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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 22:33:36 GMT -5
Dapplestorm shuffled, almost shy under the attention. Most cats simply regarded him as there, as another part of the clan, and moved on. He certainly wasn't used to being thanked, especially for fulfilling basic warrior duties.
"It's nothing, really," he mumbled, ducking his head. "You're part of the clan, aren't you? Anyway, it's our job to train you. The point of this clan is that nobody is better than anyone else, and we all deserve a safe place." He paused, aware that he was halfway to ranting. He was as passionate about his clan's principles as any other PrideClan warrior, but that was no excuse to foam at the mouth. "Besides," he added, "my sister is the medicine cat apprentice. I know where almost everything she could need is."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 22:33:48 GMT -5
Ginz sup and ironically I am drinking Canada Dry, which I believe is a ginger soda XD)
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Post by Ginz on Sept 29, 2016 22:35:53 GMT -5
(yes it is
lmao
anyway, i'm p good
i really want to get to a point where i can make a character for an idea i have but idk i want a better opportunity)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 22:37:00 GMT -5
(yes it is lmao anyway, i'm p good i really want to get to a point where i can make a character for an idea i have but idk i want a better opportunity) (I feel you. We can always plan stuff now, though, even if we won't be ready to actually do certain things until later. Also, if anyone's bored, I have Sadie open right now.) |
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Post by Sanders on Sept 29, 2016 22:37:41 GMT -5
Pidgeonwing's stomach dropped almost immediately. "Your sister is... the medicine cat apprentice?"
He felt like he should have known this information. He'd seen them together almost all the time. Dapplestorm was constantly doing things for her. He had just noted that as Dapplestorm being a good cat around the Clan. But their relationship made a lot more sense for them to be related. Pidegonwing new almost immediately that as soon as they got back to camp he was going to get caught up in his lie.
"That's... really neat."
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Post by Ginz on Sept 29, 2016 22:38:12 GMT -5
(yes it is lmao anyway, i'm p good i really want to get to a point where i can make a character for an idea i have but idk i want a better opportunity) (I feel you. We can always plan stuff now, though, even if we won't be ready to actually do certain things until later. Also, if anyone's bored, I have Sadie open right now.) (good point hmm im tempted to have jaypaw go out without permission, but i also have to brb) |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 22:39:20 GMT -5
GinzLol and same I am like gonna create new charries and then I am all like nvm.)
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Post by Ginz on Sept 29, 2016 22:39:37 GMT -5
(never mind; i can do it now)
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Sept 29, 2016 22:42:29 GMT -5
I can rp now tho I might sleep soon)
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Post by Ginz on Sept 29, 2016 22:44:40 GMT -5
Jaypaw shifted, looking around for her mentor. She got an idea. She figured if she went out hunting, she might impress everyone so she wouldn't be reprimanded for oversleeping. She made sure nobody was looking and snuck out of camp to head into the forest.
Almost as soon as she got good distance from camp, she caught the scent of a thrush. Perfect. She started following the trail and found the bird picking at the ground, possibly looking for a worm. She got into a crouch.
(i was thinking maybe sadie could interrupt the hunt @december )
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 22:45:37 GMT -5
Dapplestorm blinked at him. He repressed the urge to ask him how he didn't know, remembering at the last minute that Pidgeonwing already seemed to be struggling to take in so much new information. Besides, it didn't matter. It wasn't like Pidgeonwing or anyone else was sitting around paying attention to his life, and anyway, as far as he knew, he and Leafsplash had never actually interacted with Pidgeonwing together.
"I suppose it's nice," he admitted. "She has a very important position, and she deserves it. I've never met anyone who works as hard as she does. I can't imagine doing her job." The idea of all that suffering constantly surrounding him made his ears twitch. For all the setbacks Leafsplash still struggled with, when it came to soothing her clanmates' hurts, she marched boldly ahead, completely undaunted. Maybe she couldn't stand the shadowed pathways of their territory, but honestly, she was the bravest cat Dapplestorm knew.
"I should tell her that," he meowed aloud, without entirely meaning to. "That she works hard, I mean."
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Post by "not" june on Sept 29, 2016 22:50:45 GMT -5
Bobbytail felt her fur grow hot as the medicine cat apprentice commented humorously, quickly attempting to hide her profound embarrassment with a sheepish grin, though it was perhaps the last thing from convincing. "If the caterpillars get'cha, the clan would be doomed without a medicine cat." She added, trying to save herself from the attention, though immediately realized her mistake and continued quickly: "N-Not that you wouldn't do fine on your own, you really would."
Fishspot had decided some situations were better and intervene, while others were amusing enough to sit back and watch unfold with quiet muse. He was almost positive that even Leafsplash wouldn't be offended over a hypothetical scenario in which caterpillars organized an army took over his den, killing him in the process. I wonder what StarClan would think of me if that's how I'd join them... I wonder how I will one day join them... Probably not thanks to caterpillars." He shook his head and cleared away the pointless thoughts, instead giving a faint frown to Bobbytail as she hadn't seemed to yet clear the area. "Is there something you needed?"
Bobbytail flicked what remained of her tail and drew out a paw, embedded in it was a copious amount of thorns. "It happened while I was- er- hunting."
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Post by Sanders on Sept 29, 2016 22:50:59 GMT -5
"Yeah. Maybe I should tell her too, huh? I couldn't sit down and learn all the medicine cat duties, that's for sure." Pidegonwing chuckled a little bit, trying to regain some of his confidence. He was going to get caught up in this lie anyway, so he might as well enjoy the time he did have with Dapplestorm.
"You know... you work hard too though," he commented. It slipped out, but he couldn't take it back now. "I mean... you're always out hunting early in the morning." He faltered for a bit. Perhaps he shouldn't have let that one slip. Still his dumb mouth just wouldn't stop going. "And you go and do stuff for the medicine cats when you really don't have to. You're a really good cat."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 22:54:00 GMT -5
(Sorry, I'm on mobile, so I might be a little slow.)
Sadie marched ahead, trying in vain not to drag her feet. Once, she'd been such a proud young she-cat, preening under her owners' affection, carrying herself with the dignity of a cat who knew exactly how lived they were. In a strange way, she didn't want to lose that spring in her step, like letting her pride slip away would meaning acknowledging that her family was gone for good, and she was alone on unfamiliar ground.
Still, it was hard not to trudge along in misery. Her paws, already unused to the added weight of the kits in her belly, ached, unaccustomed to walking such a long distance. Every few moments, her stomach would growl, but unless she found a bowl of Purina soon, she had no way of accessing food.
In the distance, her ears picked up on - movement? She took a deep breath, noting the possible scent of a nearby cat. Her inexperienced nose may have just been picking up on an old scent, but she knew that if she didn't at least search, this might be her last chance at help. Who knew how vast the forest was?
"Hello?" she called, voice trembling against her will. "Is anyone out there?"
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Post by Ginz on Sept 29, 2016 23:02:45 GMT -5
Jaypaw jumped and hissed in frustration as the thrush flew away. "Foxdung!" She looked around for the source of the interruption, and soon she spotted a reddish-brown she-cat.
"Who are you?" she growled. Her fur ruffled up at the thought of an opportunity to prove herself as competent in battle...then she noticed the scent of pregnancy in the stranger. Nonetheless, she still demanded, "What are you doing in PrideClan territory?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 23:03:04 GMT -5
(I forgot how they deal with thorns, so I'm just. Going with it.)
"Oh!" Leafsplash exclaimed, rushing forward. Carefully, she leaned over and examined Bobbytail's paw. "Don't worry. We can fix that."
Swiftly, she vanished into the medicine can den and retrieved a small pawful of cobwebs, just in case the bleeding situation got bad. It was always better to be careful, especially when infections could strike unexpectedly. She returned with a spring in her step, bounding quickly back to Bobbytail.
"Here," she meowed, leaning over and plucking the thorns from her paw one at a time. When she finished, she gently positioned the cobwebs around the offending paw. She lifted her head, grinning hopefully. "Better?"
"Anyway," she added, shooting Fishspot a fond glance, "no, you're right. I would be lost without him. Somebody better get that caterpillar problem under control, just in case."
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 29, 2016 23:03:37 GMT -5
:3)
Stonefleck slowly nodded his head. He missed his brother Breezewhisper, but he hoped in due time they would see each other again in Starclan. He twitches his whiskers as he observed his clanmates. The clan wasn't short of interesting individuals. Sometimes, he wondered just how the clan could be so diverse.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 23:11:26 GMT -5
Dapplestorm nearly stopped in his tracks, shocked by the sudden compliment. It knocked him off-balance, left him destabilized and unsure how to get back on his feet. Most cats took little notice of him, and he preferred it that way; he did his duties quietly without complaint, and they accepted his help the way he'd intended it: as the natural thing to do. He wasn't the type to yearn for praise or compliments, and he was certainly willing to help his clanmates out, even without acknowledgement. The anonymity was comforting, even. He wasn't sure what to do with the idea of being noticed.
Still, it felt... not quite unpleasant.
"Thank you," he meowed, unable to hide the surprised note from his voice. "You are... your own kind of great cat. It's nice to have a warrior around here so eager to learn."
Complimenting others - aside from his sister, anyway - felt equally as awkward, the ground unsteady beneath his paws. The more he pondered it, though, the more he realized that he'd meant what he said. Pidgeonwing was a bit clueless at times, but he was working on it, and that made him an asset to PrideClan.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 23:17:41 GMT -5
"PrideClan?" Sadie blinked at her, uncomprehending. "Territory?"
The young she-cat's posture was beginning to make her fur stand on edge. She felt herself subconsciously adopting a defensive stance. The newcomer smelled of forest and earth, not even remotely of the twoleg-laden scent Sadie was used to, and even though she had no chance of winning a battle against the rugged stranger, she was prepared to fight until her last breath to defend her unborn kits.
"I'm just passing through," she meowed, tail trashing uneasily. "I really don't mean to threaten you, I just can't seem to find my twolegs. Or a meal. What do you eat around here?"
She was beginning to suspect the answer was mouse or something, and the idea of catching her own prey was as daunting as the idea of lunging at the strange she-cat.
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Sept 29, 2016 23:18:18 GMT -5
Idk how to jump in so I'll just come back tomorrow)
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Post by Sanders on Sept 29, 2016 23:21:06 GMT -5
Pidgeonwing felt a little disheartened by the phrase "your own kind of great cat." What did that even mean? Sure he wasn't the best or the brightest and he was really lazy sometimes. But he was still good at heart. Maybe that's what Dapplestorm meant by it? He wasn't sure. It sounded more awkward. Like maybe he shouldn't have complimented Dapplestorm in the first place. That the compliment was just a way for Dapplestorm to respond when he really didn't mean what he'd said. And yeah he was eager to learn. He wasn't sure anymore.
Dapplestorm sure was a confusing cat to have a crush on.
"Um... thanks, I guess," he responded.
He stared mostly at the ground as they continued walking. Maybe it would have been better if he'd saved this encounter for another day. Another time. This wasn't going exactly as he had hoped it would. Maybe Dapplestorm just kind of pitied him as well. He was just a warrior that knew next to nothing about being a warrior. It was really sad. He hoped this adventure would be over soon so he could hide in his nest.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 23:27:40 GMT -5
(OH NO.)
Pidgeonwing's non-answer threw Dapplestorm for a loop. Usually, Pidgeonwing was so chatty and open that Dapplestorm had to wonder if he'd said something wrong this time. Maybe he'd gone too far on the compliments, and now Pidgeonwing felt uncomfortable. He'd assumed praise was a means of being polite, but perhaps he shouldn't've come on so strong.
Luckily, the tree looming in the distance had arrived to save him. "Here we are," he announced, voice a little more uncertain than he was used to. He nodded to the oak before them, it's knotted roots peering out from the earth and covered in thick, fuzzy green miss. "There's nowhere better in the territory than this. Grab as much as you can get."
Part of him wanted to apologize for his lack of social skills, but he supposed that might serve to make everything worse. After all, talking about it might remind Pidgeonwing even more of what an awkward tom he was.
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Post by Sanders on Sept 29, 2016 23:34:10 GMT -5
Pidgeonwing nodded. In an effort to speed up this situation, he said, "We should probably hurry up. We've been taking a little longer than we were maybe meant to."
He jumped on a clump of moss and sunk his teeth into it. It was very earthy tasting and reminded him of when his old owners would let him out and he would munch on the grass outside. He loved eating grass back then, but now that he could sometimes catch a mouse he found that much more sustainable. He pulled up on the moss as hard as he could and ripped a huge chunk of it from the ground. However, he overestimated the amount of power it took to rip moss from the ground and accidentally sent himself flying backwards when it pulled up very easily.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 23:40:20 GMT -5
(WHAT A MEME.)
Dapplestorm tried to stifle it, but he couldn't manage to stop the laugh from bursting out of him. Immediately, he felt awful. After all, he'd managed to upset Pidgeonwing enough already without openly mocking him for something that wasn't even his fault.
"Are you okay?" he asked, turning away from the moss and padding to his clanmate's side. He touched the tip of his tail to Pidgeonwing's shoulder without really thinking about it. "I guess you don't know your own strength. That was pretty impressive. Imagine what a grip like that could do to an enemy."
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Post by Ginz on Sept 29, 2016 23:41:35 GMT -5
Jaypaw flicked an ear and forced her fur to lie flat. "Twolegs? You're a kittypet?" She was curious now. She had never met a kittypet — she'd only heard stories about them. "We eat prey. What else would we eat if we live in the forest?"
She looked over the stranger and wondered how a cat could stand living with Twolegs. "Why do you want to find your Twolegs anyway? It's so much better living in the forest, where you're free. Living in a Clan is the best, too. PrideClan is the best one! Nobody judges anyone in our Clan, and it's so accepting."
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Post by Ginz on Sept 29, 2016 23:42:59 GMT -5
(i have to brb now)
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Post by Sanders on Sept 29, 2016 23:47:02 GMT -5
Pidgeonwing was very ruffled from his fall and stood up as quickly as a dazed cat can. His fur was standing on end from getting startled by his own mistake. He also felt a little bit of shame being laughed at by his clanmate that was clearly super cool and better than him in like every single way imaginable. He really did feel like a dumb kit sometimes.
He sat down and licked the fur on his chest to help calm himself a bit and settle his fur. "I'm quite alright," he said trying to sound relaxed and not like he'd just thrown himself halfway across the forest. It didn't work, he still sounded really worked up. But it's the effort that counts. "Although, I still don't know how much good I'll do in any fights. I got into a fight with this cat next to my home and..." He paused. "You probably don't care about my kittypet stories."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 23:50:22 GMT -5
Sadie cocked her head to one side, confused by all the strange terminology. The young cat was talking fast, more rapidly than she could keep up with.
"Kittypet?" She wrinkled her nose. "I'm a house cat, if that's what you're asking." Or... she had been, once, when her life was all sunshine-plastered floors and consistent feeding schedules, when there has always been a hand to scratch her neck and a lap to perch upon. Still, she wasn't going to spill her woes, especially not to a stranger.
The next question was harder. How could she explain the affection she felt towards her twolegs? They were strange creatures, sure, but she had sensed, in fleeting moments, that they'd loved her, once, and that she would have always been safe with them. In turn, she'd adored them the way that a kit adored their parents - blind and dependent, hopeful as birdsong. It was more than she could put into words, that feeling.
"They're my twolegs," she answered instead. That was what it came down to, wasn't it? Nothing more and nothing less. Clearing her throat, she added, "I'm sure your... PrideClan is very happy, but they were - yes, they were my twolegs."
She only hoped the stranger wouldn't comment on the past tense.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 23:50:34 GMT -5
[ I'm not really sure how to jump in with Honeydawn. Hmmm.. ]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 23:55:21 GMT -5
(Sorry to everyone who doesn't have anything to do! My characters are all booked right now, but hopefully some people with open characters will be on tomorrow.)
Dapplestorm frowned at the obvious lie, but decided not to call him on it. In his experience, most cats didn't want to talk about how they actually were; they wanted to reassure the cats around them, and Dapplestorm supposed he could accept Pidgeonwing's clumsy reassurance.
Carefully, he sat down beside him. "I don't know much about kittypets," he admitted, glancing away. "I've lived in PrideClan my whole life. I couldn't imagine doing anything else. If -" He swallowed, thoughts a jumbled mess in his head. "If you wanted to tell me about what it was like, I'd - I'd like that. Only if you want to, though."
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