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Post by Armageddidn't on Apr 19, 2017 15:18:42 GMT -5
((AAAAAAAAAAAA))
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Cinnamon Roll
Long time RPer, up for anything. Don't be a stranger, say hello!
Pronouns: Call Me Cinnamon! (They/Them)
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Apr 20, 2017 17:43:32 GMT -5
(SUMMARY:)
- Talongrasp, Raggedwolf and Sharkpaw are returning to camp from the ocean. They have just discovered that the low tide has drained the lunar spring, the tribe's only connection to the ancestors.
- Sharkpaw has also discovered a strange rock, which seems to hold the ocean inside of it's blue depths.
- Sageheart and Sunpaw are exploring the tribe's storm shelter, a ways north from camp, to see if it is suitable for inhabitance in case the low tide signifies a storm
- Softwing, Quickflame, Currentfur and Shellpaw are out hunting birds using a technique Softwing invented
- Lionkit and Willowkit are together in camp by the medicine den
- Cherrykit and Vinekit are playing Mossball Tag
- Aspenfur and Tidepaw are chatting outside of camp
- Copperfeather has just greeted Dapplepelt, who has returned for a run outside of camp
(Posted for those who need clarification on whats going on in RP. Sorry guys, been a little slow here lately) (All other cats are either inactive or standing around camp, not doing anything. Please feel free to add on if I missed something.)
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Post by Silv on Apr 20, 2017 18:01:37 GMT -5
{I am SOOOOOO Sorry for my inactivity! I'm used to people doing a like on my posts when they reply,
because that's how it is on a different RP forum I normally go on. I'll try to remember this a little better from now on...}Gustkit looked around camp and saw Cherrykit and Vinekit playing Mossball tag.
"Can I play?" he asked, approaching them.
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Post by perfectlypink♥ on Apr 20, 2017 19:46:38 GMT -5
(Thanks for the clarification, Cinnamon Roll!)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Apr 20, 2017 20:32:59 GMT -5
Nice)
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Post by Novi on Apr 21, 2017 19:41:37 GMT -5
(I'm alive. Kinda? I just have very little motivation to do anything >.< sorry)
"We will be fine." Raggedwolf responded confidently. It would be tricky adapting at first, but they would survive. Some changes may need to be made if the prey moves, but cats are perfectly mobile. He lead the way back to camp, glancing around as he neared. He would need to wait until closer to night when cats would be returning to camp to announce what had happened. He his attention to Talongrasp. "What will you do now? Try to figure out what the stone is all about?"
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Post by faundestwishes on Apr 22, 2017 12:10:09 GMT -5
(we all get that way sometimes, dont worry~)
Shellpaw sees a larger gull drop down and land on the stone with the fish bits. She freezes. This bird was a lot bigger than her...but maybe she could still surprise it. Gulls weren't known for carrying cats off, but they did get aggressive and fight cats for kills. It seemed it hadn't noticed her yet, so her plan was working.... There was no way this was going to be a clean kill if it was successful at all. She leaps up at it and lands on its back- however it flails and seems to try to take off- so Shellpaw hits the rock with a soft thud. "Ouch!" She huffs and swipes angrily at the bird as it scrambles away.
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"How would she be able to find anything out about it if..." if the ancestors weren't speaking to them. "If the pool is empty.." Sharkpaw mumbles quietly around his rock. He wasn't sure he would want it to be too far away from him either. It had called out for him, after all, and it just gave him... some sort of feeling he couldn't really describe. |
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Post by perfectlypink♥ on Apr 22, 2017 15:03:33 GMT -5
Quickflame pounced out of the grasses as a small flock of birds flew over, squabbling over the small fish bits. He clumsily grabbed onto one of their wings, desperately trying to hook his claws in. All of the other birds took off quickly, flapping away. The remaining seagull nipped at him with it's beak, crying out angrily. Quickflame managed to take control of the situation and grabbed the birds neck, finally killing it. Bloody feathers surrounded him, and he mumbled something incoherent underneath his breath, embarrassed at his clumsy catch.
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Cinnamon Roll
Long time RPer, up for anything. Don't be a stranger, say hello!
Pronouns: Call Me Cinnamon! (They/Them)
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Apr 24, 2017 14:14:49 GMT -5
Softwing suppressed a laugh, glancing cheekily out at her tribemates, who seemed to all be having similar experiences with the birds. Yeah, not so easy is it? She thought to herself. Who's the birdbrain now! She padded out from her hiding place, staring up at the birds who were squawking rather excitedly above her. "That was a good first try everyone!" she called out, her tail whipping around with excitement. "Try not to bite off more than you can chew though" she meowed at Shellpaw, who seemed to be looking keenly irritated. Her mentor, Quickflame, didn't look much more pleased, surrounded by a messy pile of bloodied feathers. "And timing is everything. The birds will fight over the fish for a few moments on land, so you'll want to wait for your opening. I know it's tempting to pounce right away, but it'd harder to hook one when there's so many."
Currentfur was the last to try. He stood patiently, his fresh caught fish dangling temptingly from his jaws. Softwing wasn't sure if the birds would be dumb enough to try it again. "Do you still wanna give it a go?" she asked him, tilting her head.
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Talongrasp sighed, feeling defeated but not wanting to show it "The Ancestors are powerful. They send omens and visit us in dreams outside of the Lunar Spring- perhaps they may still do so. After all, the Ocean is still there, however distant, and it is still closer than the Moon, so there is hope" she meowed, trying to feel optimistic but instead leaning towards despondence. In reply to Raggedwolf, she simply shook her head "I'm not sure. I will have to try more.. traditional forms of communication with the Ancestors, I suppose."
There were other methods, passed down from Tui to Tui, which could sometimes be used to divine information if the cats were unable to travel to the Lunar Spring, for one reason or another. Webwillow, the Tui before her, had taught her the methods when he was badly injured and unable to travel to the spring for several moons. The technique involved using stones with specific scratch marks which, when cast correctly, fell in a manner which reflected the intuitive connection between the Tui and Ancestors. They were known for hinting towards answers, but leaving you to work out the details, which is where Talongrasp's experience and knowledge would be needed.
Deciding for herself that this was the only logical course, she dipped her head to Raggedwolf in farewell "I will need time to sort out these details. Sharkpaw, come with me. I want you to act as my guard outside of my den- I don't want any cats interrupting me" she meowed, briskly padding towards her den. "Oh, and bring that odd stone in to me. I want to examine it more closely."
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Post by perfectlypink♥ on Apr 24, 2017 16:23:51 GMT -5
Quickflame grunted in response, still discouraged by his mess of a catch. He carried the bird over to Softwing, tail lashing with annoyance as he dragged it across the sand as if he were a kit moping about losing a game. "Could've done better", the tom replied, frowning to himself as he set the rather heavy prey down. Quickflame looked over at Currentfur to see if he decided hunting the birds was worth a shot. "I'll leave hunting birds to Softwing next time!", he thought to himself as he waited for Shellpaw to return to the rest of the patrol.
"Kits! Could one of you fetch me a piece of prey?", Copperfeather called out, hoping that they would listen through all of their playing. She hadn't eaten since last night, and her stomach was beginning to rumble. The dame knew how important it was to keep well fed so that her kits would have nutrient-rich milk to drink. "In a while they'll be able to eat their own prey!", the she-cat thought to herself, smiling. Every mother knew how exciting it was to wait for the reactions of their kits as they tried their first piece of real food.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Apr 24, 2017 16:33:11 GMT -5
"I'll do it!" Cherrykit runs to the fresh-kill pile, dragging a squirrel out, struggling with it.
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Silv
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Post by Silv on Apr 24, 2017 18:04:05 GMT -5
Gustkit followed Cherrykit to the pile.
"Can I play with you?" he mewed again.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Apr 24, 2017 20:43:20 GMT -5
"Me and Vinekit are playiing a bit of a hard game, and I'm grabbing something for Copperfeather... " she mews anxiously.
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Cinnamon Roll
Long time RPer, up for anything. Don't be a stranger, say hello!
Pronouns: Call Me Cinnamon! (They/Them)
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Apr 25, 2017 16:14:50 GMT -5
Willowkit looks up from her scuffle with Lionkit "What game?" she mewed nosily, hearing her sister speak of this "hard game". Was it some kind of challenge?
Easily distracted as she was, Willowkit bounced forward, her big paws ambling over to Cherrykit in favor of a new game "Lionkit, come on!" she meowed over her shoulder, stopping in front of her sister.
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Softwing purred, flashing a smile at Quickflame "Aww, don't be so discouraged! It was your first time, yeah? And besides... that measly fishtail seemed to be a good trade for such a big bird" she meowed, staring at the gull the tom had set down in front of her with her wide, blue eyes "It's no wonder it was hard for you to take it down, it's as big as me!"
The bird was, in fact, rather large. Of course, the fact that Softwing felt so was not much of a testament, considering how small she was, but the compliment was still in earnest.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Apr 25, 2017 16:17:59 GMT -5
Cherrykit looks at her sister. "We're still working on it..." she mews softly.
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Long time RPer, up for anything. Don't be a stranger, say hello!
Pronouns: Call Me Cinnamon! (They/Them)
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Apr 25, 2017 16:30:03 GMT -5
Willowkit's tail lashed around behind her excitedly "What! You're making a whole new game?!" She mewed with a gasp "Ohh, Cherrykit c'mon, you've gotta let me in on it!" Her paws kneaded the ground excitedly in front of her as she stared at her sister.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Apr 25, 2017 16:33:51 GMT -5
"Maybe when we're done making it, it's hard for even me and Vinekit! Tell you what; when we get the hang of it, we'll all play!" she mews.
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Post by faundestwishes on Apr 25, 2017 17:01:52 GMT -5
"I only had one land and I still missed it!" Shellpaw groans, "It was too big...and ready to fly off." At least she hadn't held on, a fall from a height that was too high up could have seriously hurt her. "Next time." She swears to Softwing, "I may never be as good at it as you, but I will catch one!" She looks to her mentors catch, and while it may have been messy, it was still a large dead bird. "Good job Quickflame!" She coos and shuffles over- there's a slight hitch in her step- a bit sore from the fall, but she'd recover soon enough. ~~~~ "I'm sure they haven't left us... " He wasn't sure of that. The cool stone against his tongue should be testament enough to him. He couldn't understand why this would happen though. So he doubted. Not that that was unusual."Traditional forms?" he squints, "Isn't it all signs and omens...?" Talongrasp would show him, probably, if this continued, until then.. "Yes Talongrasp." he hurries to her side. He was sure nobody would need any healing today, but just in case he could try and treat them on the outside...or maybe have Talongrasp duck out and deal with them really quickly. He was reluctant to let her have the stone, but she would be able to get a better understanding over it than him.... he was just an apprentice. ~~~~~ ✨ Տեმɾ✨ (I'm gonna wait a bit longer for you to reply, but if not I'm going to break Aspenfur away ^^; ) |
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Cinnamon Roll
Long time RPer, up for anything. Don't be a stranger, say hello!
Pronouns: Call Me Cinnamon! (They/Them)
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Apr 25, 2017 18:14:59 GMT -5
Softwing nods at Shellpaw, glad the Neo wasn't taking her failure too hard. "I like your spirit!" she meowed enthusiastically, happy to feel appreciated for her skills. Tilting her head, she looked down at Shellpaw "But you took a bit of a fall, didn't you? Do you want to go back to camp and see one of the Shamans?" she meowed, hoping she hadn't caused the smaller she-cat any kind of harm by teaching her the odd hunting technique.
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Talongrasp nodded at Sharkpaw, stepping into her den "The Ancestors speak to me directly when I visit them at the Lunar Spring. To me, they are as real as you are, standing before me" she meowed, poking her paw into a cleft in the rockface which held her numerous herbs and tools. "I see them in dreams as well, but that can tend to be a little unfocused. This method is the least clear way to speak with the Ancestors, but unfortunately it's all we've got."
Gently, Talongrasp hooked out a long leaf which held an assortment of small carved disks of driftwood. Each smoothly cut piece had a small symbol inscripted on it, appearing to be worn down by a claw over time. They were all slightly different in consistency, but all about the same size and shape. Using her claw, the Tui outlined a circle in the sand before her, and looked up at Sharkpaw. "Bring me the stone."
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Post by faundestwishes on Apr 26, 2017 1:34:06 GMT -5
"Thanks!...and it was just a bit of a fall. I mean. It isn't too bad." Maybe they should go back. If she did injure herself it was better to deal with it now instead of letting it get worse. "...I mean. Maybe just to be safe." She sighs. It was sad she hadn't caught anything though.
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"...Ah." He wasn't sure he wanted to hand it over to her. What if she broke it? Something screamed to him that it was precious... But Talongrasp wasn't needlessly clumsy, and if she believed it came from the ancestors...she wouldn't be careless with the stone. Hesitantly he brings it inside and sets it down in front of her, "How do you know what the stones say when you use them, Talongrasp?"
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Post by perfectlypink♥ on Apr 26, 2017 6:09:56 GMT -5
"Tell me if any part of your training begins to hurt because of the fall, okay?", Quickflame told her, which was more of a command than a question. He was pretty concerned, although he didn't dare to let everyone see the emotions inside. "I guess we should head back then", the tortoiseshell tom added, glancing at both of them for a sign of agreement. Quickflame picked up the fish again, feathers tickling his jaws. "Someone will have to pick up the fish too", he said with a muffled voice, flicking his tail towards the small pile of fish they had next to the tidepools.
"Thank you for the squirrel, Cherrykit!", Copperfeather replied gratefully, licking her daughter behind the ear quickly before letting them continue their game. Her whiskers twitched with amusement as she watched Cherrykit boast about their hard game. "Whatever distracts them from making trouble is fine with me!", she thought to herself, grooming her chest fur.
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Post by Novi on Apr 26, 2017 20:04:16 GMT -5
(Did I get a response for Sageheart and miss it? o-o)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Apr 26, 2017 23:43:22 GMT -5
lol)
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Post by faundestwishes on Apr 27, 2017 20:51:03 GMT -5
"yes Quickflame." Shellpaw relents with a bashful duck of her head. She did know she should let them know if it really hurt, but it was just sore now
"I can grab the fish?" She offers, both of the warriors had their rather large birds to bring back. She could manage a fish or two by herself.
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Cinnamon Roll
Long time RPer, up for anything. Don't be a stranger, say hello!
Pronouns: Call Me Cinnamon! (They/Them)
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Apr 28, 2017 14:13:53 GMT -5
Softwing nodded, thinking that was a good idea "That's fine with me. Currentfur can help you with that too, it seems like the birds are too rustled now for any more catches today anyway" she meowed, glad that the Neo wasn't too injured to help on the way back to camp. She wasn't sure the three guards would have been able to carry all the prey back without her. "Let's get a move on then, I'm sure cats will be glad for some prey."
She waited as Shellpaw gathered the fish, then started to pad forward in the direction of camp, her neck feeling stiff over the weight of the bird beneath her. Someday Softwing, you're going to have to learn to not take such big ones! she reminded herself, a smile stretching out on her jaw. Who was she kidding? She loved birds too much for that.
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Talongrasp notes the hesitation in Sharkpaw's movements, she way he eyes her and the stone anxiously as he sets it down, stepping back a few paces but not quite far enough. She sighs, understanding his dedication and concern. "Sharkpaw, if you're so worried about this stone I suppose I can allow you to stay here with me, but you must be quiet and keep your ears pricked in case anyone tries to enter my den. I need to concentrate" she rasps, feeling somewhat impatient as her own anxiety gnaws away at her nerves.
She grabbed the leaf edges between her teeth, cradling the pieces in between, and set it out in front of Sharkpaw. He figured since he had found the stone, he had a right to know what it was being used for. Talongrasp gestured out with her paw, tracing the signs on the carved wood pieces with her claws "Each of these scratches has a meaning. Just as you can see a mouse and know that it is one, and not a bird, I know what each of these carved symbols signifies."
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Cinnamon Roll
Long time RPer, up for anything. Don't be a stranger, say hello!
Pronouns: Call Me Cinnamon! (They/Them)
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Apr 28, 2017 14:17:44 GMT -5
"Have you not encountered anything of the like before?" Sageheart inquired. It wasn't the storm, but it was still distinct. Maybe Sunpaw had been lucky enough to avoid a run-in with it. (Again, low muse >.< sorry) (Yeah I found this lol, I never did reply, I just didn't see it at first. Sorry Novice) Sunpaw shook his head, feeling his hackles rise. He didn't like the feeling that this strange scent gave him- foreboding and somewhat familiar. Had he encountered a scent like this before? It smelled like.. danger and malice. He supposed he could possibly relate to those feelings, but he had never scented something that was such a personification of the two emotions. "No.. I don't think so" he meowed slowly, looking up at his mentor. "Does this mean we can't use this shelter? The smell doesn't seem too strong, I don't think it would bother cats that much.." |
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Post by perfectlypink♥ on Apr 28, 2017 15:08:21 GMT -5
"Thank you, Shellpaw", Quickflame replied through the feathers in his jaws. He followed Softwing on the way back to camp, struggling to hold the heavy seagull in his mouth. "At least it feeds the clan well", the tom thought to himself with a shrug.
(sorry for the short response, I've been really busy lately :/ )
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Cinnamon Roll
Long time RPer, up for anything. Don't be a stranger, say hello!
Pronouns: Call Me Cinnamon! (They/Them)
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Post by Cinnamon Roll on Apr 28, 2017 16:08:27 GMT -5
(That's ok! Seems to be a common theme lol.)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Apr 28, 2017 16:46:40 GMT -5
lol)
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Post by faundestwishes on Apr 28, 2017 17:09:15 GMT -5
"welcome!" Shellpaw mews before she collects the fish. She follows after them, tail straight behind her as she works to keep up.
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(Since Tidepaw hasn't been in the roleplay for a while, I'm going to break Aspenfur away)
Aspenfur had finally settled back into camp and set his large fish down onto the pile. He was quite pleased with the catch, even if he wouldn't really get recognition for it.
It seemed he hadn't been terribly missed, which was... Good? Maybe. He finally settles in a sunny patch- a bit of rest could do him good until he was needed again.
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"It's just... I feel like I was meant to find it- and it just... Doesn't feel right to leave it." He mumbles and shuffles his paws.
"I'll sit near the entrance." He offers as he finally settles and turns his attention to her. He peers down at the scratch marks- a few looked similar, he guesses, but they were also very unique.
"Oh..and depending on the pattern you know what they mean...?"
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