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Post by runningfeather on Dec 21, 2016 20:10:32 GMT -5
(I am! I have Furzetail and Runningstream open!) ((I've got Ashenclaw! You can use whoever you like best :3 )) |
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Post by runningfeather on Dec 21, 2016 20:23:36 GMT -5
((Sure!))
Ashenclaw was sitting at the edge of the camp. It was dark, almost nightfall, but he was in a hunting mood. The tom was lost in thought, staring out at the dark landscape, his tired eyes sparkling. He enjoyed the night time, but had been warned multiple times to stay in the camp at dark, for its dangerous to go out alone. He finally settled down, still lost in his thoughts.
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Post by runningfeather on Dec 21, 2016 20:40:32 GMT -5
"Hmm?" He shook his head, snapping out of his daydream. "I was just enjoying the nightfall." He meowed back, rising to his feet again. "I was thinking of hunting, but it seems you've done that job for me." He flicked his ear and nodded towards the lizard.
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Post by runningfeather on Dec 21, 2016 21:04:21 GMT -5
"Mm, I've been told it's dangerous to hunt at night, but I've never run into any problems." He nodded, "I wouldn't worry." He swished his tail, and smitrked a bit.
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Post by birchleaf on Dec 22, 2016 0:20:32 GMT -5
Your forms look great Birch, I won't be able to add any of them until I get back home, but your free to roleplay. I'm sure someone has open characters. (Awesome! Anyone free?) |
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 22, 2016 11:12:14 GMT -5
((Hey there, may I join? Ashenclaw | Male | Ashenclaw is an average sized cat, with a dark brown and black speckled pelt. His front right paw is brown flecked with gold. His name came from his black claws, that seem to shine. He's got yellow-green eyes. He can be irrational and harsh, but has a soft spot for kits and apprentices. He's always looking to give advice, and usually enjoys hunting solo. | Jadeclan and Warrior | Runningfeather/Atom )) Hey Atom, I noticed you didn't include Ashenclaw's age. Could you give me a quick number or so? |
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Post by runningfeather on Dec 22, 2016 11:15:13 GMT -5
((Hey there, may I join? Ashenclaw | Male | Ashenclaw is an average sized cat, with a dark brown and black speckled pelt. His front right paw is brown flecked with gold. His name came from his black claws, that seem to shine. He's got yellow-green eyes. He can be irrational and harsh, but has a soft spot for kits and apprentices. He's always looking to give advice, and usually enjoys hunting solo. | Jadeclan and Warrior | Runningfeather/Atom )) Hey Atom, I noticed you didn't include Ashenclaw's age. Could you give me a quick number or so((? (( Sure thing! He's about 20 moons :3 )) |
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 22, 2016 11:42:15 GMT -5
✯ - peppermint - ✯, Tinyelephant
I've just recently noticed how inactive you've been for the past few weeks of your joining. I really want this roleplay to thrive. I understand if you have some personal issues going on in your life that makes it hard for you to put time in roleplay here. But if you need a break or do not wish to be enrolled on this roleplay then please notify me.
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 22, 2016 12:04:16 GMT -5
⇹ Palestream thought about his inquiry for a moment, eyeing the lizard carefully. One lizard wouldn't refill the fresh-kill pile. "Let's hunt a little longer. We can head back to camp around sundown. But when we get back, I want you to grab you some fresh-kill and head to sleep. Tomorrows going to be a big day for you. I've decided to give you a hunting assessment, but earlier, before the test, I told promised you I could teach you partner fighting."
"Have a great hunt! Oh, and don't stray too far, I don't want that fox to be alerted." After instructing her apprentice, Palestream padded a distance away, disappearing in the tall grass. The warrior sniffed the air, picking up the tainting scent of a bird. It was a robin by the scents of it. She let out a delighted purr before padding on light paws, towards the scent. All thoughts of Bearpaw's training tomorrow vanishing into dust. |
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Post by hawkclaw3 on Dec 22, 2016 19:08:49 GMT -5
⇹ "Great catch." He praised as Sagepaw caught the frog. It was nice and plump, a nice piece of prey for Woodenpelt. "Take that straight to Woodenpelt when we get to camp. I'm sure he'll tell you a story in return. Ask him about me. Thats always my pesonal favorite." He joked mildly and picked up his mouse, preparing to leave. The story of how his father and mother met had always been his favorite, it had inspired him on finding a loyal mate of his own one day. But that day apparently hadn't come yet for he hadn't found the perfect she-cat just yet. He glanced over at Sagepaw then to Blossomstep. "All ready to go?"
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Blossomstep purred upon seeing her sister's catch. Finally. The warrior thought proudly. As Sagepaw continued on without pausing, Blossomstep turned to follow after her sister, but her paws would not yet carry her. She turned to look at Oakfoot, flicking her tail gently as she waited for him. I wonder what stories Woodenpelt has that he wishes Sagepaw would listen to. Sometimes I miss the stories that come with being young. |
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 22, 2016 19:16:02 GMT -5
⇹ Oakfoot nodded his head thankful that she'd waited on him, unlike Sagepaw. The tom made sure his apprentice was still in view before turning to Blossomseyp, matching stride with her. "She doesn't have to ask Woodenpelt about my mother. But I want her to learn a thing or two about relationships. Though I'm not sure she'll like it since she is so young and might not understand." He began, holding his mouse by its tail so he could speak better. He wanted Sagepaw to know about real relationships but he also wanted her to be safe. He didn't want the young molly running to just any tom and feeling unwanted there. Woodenpelt and Seedwhisker's story always amazed him. The way his father had described it seemed like it was the most powerful and purest love of all. Truly meant to be. "Ya' know?" He asked, hoping she'd understand.
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Post by runningfeather on Dec 22, 2016 21:26:27 GMT -5
"Mm, I've been told it's dangerous to hunt at night, but I've never run into any problems." He nodded, "I wouldn't worry." He swished his tail, and smitrked a bit. |
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 22, 2016 21:39:28 GMT -5
(maybe they could and Palestream and Bearpaw could hear it and come help out.)
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 22, 2016 21:55:21 GMT -5
(Either way is fine. Stirring up a little action :3)
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 22, 2016 22:01:32 GMT -5
(Yeah, that's fine.)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Dec 22, 2016 22:08:32 GMT -5
"If you say so," Runningstream sighed, her face still scrunched up in worry. She had scented a fox while she was hunting and had meant to let someone know, but there wasn't anyone around for her to alert. She just hoped that no one would run into the fox.
Bearpaw dashed off, listening to his mentors words carefully. Running into a fox would be horrible. I'll just stay away from the scent. The dark brown tom decided, scenting the air and smelling nothing. Unfortunately for him the wind was blowing upwind to where the fox was, masking the russet creatures scent as the tom slid into a hunters crouch, dark eyes catching a mouse scurrying in the undergrowth. The tom lept forward, killing the plump creature quickly, raising his head in victory until he froze, the same scent from earlier clogging all of his senses.
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Post by hawkclaw3 on Dec 22, 2016 23:09:23 GMT -5
Blossomstep padded along beside him, her eyes mostly focusing on the trees ahead while she gave the tom a few glances every now-and-then. The way he talked about romance, and the obvious care he had for Sagepaw made Blossomstep's heart flutter a little. She shuffled her eyes from him, looking down at the ground as they treaded, though still remaining cool. I'm glad my sister was given him to be her mentor. The she-cat thought to herself. She returned her gaze to Oakfoot, her eyes gentle.
"I think I do understand you. I like to imagine that my parents had a powerful romance that was both genuine and passionate," Blossomstep spoke, unable to remember much about her parents. They had disappeared very shortly after Sagepaw's birth and were assumed to be dead. But the warrior didn't focus on this long. Her adrenaline rushing, her mind began to flutter and she spoke again, softer this time, speaking from her deep desires. "And I often like to imagine that one day I'll be swept off my paws in a romance alike to the one I create for them."
{ So are we going to have Oakfoot, Blossomstep, and Sagepaw come across Bearpaw and the fox? }
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 23, 2016 11:59:35 GMT -5
⇹ Oakfoot nodded, glad that she understood his passion for romance and didn't just think he was some obsessed tom. But he knew and accepted the fact that he was a hopeless romantic since not a lot of cats carried that trait. "Well I hope that your parents, wherever they are, are happy together and er, living the dream you have for them." He said, with a small smile before looking ahead towards Sagepaw. They were getting close to the border where the marshes ended and the forest took over. "Sagepaw wait for us." He called, not wanting her to go to far. They never knew what could be lurking, waiting to attack.
(Whenever your ready Sweet. :3)
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Post by birchleaf on Dec 23, 2016 13:01:49 GMT -5
Cranefoot sat outside the warrior's den with Pebbletail. They talked quietly, wondering if they would be sent of any patrols.
(Sorry if i type short things, the website isn't working that great for me and it makes it hard to type)
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 23, 2016 13:13:07 GMT -5
⇹Palestream succesfully caught the bird, scraping dirt over it and sniffing the air. There was a mouse, the faint scent of fox, and... fresh blood. Soon after the she-cat heard the terrified screech, forgetting her hunt and pelting towards where the scent was coming from. It's Bearpaw! She could smell the young tom's scent on the breeze. And what had he done? I told him to run if he saw it and tell someone! Her poor apprentice! She could only imagine the fear he was feeling right now.
Soon Palestream burst through a thorn patch, looking around. Her green eyes catching the russet-colored beast, holding her apprentice by his hind-leg and shaking him like prey. A deep growl rose in her throat as she let out a battle cry and launched herself at the fox, raking thorn-sharp claws along his hindlegs, trying to take its attention away from Bearpaw. "Come here maggot-pelt!" She hissed as the fox turned towards her.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Dec 23, 2016 16:42:09 GMT -5
Bearpaw suddenly felt himself thrown away, feeling the air momentarily as he went airborne, sudden pain shooting through him as he hit a tree with a sickening thud, leaving the older apprentice momentarily stunned. He lay there for a moment, trying to breath as he watched his mentor fight the fox, horror in his eyes. The brown apprentice heaved himself up onto his paws, not wanting to think of what was going to happen next, fear hammering through his body, still truly hating the act of fighting. But Palestream helped me, so I'm gonna help her. He thought in determination as the fox lunged at his mentor.
The apprentice surprisingly felt no pain from where the fox bit him, adrenaline coursing through his body as he leaped forward, biting down on the fox that was biting down on his mentor. The russet thing backed away, shaking its head as the brown tom hung on for dear life, wanting to distract it enough for Palestream. Go get help... It was my fault I didn't run away, I should have listened to you. he thought, biting down on the fox.
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Post by a diamond's pearl on Dec 23, 2016 16:51:11 GMT -5
⇹Palestream dropped into a crouch, narrowing her eyes and concentrating. Her pelt bristling with rage and her tail lashing behind her. This was a big fox. She and Bearpaw couldn't defeat it all by themselves. DiamondClan please, send us help. Waiting till the fox was close enough, Palestream darted underneath the huge creature, nipping its legs and raking her claws along its belly. The she-cat let out a small gasp as she was kicked away, leaping back up to her paws and shaking her head, trying it again. This time she launched at its hindlegs, sinking her claws into the flesh, not daring to let go.
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