueish gray eyes filled with humor. She crouched down, "I think a hunting patrol is suppose to be back shortly, After they get back thn we will go get fresh prey." She told the small kit with a soft smile. She wrapped her tail around her paws as she laid down. "And i would love to play mossball." She giggled.
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Post by πππ’ππππ on Feb 3, 2020 13:59:05 GMT -5
D r i f t w i n d | open; Scorchfeather { βΎΡΞ·ΟΟzΡβ½ } Driftwind blinked as Scorchfeather came over to him. The pure white tom stopped eating to shift to a better position to get a good look at the other warrior. Driftwind didn't usually involve himself in conversations other than the patrols he's sent on. He didn't know Scorchfeather all the well. Though the tom had a funny way of talking and it made Driftwind chuckle. "I am all right, I suppose" he meowed, his orange eyes glittering in amusement. "How are you?"
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