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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 3:00:13 GMT -5
Oatpelt walked in at the wrong moment "Hey you said you'd keep quiet about that Volepatch!" he mewed embarrassed by the mention of his run in with the mud "i could tell better stories than that!" Oatpelt mewed clearly very angered.
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Post by [~Ghost Writer~] on Nov 20, 2016 3:05:09 GMT -5
"Oh? I'd like to hear that story" Reedstrike purred. "Please tell!" Her eyes glimmered playfully
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 3:08:34 GMT -5
Oatpelt frowned "not you too!" he said shaking his head "stop laughing,i could have gotten out on my own" he said puffing up his chest trying to look brave and strong.
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Post by RQuasar on Nov 20, 2016 3:10:23 GMT -5
Lightpaw took the stick and nodded to Fallenpaw, purring softly. Sitting behind Volepatch, she set the stick down and started to groom the elder, cracking fleas between her teeth and locating the ticks, purring with amusement.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 3:14:57 GMT -5
Oatpelt huffed "okay well i'll tell you a real story it features me in a positive way" he said narrowing his eyes at Volepatch "It's about when i meet a really pretty she-cat" he said smiling "not as pretty as you of course Reedstrike" he added.
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Post by [~Ghost Writer~] on Nov 20, 2016 3:19:57 GMT -5
Fallenpaw flicked his ear in interest
"Ay! I was telling a story!" Volepatch meowed
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Post by [~Ghost Writer~] on Nov 20, 2016 3:24:42 GMT -5
I gotta bounce)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 3:28:19 GMT -5
Oatpelt rolled his eyes "yeah and i was telling a interesting story not one of your rambles that seem to go on forever but only end when you fall asleep and you annoying voice is replaced by the snoring of a old flea pelt" he said getting ready to start his story "So it was when i was about twelve moons i was settled in with my housefolk and Beetlestar had yet to become Beetlestar or know of my existence,so i was on roof of my housefol-i mean twolegs nest they were sleeping on their pelt nests and it was late in the night and i saw this silver tabby emerge from the forest she wasn't wearing a collar so i assumed she was a kittypet at that time" he said taking a few deep breaths afterwards ready for the rest of the story.
(Aw bye)
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Post by RQuasar on Nov 20, 2016 3:31:17 GMT -5
Lightpaw finished grooming Volepatch and got rid of the ticks, watching as they dropped off. When she finished, she scooted over to sit next to Fallenpaw, listening to Oatpelt happily, a soft purr escaping.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 3:40:05 GMT -5
(The Goldencan typo is intentional)
Oatpelt continued with his story "Well normally i would stay away from strays,but she was drop dead-" feeling Reedstrikes eyes directed at him he 'modified' the story "uhh she invading my ahh sight-line so i walked up to her and asked what are you doing? and she replied 'i got kicked out of the forest by thoose Goldencan jerks' she said really upset so i was like 'well i'll find you another forest to hang out' she was sooooo in love with me and said 'ohhh your sooooo handsome absolutely" anyone could tell the last part was a lie.
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Sho
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Pronouns: He/him or They/Them
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Post by Sho on Nov 20, 2016 6:56:20 GMT -5
(So sorry I fell asleep. ;-; Also, I'm not blaming you for freeing up your character to rp with the others. However Honeypelt will be salty. ^^;; ))
Honeyleap had gotten separated from Oakpelt at some point. She figured
the other cat hated orders from Beetlestar, she didn't like them either, he
made her skittish too. But regardless of Beetlestar's wishes, the clan still
required food, his own mate would eat from that prey pile that was
dwindling and required restocking. Was she upset he ditched her? Yes, yes
very much so. Was she blaming him. No, not too much because it's his
choice. She won't, however, ask to be placed on another patrol with him
for a while because she was going to be petty about it. She curled up
against the base of a tree, her prey was buried a few trees over and she
was soaking in a patch of sunlight while she could, taking in the warmth
in silence. Soon she'd have to get up and take the prey back but for now,
she was going to warm her fur a little.
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Post by Riverfur on Nov 20, 2016 12:48:39 GMT -5
(Hey everyone and good morning.)
"I bet your as great a mentor as you are a hunter." Tigerstorm meowed softly as he started to head back to camp with her.
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firestorm35
college student so I might be a little inactive at some points (:
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Post by firestorm35 on Nov 20, 2016 16:38:33 GMT -5
Snowdance flushed. "Well, thank you Tigerstorm," she purred loudly as they walked into the camp. She smiled, thinking of his sweet comment, letting out another shorter purr.
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Post by kidcat on Nov 20, 2016 17:53:33 GMT -5
Sheepfur had managed to sleep through the commotion in the medicine den as though comatose, murmuring something every so often. This slight activity was the only indicator of his troubled dreams.
Suddenly, he was standing in a field. The terrain was shrouded in darkness, scarcely visible, lit dimly by the waning moon. The sky was bigger than he'd ever seen it, every star clearly visible, splashes of purple and blue woven into the vast textile of light. After a few moments, he realized that the scene was familiar. He was standing by the banks of the sandy river, and as he looked around, it seemed to grow closer to him.
He ducked as, suddenly, a dove swooped down upon him. Missing him by a mouse-length, it continued on its route towards the horizon. In the river, a fish - a bigger, stronger, fatter fish than any he'd seen before - leaped out of the water for a brief moment. He passively observed, his sense of self waning away as he watched the scene. Sheepfur was scarcely aware of something alive poking and wriggling underfoot, and he lifted one paw to find a clover growing rapidly up from the earth, reaching towards the pale moonlight.
A voice, familiar somehow, echoed.
"As the pale bird sings, the salmon will leap and the clover will grow with great powers to bestow."
Sheepfur awoke in a daze to find he was surrounded by apprentices.
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Post by Riverfur on Nov 20, 2016 17:55:04 GMT -5
Tigerstorm purred and followed her in. Heading to the prey pile to put down the prey he caught then headed by the warrior den to lay down.
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Post by [~Ghost Writer~] on Nov 20, 2016 17:58:15 GMT -5
What if Bella was that she-cat?)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 17:59:24 GMT -5
I think I replied to you with talonfrost.) [~Ghost Writer~] |
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Post by [~Ghost Writer~] on Nov 20, 2016 17:59:49 GMT -5
Sheepfur had managed to sleep through the commotion in the medicine den as though comatose, murmuring something every so often. This slight activity was the only indicator of his troubled dreams.
Suddenly, he was standing in a field. The terrain was shrouded in darkness, scarcely visible, lit dimly by the waning moon. The sky was bigger than he'd ever seen it, every star clearly visible, splashes of purple and blue woven into the vast textile of light. After a few moments, he realized that the scene was familiar. He was standing by the banks of the sandy river, and as he looked around, it seemed to grow closer to him. He ducked as, suddenly, a dove swooped down upon him. Missing him by a mouse-length, it continued on its route towards the horizon. In the river, a fish - a bigger, stronger, fatter fish than any he'd seen before - leaped out of the water for a brief moment. He passively observed, his sense of self waning away as he watched the scene. Sheepfur was scarcely aware of something alive poking and wriggling underfoot, and he lifted one paw to find a clover growing rapidly up from the earth, reaching towards the pale moonlight. A voice, familiar somehow, echoed. "As the pale bird sings, the salmon will leap and the clover will grow with great powers to bestow."
Sheepfur awoke in a daze to find he was surrounded by apprentices. Oh! A prophecy!) |
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Post by [~Ghost Writer~] on Nov 20, 2016 18:00:36 GMT -5
Could you quote it for me?) |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 18:01:44 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 18:08:21 GMT -5
"Done playing with kits?" Floodheart asked him Credit to Lostmoon |> Daryl <|
The tom turned to her embarrassed as he licked his chest fur. "Yes pretty much Floodheart.", retorted the tom to her with a smirk. Here ya go!) |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 18:16:02 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 18:22:28 GMT -5
Sheepfur had managed to sleep through the commotion in the medicine den as though comatose, murmuring something every so often. This slight activity was the only indicator of his troubled dreams.
Suddenly, he was standing in a field. The terrain was shrouded in darkness, scarcely visible, lit dimly by the waning moon. The sky was bigger than he'd ever seen it, every star clearly visible, splashes of purple and blue woven into the vast textile of light. After a few moments, he realized that the scene was familiar. He was standing by the banks of the sandy river, and as he looked around, it seemed to grow closer to him. He ducked as, suddenly, a dove swooped down upon him. Missing him by a mouse-length, it continued on its route towards the horizon. In the river, a fish - a bigger, stronger, fatter fish than any he'd seen before - leaped out of the water for a brief moment. He passively observed, his sense of self waning away as he watched the scene. Sheepfur was scarcely aware of something alive poking and wriggling underfoot, and he lifted one paw to find a clover growing rapidly up from the earth, reaching towards the pale moonlight. A voice, familiar somehow, echoed. "As the pale bird sings, the salmon will leap and the clover will grow with great powers to bestow."
Sheepfur awoke in a daze to find he was surrounded by apprentices. Oh! A prophecy!) Yeah i made it :3 ) |
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Post by kidcat on Nov 20, 2016 19:59:24 GMT -5
It looked like the apprentices who had been in the den were clearing out now, so Sheepfur rose to his feet, shaking out his curled pelt. He couldn't be certain, of course, since he'd never been the recipient of a prophecy before, but... well, for now he just needed to find Beetlestar. Still shaken, he walked out into camp, tasting the air. Maybe he was still around...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 20:36:02 GMT -5
Beetlestar was sitting on of the camps many rocks he had been awake all night watching camp.
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Post by kidcat on Nov 20, 2016 20:37:47 GMT -5
"Beetlestar," Sheepfur said urgently, making his way over as quickly as he could. "I need to speak to you about something. It's very, very, very important.."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 20:39:53 GMT -5
Beetlestar walked up too him "Did Batpaw provoke a weasel again?'' he asked the thing chased him back too camp then left Batpaw had bites everywhere but something made him think it was more of a emergency than a weasel...
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Post by kidcat on Nov 20, 2016 20:44:13 GMT -5
"Did he?" His eyes widened for a brief moment. Sheepfur was less than eager to relive the weasel ordeal, but it seemed that there was no immediate danger, so he continued. "Well, I think... I received a sign from StarClan."
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Post by RQuasar on Nov 20, 2016 21:18:19 GMT -5
Helloooo I'm home from worrrkkkk
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Post by kidcat on Nov 20, 2016 21:22:08 GMT -5
(Hello!! :0)
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