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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 15, 2017 17:53:22 GMT -5
I have my cats open)
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Post by Novi on Mar 15, 2017 17:53:30 GMT -5
(Indeed it is. Haha. But it shouldn't be too bad. It's heavily inspired by ATLAB Ocean and Water spirits. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.
Once faundest posts with Sharkkit, I'll plop everyone down for the night under the assumption Talongrasp made it home safe and sound. We can start the next day :3)
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benjiboi
"I'm not blind, I just can't see."
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Post by benjiboi on Mar 15, 2017 18:11:06 GMT -5
Sweet, would you want to rp Currentfur and Brindlepaw then? |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 15, 2017 18:30:51 GMT -5
Ya  ) |
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Post by faundestwishes on Mar 15, 2017 18:39:55 GMT -5
(Gotcha gotcha. Okay. To responding. And I'll reply to Softwing and Aspenfur and have them come back. And maybe I'll bring Sloeberry and Shellpaw back too? @trinkets I was also thinking maybe I should make Sharkkits mother x'D I have been kind of roleplaying her as a nameless cat character, but I'm debating on whether I should or not... I could just keep her nameless lol)
It didn't look like any more cats were going to be out for the night. Sharkkit supposes they wouldn't take him out anyways- too many crevices for a kit like him to fall into, and too many pools of water he might not be able to climb out of. "Bye Sageheart" He dismisses himself and goes to weave between the guards and neos. He notices Sloeberry and Shellpaw come back with some fresh kill. He eagerly asks the Neo where they had hunted, what they had practiced, and so on until the Neo ducked away to join the others. He ends up by his mothers side eventually, sleepily tucked against her belly as she purrs to him quietly.
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"...We'll... come back another night" he agrees, albeit a bit hesitantly. He felt like it was time for them to go home. "And maybe we'll find some special night bird" He watches as she collects the feathers. He then buries the remains of the bird and they head back to camp. On the way there he successfully stalks and kills a mouse, proud to have brought back something that Talongrasp may need.
Once in the camp he drops the mouse and turns to Softwing, "...Thank you... Softwing. For letting me go with you.. I'm sorry we didn't stay longer..." he could only imagine how many ways it could have gone if they had, but it was nice to spend some quality time with a guard that wasn't put off by him, "Next time.. we'll stay later. I swear it" Until then he'd work up the courage to actually do that. He drops the mouse off near Talongrasps den and retreats to the dens.
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Post by Novi on Mar 16, 2017 11:39:52 GMT -5
Sageheart nodded. He purred when he saw the small kit approach Sloeberry and Shellpaw. He turned and ducked into the shaman's den. He curled up in his nest. Even if the shamans didnt sleep with the herbs, their den always seemed to smell like they did. It was actually a comfort. He closed his eyes and his large sides rose and fell slowly as his mind drifted off to sleep.
(Looks like we're all good :3 we can skip to morning. Ill post my starters when im not on mobile)
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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 Mar 16, 2017 11:51:04 GMT -5
Softwing yawned deeply, following Aspenfur into the camp "No problem, it was lots of fun.." She meowed sleepily, dropping her feathers in her nest haphazardly, deciding that she would arrange them properly in the morning. "We should do it again sometime..." Her meowing gave way to light snoring, and the den quieted down, all cats ready for sleep.
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Talongrasp padded into camp sometime later that evening, noting the mouse with Aspenfur's scent on it, feeling a spot of fondness in her heart for the shaky young guard. She would have to thank him in the morning, perhaps with a comforting story or an enjoyable task.
She settled into her nest wearily- her entire body aching with exhaustion but her mind still awake. The words of the ancestors buzzed in her ears like greenleaf bees heavy at their work.
Her last thought of the evening was of Sharkkit, the gentle young tom, so indecisive in his path. If he of all cats was to survive whatever misfortune befell the tribe, he would need to start training as soon as possible. She decided they could no longer delay his neoship, and that tomorrow, he would need to decide.
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Post by perfectlypink♥ on Mar 16, 2017 15:11:43 GMT -5
Copperfeather was relaxing in her nest, eating a plump fish. She had decided to fill her stomach before going to sleep, as she was growing hungrier these days. Her belly was swollen with kits who were due in only another moon or two. Copperfeather's rich, dark red coat was hardly visible in the darkness as the sun disappeared to welcome the night.
Quickflame padded quietly into camp, and dropped off two mice at the fresh-kill pile. He stopped to give himself a quick wash, licking his paws and swiping them behind his face; one side was midnight black with a small ring of orange around the eyes, and the other half of his face was mix of white and fiery tabby splotches. He was quite tired after a long day of hunting, and headed to his nest.
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Post by Novi on Mar 16, 2017 19:16:57 GMT -5
Raggedwolf slipped out of his den as morning rose. He yawned and stretched, shaking out his pelt. His eyes flickered towards the nursery. Sharkkit would have to choose soon. With a sigh, he plucked a plump mouse from the fresh-kill pile and settled down in the shade by his den. He figured Talongrasp would join him soon and they could discuss what she found out at the lunar spring, if anything.
Sageheart woke alongside the sun, as usual. His large body slowly uncurled itself and he stepped out, dipping his head to the La who was eating breakfast off to the side. He headed over and snagged something for himself before choosing a spot in the sun. He let the rays warm his pelt. Although he was curious about Sharkkit's choice, he had his own Neo to worry about. What would he do today with Sunpaw?
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 16, 2017 19:39:19 GMT -5
Currentfur groaned and curls up tighter into himself. He hated getting up in the mornings and just wanted to sleep in. Currentfur feeling lazy remained in his nest and hoped no one would make him go on a patrol. Now if he could just fall back asleep.
Ambersong yawned as she padded out of the guard's den. She takes a moment to groom herself. The young guard was eager to start her day.
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benjiboi
"I'm not blind, I just can't see."
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Post by benjiboi on Mar 16, 2017 20:37:11 GMT -5
[Cinderthroat] [Tom] [32 moons] [Guard] [Tagged; None]
Stretching, the grey tom shook himself awake with a yawn. Getting to his paws, he left
the guard's den and into the cold early morning sunlight. He let out a quick puff of air
and sat aside to groom his morning fur, listening to the early day sounds.
[Brindlepaw] [She-cat] [7 moons] [Guard Neo] [Tagged; None]
She curled up, her nose tucked into her tail, already knowing that Currentfur wasn't a
morning cat, which meant she could stay in the warm neo's den until he was ready to
go out and train. It wasn't that she was a lazy cat, but she absolutely hated the feeling
of cold dew soaking into her fur so early in the morning. |
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Post by faundestwishes on Mar 16, 2017 23:07:14 GMT -5
Aspenfur pulls himself out of the den with his eyes practically shut. The tom plops down in the camp, he is hunched until he stretches out and opens his mouth for a wide yawn. The breeze was a bit cold in the morning, as it always was, and he couldn't wait until the rocks would start to warm under their feet. With sleep in his eyes he looks over the camp for a few minutes before going to fetch a piece of prey from the pile.
He pads to a small dip in the ground and proceeds to sit and slowly chew on his food- did cats ever think of how easy it would be to choke on their food? The thought itself has him pausing mid bite... He'd have to make sure he was careful.
Sharkkit felt like he barely escaped his mothers grooming this morning. Fur a bit ruffled from where he pointedly puffed it, he bounces out of the den. She follows after him and picks out a large gull for them to share. He purrs as he digs in next to her. He wonders if he could possibly get his mother to take him over to the beach today? Or into the woods. If not..maybe someone would be willing to take him for a small adventure?
(Novice... it seems trinkets deleted their account ;_; what should I do about Shellpaw?)
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Post by Novi on Mar 16, 2017 23:46:23 GMT -5
(Looks like it. Shellpaw will have to get a new mentor then. Any requests?)
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Post by faundestwishes on Mar 16, 2017 23:59:13 GMT -5
(I'll miss trinkets... but I have no requests, they are all lovely cats!)
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Post by Novi on Mar 17, 2017 0:02:31 GMT -5
(Front page has been edited :3 Quickflame is Shellpaw's new mentor)
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Post by faundestwishes on Mar 17, 2017 0:10:35 GMT -5
(excellent :3 danke! )
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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 Mar 17, 2017 0:15:20 GMT -5
( Oh nooo! I wonder why Trinkets deleted... that makes me sad ;m; )
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Post by perfectlypink♥ on Mar 17, 2017 15:09:59 GMT -5
(yay, Quickflame gets an apprentice!)
Copperfeather got out of her nest and stretched, dipping her chest to the ground and raising her dark russet red furry hind legs. She let out a small purr as she saw Sharkkit eating with his mother. She couldn't wait until her kits were finally born!
Quickflame woke up with a grunt, blinking several times to get his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight. He padded out of the den and looked around camp. "Shellpaw, come here! We're going hunting", he yowled to his apprentice, licking his lips with hunger. He had forgotten to eat last night, and wanted to fill his belly.
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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 Mar 17, 2017 15:10:41 GMT -5
Softwing snored softly, fast asleep in her nest, the previous days travels having sufficiently worn her out. With no one to wake her, she dozes peacefully as the clan begins to stir to life.
Sunpaw, contrastly, wakes in the dappled sunlight of the Neo's den and stretches out, moving into the clearing. He picks a rather comfortable patch of sun in the sand of the hollow, and plops back down, enjoying the feel of the warm light on his fur. Sighing comfortably, he leisurely grooms himself, allowing the clan to bustle to life around him. Watching Aspenfur, his whiskers twitch with amusement, stifling a laughing purr as Aspenfur regards his piece of fresh kill like a dangerous enemy. What an unusual cat...
Talongrasp pads out of her den, looking sharp as usual despite the persistent weariness in her bones. She had not slept well and woke near dawn, feeling fitful in her den. She had taken some time to scrutinize the job done by Sharkkit yesterday and found herself pleased at the kit's work. She took it as a sign of assurance that the young cat possessed the necessary sharpness and attention to detail needed to begin his Neoship, and walked pointedly towards the La, ignoring the fresh-kill pile, which was slowly dwindling as cats woke for their breakfast.
"Raggedwolf, we need to talk" She rasped, pushing down feelings of anxiety as the voices of the ancestors repeated the warning from the previous night. How would he react?
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 17, 2017 16:01:09 GMT -5
Rocksong looked around wondering if anyone wanted to go on a hunting patrol. If not she would go by herself. She thought about hunting for some fish.
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Post by perfectlypink♥ on Mar 17, 2017 16:07:54 GMT -5
Quickflame looked around camp for anyone else to take Shellpaw hunting with, and saw Rocksong doing the same thing as him. "Rocksong, I'm taking Shellpaw hunting. Would you like to come with us?", he mewed, his tortoiseshell tail flicking invitingly. "The more cats that will go hunting, the more food!", he thought to himself, his stomach growling. He would get grumpy if he didn't eat soon.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 17, 2017 16:29:20 GMT -5
(Ack it's Ambersong lol)
Ambersong nodded her head. "Would love too!" She makes her way over to Quickflame. "When are you heading out"?
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Post by Novi on Mar 17, 2017 16:38:17 GMT -5
Raggedwolf paused midbite and his eyes narrowed slightly. From the tone of Talongrasp's voice, their time of peace and ease for the tribe was over. "Here, or my den?" He inquired. He rose and shook his pelt out. La Stormbreeze had told him it was unusual for a leader to go without a crisis while he had been proxy. Which made sense. But he had to wonder what his would be. His pelt prickled with unease. Obviously he would lead his tribe through it, but he wanted to do it with as few issues as possible.
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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 Mar 17, 2017 17:29:33 GMT -5
Talongrasp nodded solemnly "You can finish your breakfast if you want, I'll wait in your den" She meowed, stepping around him. She stifled a bite of pity at her heart, reminding herself that Raggedwolf was not some kit, although she had watched him grow up. He was La of the clan, and she trusted him with the knowledge the ancestors had given her.
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Post by Novi on Mar 17, 2017 17:37:47 GMT -5
Raggedwolf scooped up his mouse and padded after her. Once inside, he set it down and pawed it towards her. "You should eat something too." He flicked his tail. Although it didn't appear she had much of an appetite, she should still eat breakfast. He sat down and curled his tail around his paws. "What did they say?" His eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to imagine it. Would there be a storm? Green-leaf tended to bring them. New predators?
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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 Mar 17, 2017 17:46:43 GMT -5
Talongrasp sniffed, "I know how to take care of myself, Raggedwolf" she snapped, wanting to remind him that she was well his senior, and experienced in taking care of herself while leading, but she bit back the words, instead taking a bite of the mouse.
She took a moment to chew and swallow, then locked her eyes on his, her voice grave and mystifying
"The tides are changing,
In more ways than one.
The link will be lost,
Once all is done.
Follow the moon,
Find the brethren of old."
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Post by Novi on Mar 17, 2017 18:05:56 GMT -5
"Spirits, I know that." Raggedwolf chuckled, but was pleased when she started eating. Sageheart had a tendency to remind him of his young age often. Not that he needed it. He'd been born when Talongrasp was named proxy. At her words, his eyes narrowed. A full prophecy? That must mean that this event was a big one. "Did they say anything about its meaning?"
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Post by faundestwishes on Mar 17, 2017 18:07:08 GMT -5
Shellpaw's head shoots up and she pads over towards her mentor, "Where are we going to go hunting?" She needed more practice with the pools, but she could also brush up on her stalking skills when in grass. She follows her mentors eyes as they invite another cat to join. "More the merrier?"
Aspenfur pauses as he feels eyes on him. He looks up, and quickly scans the cats. It looked like it was Sunpaw...? He feels his face grow hot and turns his attention back down to his prey. Well. That was certainly awkward.
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Post by perfectlypink♥ on Mar 17, 2017 18:35:35 GMT -5
"We'll hunt at the pools", Quickflame decided, giving Shellpaw a quick nod of acknowledgement. He glanced over at Ambersong to make sure she was ready. He flicked his ear to signal them forward, and padded toward the camp entrance
Copperfeather grabbed a mouse from the fresh-kill pile and walked into the center of camp, circling around before finding a comfy spot to eat. She glanced over at the hunting patrol that was about to leave, and gave a small sigh. She missed doing guard duties while being a dame, but she knew that having kits was worth it.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Mar 17, 2017 20:27:19 GMT -5
Ambersong nodded and follows him out of camp. She was eager to get going and to sink her teeth into something. Ambersong looks up at the bright sun in the sky.
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