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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Nov 20, 2016 15:29:00 GMT -5
Even as she buried herself within her spot beside Noire in the den, the cold still somehow managed to reach her and send a chill down her spine. She grunted. She was never fond of the cold, she much preferred leaffall over any other season - it was cool, but not too hot, and prey was still plentiful. It was pleasant to the she-cat. However, her mismatched eyes flickered open as she caught sight of the flakes of white outside of their den, and she sighed. "It's here too early."
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Post by 🌿 Loѕтмoon 🌿 on Nov 20, 2016 15:30:06 GMT -5
-- |> Floss and Nettle <|
(should i send Floss to camp?)
Nettle grunted a snow landed on her nose, sneezing, the she-cat looked around at everyone else, noticing that it had become cold quickly.
"We should get inside," Mossheart meowed, turning to seek warmth in the barn. "The snow came so quickly," she muttered.
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 20, 2016 15:30:18 GMT -5
"You're telling me," Noire huffed. He stood, shaking out his fur. It had gotten fluffier, thanks to the cold weather and his genetics. He licked Fawn's side, a sign that he hoped for kits eventually.
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 20, 2016 15:31:18 GMT -5
((Yeah, probably.))
Swiftwhisker nodded and quickly turned, entering the barn and nestling on a pile of hay. The building easily kept the barn cats warm, and he was content with the mice it provided.
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Post by 🌿 Loѕтмoon 🌿 on Nov 20, 2016 15:34:33 GMT -5
-- |> Nettle, Floss and Mossheart <|
Mossheart turned and bounded into the barn, she slipped between to bundles of hay to a warm corner where she usually slept alone.
Floss protected herself from the snow by sitting on a tree branch, protected by the leaves.
Nettle looked around and made her way to the warriors den.
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 20, 2016 15:39:50 GMT -5
Bloodsun greeted Nettle with a soft mew as she entered the den. "Cold isn't it?" She mewed, but her mind was on Adder.
Swiftwhisker played in the hay for a little bit, throwing the straw around and catching it before it fell.
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Post by 🌿 Loѕтмoon 🌿 on Nov 20, 2016 16:06:28 GMT -5
-- |> Nettle <|
Nettle replied with a curt nod, "Yes, but i wonder if something is going to happen." She tilted her head, realizing the cat infront of her looking a bit worried, "something wrong?"
Mosssheart sneezed as a blade of hay landed on her nose. Lifting her head, she noticed Swiftwhisker playing with the hay. "I guess not everyone is saddened to be stuck in the barn," she meowed.
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Post by c o u r a g e on Nov 20, 2016 17:21:19 GMT -5
( So should Adder have one more moon at the barn? )
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 20, 2016 20:10:52 GMT -5
((Yeah, that'd be fine.))
Swiftwhisker chuckled and flung a wad of hay at Mossheart. "I'm making the best of our situation."
Bloodsun huffed. "I'm just waiting on Adder to return from his temporary banishment. Aside from that, I'm hungry. Prey is so scarce right now, in every territory."
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Post by Dawnrise on Nov 20, 2016 20:30:26 GMT -5
It had been about a moon since Flame fled from the barn in terror from the strange cats holing up there. He assumed they were part of the rebellion, but he had no idea how they had evaded him when he had searched moons ago. He had set up a nest in the trees near the barn, but he still felt the bitter cold of an early frost that was plaguing the forest. He had a lot of time to think during this time, and he began to slowly regret killing Aneese. It felt good when I killed her, but now I can't help but feel disgusted with myself for killing her he thought as he ate a scrawny mouse in his nest. The prey had suffered in the cold, and it was much harder to hunt when he had to compete with two other groups. The mouse barely sated his hunger and he attempted to settle down to nap, as that was one of the few things he could do to pass the time.
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Post by c o u r a g e on Nov 20, 2016 20:41:43 GMT -5
Adder returned to the barn with a mouthful of plump mice, he set them down beside Swiftwhisker and Mossheart, dipping his head in acknowledgement. "There." He mumbled, flopping down onto his side in the hay with an exhausted huff. "One more moon of this." He purred softly, hiding the distraught behind his cold gaze.
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 20, 2016 20:53:58 GMT -5
"Thanks," Swiftwhisker mewed cheerfully. "You can have some too!" He said to Adder, then gave some to Mossheart and began to eat.
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Nov 20, 2016 23:01:23 GMT -5
Fawn let out a small purr, not shifting from how she lay on the nest. The she-cat was comfortable. "I wonder how the clan will handle it this time around." She meowed quietly.
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Post by c o u r a g e on Nov 21, 2016 0:22:39 GMT -5
Could I roleplay a kit? ]
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Post by 🌿 Loѕтмoon 🌿 on Nov 21, 2016 1:26:37 GMT -5
-- |> Nettle and Mossheart <|
Nettle nodded, her green eyes glistening, she looked at Bloodsun, "The moon to come will come and go quite quickly i think."
Mossheart dipped her head in acknowledgement when Swiftwhisker gave her a piece of mouse, the beown tabby purred before beginning to chow down on the fresh prey.
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 21, 2016 10:24:25 GMT -5
((I don't see why not, whenever they come! I would like one as well.))
"Lets hope so. It's just hard to eat in leaf bares like this." Bloodsun commented, then stood and stretched. "We'd better go hunting to see what we can find." She mewed to Nettle. "Want to come?"
Swiftwhisker pressed against Mossheart affectionately as he ate. Soon, his belly was full and he purred in content.
Noire leaned down and licked her nose. "It'll be hard this leaf bare. Tensions are high regardless."
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Post by 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 on Nov 21, 2016 10:44:51 GMT -5
(me tooo! when should fawn be expecting then? should it have happened during the timeskip?)
Fawn purred gently at his affection, nuzzljng him and sitting up on the nest. "Has anyone spotted Flame or Adder on the territory? Barn cats?"
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 21, 2016 10:49:14 GMT -5
((Let's say she can birth them when Adder returns? It can be shortly.))
Noire flicked his tail, "I haven't heard any signs of them. There isn't much prey on any of the territories that we occupy, so its better that they stay in the barn where the mice is."
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Post by 🌿 Loѕтмoon 🌿 on Nov 21, 2016 11:07:48 GMT -5
(( oo! I would love to RP a kit! If that's okay with you ))
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Post by c o u r a g e on Nov 21, 2016 11:23:45 GMT -5
Alrighty, let me know when! ]
Adder nodded to Swiftwhisker but made no move to take one, instead he heaved himself to his paws with a distraught sigh. "I caught them for you, I don't need any." Shaking his head, his normally healthy looking fur had become dull and his eyes had a slight cover of mist to them. "I'll take a patrol, just to be safe." He murmured, padding silently out of the barn, his paw-steps echoing. Upon reaching Bloodclan's border, he took a bold step onto the territory expecting to be attacked on entry. He snorted, seems to me they don't guard the borders as much. He scoffed again and padded forward, lurking in the shadows as he surveyed the territory.
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Post by 🌿 Loѕтмoon 🌿 on Nov 21, 2016 11:32:24 GMT -5
-- |> Mossheart and Nettle <|
"Sure," Nettle meowed, happy to be able to do something instead of hanging around and doing nothing.
Mossheart blinked as Adder walked away, her eyes portrayed worry and suspision and she looked at Swiftwhisker with curious eyes.
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 21, 2016 11:59:04 GMT -5
Swiftwhisker looked up with narrowed eyes at Adder's retreating form. Sure, he trusted the cat more now than he had when he first had come, but still not entirely. "I'm sure he'll leave soon."
Bloodsun padded out of camp and into WindClan territory, hoping that there would be some prey near the barn.
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Post by 🌿 Loѕтмoon 🌿 on Nov 21, 2016 12:03:05 GMT -5
-- |> Mossheart and Nettle <|
Mossheart nodded and watched as Adder padded away, she wondered were the cat might be going.
Nettle bounded ahead, she wanted to warm up instead of walking in the cold. "I'm sure there'll be lots of mice near the barn,"
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 21, 2016 12:04:42 GMT -5
"I hope so!" Bloodsun mewed, speeding up. Her small form could only take her so fast, especially when she was cold.
Swiftwhisker turned to nuzzle Mossheart as he shrugged.
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Post by 🌿 Loѕтмoon 🌿 on Nov 21, 2016 12:11:15 GMT -5
-- |> Nettle and Mossheart <|
Nettle stopped and sniffed, she could smell the scent of a rouge. i wonder who it might be, she looked back at Bloodsun, "Hey i scent something odd!" She meowed almost breaking the snows delicate surface.
Mossheart purred and rested her chin on Swiftwhisker's shoulder. That Adder might be up to no good... No, he hasn't done anything wrong while he was with us..
(do you want Mossheart to know that Swiftwhisker likes her or not? XD)
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 21, 2016 12:46:24 GMT -5
((Sure!))
Swiftwhisker allowed her. After a long moment, he sneakily shoved her into a large pile of loose hay. Laughing, he looked at her and licked his paw.
Bloodsun lifted her head and scented the air, humming. "Adder?" She called out, tail standing up eagerly.
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Post by c o u r a g e on Nov 21, 2016 13:50:18 GMT -5
Adder's whiskers twitched. Bloodsun and Nettle. His fur prickled with slight unease as he stepped forwards a few strides, coming into a snowy clearing in the shadows behind the two patrolling cats. Raising his head, he blinked his cold amber gaze and a slight flicker of warmth and gratitude showed itself. "I'm here." He purred softly, sheathing his claws as he stood ankle deep in the snow.
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 21, 2016 14:00:57 GMT -5
"Adder!" Bloodsun mewed excitedly. The small, blood-red she-cat darted forwards in the snow and met him halfway, brushing her nose against his cheek and nuzzling him. "I'm so glad you're here... You should come home. Maybe Noire will let you, since its so cold..."
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Post by 🌿 Loѕтмoon 🌿 on Nov 21, 2016 14:14:12 GMT -5
-- |> Nettle and Mossheart <|
Nettle stepped foward and faced Adder, she spoke with a welcoming tone. "Noire might not be the most happiest cat in the world to see you but I'm sure he'll let you in,"
Mossheart face planted into a pile of hay, she chuffed before lifting her head. "Hey!" She giggled, pawing gently at Swiftwhisker.
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 21, 2016 14:26:31 GMT -5
Swiftwhisker purred and lunged at her, sending hay flying around them. "You're right, this is definitely hay," He teased her choice of wording.
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