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Post by Moonblazer on Jan 3, 2019 17:10:25 GMT -5
Diamondheart pushed into camp, blinking owlishly at the freshly dug paths connecting dens of the camp. He felt a flash of pride and humor, seeing the apprentices. They had done all this without order. Getting to the medicine den would be much easier. He looked at Earthstar brightly.
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jan 3, 2019 17:13:59 GMT -5
Ottermask followed the others back into camp, letting out a purr at the sight of it. Deadpath had been waiting by the warrior's den. The young tom stood up when he saw Ottermask, relief flushing his blue eye.
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Post by Moonblazer on Jan 3, 2019 17:24:46 GMT -5
“Tawnypaw!” Owlwhisker padded into camp, his light fur patched with dried blood, though his eyes were bright with surprise. The paths were certainly helpful for him and his thin pelt in the snow. He cheered. “Did you guys do all this?”
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Bisexual
𝕃𝕪𝕤𝕤𝕒
Good to be back
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Post by 𝕃𝕪𝕤𝕤𝕒 on Jan 3, 2019 17:34:51 GMT -5
Featherpaw was busy going from cat to cat, asking excited questions about the patrol, but Owlwhisker's call caught his attention. "Yeah, we did! We wanted to clear the whole camp, but we ran out of time," he explained, looking quite proud of his work.
Littlebrook purred, tail curling in amusement and pride in the younger cats. "This will be very helpful for getting around, thank you," she praised, grateful that she would no longer need to wade through the thick snow like she had on the way back from Sunningrocks.
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Post by Moonblazer on Jan 3, 2019 18:27:38 GMT -5
Owlwhisker breathed, impressed at the sheer teamwork and dedication. “That’s incredible! You all are so selfless! I’m proud of you, Tawnypaw. You’ll be such a great warrior.” The slender tom purred.
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Post by Moonblazer on Jan 3, 2019 18:39:39 GMT -5
"Thank you!" Tawnypaw mewed, slightly breathless. She was still in utter awe of the praise she was receiving - it was only a simple little idea to make life easier after a large battle. It wasn't like she'd found a permanent cure for all illnesses or something. "Are there any other chores that need doing? I could always go out and father moss for nests or something," she offered. Owlwhisker shook his head. “Besides helping Specklecreek and Troutpaw with treating the clan, you all have probably done more than enough.”
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Sparkly
Unofficial Forum President, and the unofficial patrol saint of black cats with blue eyes.
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Post by Sparkly on Jan 3, 2019 18:44:18 GMT -5
"Well, call if you need me," Tawnypaw said with a dip of her head. "And tell the other warriors to call for me if they need anything, too. Prey, water, new moss - I'll be there," She assured Owlwhisker. Her general plan was to wait near the entrance of the camp, listen out for anybody calling for her, and watch out for predators or weather hazards. If a storm came overhead, then they'd want to all get under cover as soon as possible, especially those with open injuries.
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 4, 2019 15:44:58 GMT -5
hi))
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jan 5, 2019 0:03:53 GMT -5
(Hey Lyssa! Congrats on the new apartment! I wish you the best of luck for your coming classes! Most of us are over in ShadowClan right now since I just killed Northstar. I got a few cats open here if you want to rp!)
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jan 5, 2019 1:20:08 GMT -5
(Yeah, it was hard to kill her off...
I have Ottermask, Deadpath, Frostlake, and Eelpaw. Take your pick!)
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jan 5, 2019 12:01:23 GMT -5
(Ok!)
Ottermask was fixing up the nursery, weaving more brambles in to help keep the cold leaf-bare air out. Deadpath was sitting next to him, passing him the brambles. Whenever Ottermask ran out, the crippled warrior got up to go get more.
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 5, 2019 15:45:57 GMT -5
hii)
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jan 6, 2019 0:09:59 GMT -5
Littlebrook padded out of the warriors' den, thankful that she would no longer need to wade through the snow thanks to the efforts of the apprentices. She'd cleaned her scratches and groomed her ruffled fur after the battle, but she was already itching to do something else productive. Spotting Ottermask by the nursery, she made her way over to him through the snow channels. "Want some help with that?" she asked, greeting him and Deadpath as she approached. "Hm?" Ottermask blinked back at Littlebrook when she approach, but the smiled when she offered her help. "Sure! I'll gladly accept help! We're trying to get these brambles woven in to keep the cold off the queens. Wouldn't want Smogstorm or Frostlake freezing overnight." "I-I..." Deadpath cleared his throat when his voice squeaked. "I would help, b-but my..." he glanced down at his twisted and dead paw. "I-I'm not very c-capable."
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Post by Jekyll on Jan 6, 2019 13:16:58 GMT -5
hi))
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jan 6, 2019 20:47:16 GMT -5
(Hello!)
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jan 6, 2019 21:55:47 GMT -5
Deadpath flicked his ear and looked away from her, nudging another bramble toward Ottermask so the older tom could weave it in. Whether he believed her words or not, it was hard to tell.
"There's a few on the back side that need our attention." Ottermask glanced over at Littlebrook, pressing down on a bramble. "I think the snow and river had pulled some away, we need to patch it up so if the river rises in the thaw, none of the kits get swept away from inside."
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jan 6, 2019 22:07:11 GMT -5
When the brambles ran dry, Deadpath hobbled off to go fetch some more. Ottermask fought with a stubborn bramble near the bottom of the den. He ended up snapping it with his jaws to shorten it and get it to cooperate. The smaller, useless piece he just spat back on the frozen river. Once he was done, he stood back, looking over his work until Deadpath would return with more brambles.
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Post by 🌙Moonpower🌙 on Jan 6, 2019 22:18:40 GMT -5
"I'm aright." Ottermask twitched his whisker in amusement. "A scratch in the mouth is nothing compared to what I've been through in the past." His gaze lingered with old memories, but he blinked them away and shook his head. "How's it coming over there? Think one more bundle of brambles oughta do it?"
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