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Post by Moonblazer on Feb 23, 2021 21:03:05 GMT -5
(Ayo! Wanna do some FrostGhost and MothOwl?) Frostmoon sighed as she carried a small mouse into camp. It had been the only prey she could find out there, a disappointing feat for her, as she liked to think she tried as hard as possible to do as much as she could for the clan. Instead of moping though, the determined she-cat tossed the mouse on the meager prey-pile and looked around for something else to do. Mothsong stretched, having just spent time training her apprentice. She had free time, though she would have preferred to spent the day patrolling and scowling over Shadowclan's temporary takeover of Fourtrees. Though, she bitterly supposed she had no right to complain about their actions. It was not as if she was favored in Starclan's eyes, with a father like hers, and a disloyal mother as well. It was hard to ignore that, even now, even when her anger for Lightningstar had turned more into anger of herself. |
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Post by Icefire15 on Feb 23, 2021 21:25:02 GMT -5
Ghostscreech was grooming his pelt outside the mostly rebuilt warriors den, having just come back from a border patrol. The deputy wanted to take a small break before getting up to help with more of the repairs.
Owlfrost was heading towards the camp entrance, deciding to go and try to find some more prey. He also wanted to get out of camp for a while, wanting to stretch his legs.
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Post by Moonblazer on Feb 23, 2021 21:36:37 GMT -5
Frostmoon's searching paused as she spotted sight of the deputy, her ears flicking as a strange warmth filled her pelt. It was weird, and as much as she disliked feeling this way, it was hard to take her eyes away from the tom. She shook her head, swallowing down her feelings as she decided to see if he had anything for her to do. She approached him quickly, lifting her muzzle. "Ghostscreech? Do you have anything you'd like me to do in camp?"
Mothsong flicked her tail as she noticed Owlfrost leaving the camp entrance. She felt a sudden urge to call to him, still reeling over the fact that he did not seem to hate her as she had once thought she hated him. There was no use in doing so. She was a hypocrite, after all. Better half-clan than half-rouge, anyway. She sighed, before she stood and trailed after him. "You going hunting?...Mind if I join you?"
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Post by Icefire15 on Feb 23, 2021 21:53:44 GMT -5
Ghostscreech looked up as Frostmoon approached, “I was going to go check on repairs here in a bit.” He said, flicking his tail, “I was thinking of heading out to try and find some more materials as well, you can help me with that. Two can carry more.”
Owlfrost glanced over his shoulder at Mothsong as she spoke to him. He gave a shrug before turning back, “If you want. I don’t mind.” He said.
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Post by Frozen on Feb 23, 2021 22:02:59 GMT -5
Hi)
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Post by Moonblazer on Feb 23, 2021 22:22:40 GMT -5
Ghostscreech looked up as Frostmoon approached, “I was going to go check on repairs here in a bit.” He said, flicking his tail, “I was thinking of heading out to try and find some more materials as well, you can help me with that. Two can carry more.” Owlfrost glanced over his shoulder at Mothsong as she spoke to him. He gave a shrug before turning back, “If you want. I don’t mind.” He said. "I...yeah, that would be fine. Anything to help out the clan, after all." Frostmoon found herself having a harder time than usual finding words. She scolded herself sharply, not wanting to look like a fool in front of anyone, let alone her deputy. She offered a calm nod, a tilt in her voice edged with humor. "I don't think you'd be able to carry the camp's materials on your back." Mothsong blinked, bewildered momentarily at his acceptance, before her eyes hardened again and she fell into step, slightly behind him. How could he seem so flippant? Something pulled at her, something she wanted to ask him. "Have you been feeling any sort of way?...At least, with what happened with Shadowclan? I never know if you ever think about them, because of...you know." She asked, wondering if he thought of Shadowclan as much as she thought of her father's former rouge group. |
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The Savage Jaguar
Hey since we gotta wait hook me up with some of that good stuff!
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Post by The Savage Jaguar on Feb 23, 2021 22:26:00 GMT -5
(Heyo. Hope everyone's been doing good.)
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Post by Moonblazer on Feb 23, 2021 22:33:08 GMT -5
(Heya, Savage! Good to see you!)
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Post by Frozen on Feb 23, 2021 22:34:28 GMT -5
Doing ok, how about you?)
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Post by Moonblazer on Feb 23, 2021 22:37:21 GMT -5
(I sadly gotta go for the night for work early tomorrow, but I'll hop on to rp during my free time at work!)
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Heterosexual
The Savage Jaguar
Hey since we gotta wait hook me up with some of that good stuff!
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Post by The Savage Jaguar on Feb 23, 2021 23:21:52 GMT -5
(I'm good. I've been around but just kinda lurking cuz the rp is a little slow since we're busy.)
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Post by Icefire15 on Feb 25, 2021 14:13:30 GMT -5
Ghostscreech looked up as Frostmoon approached, “I was going to go check on repairs here in a bit.” He said, flicking his tail, “I was thinking of heading out to try and find some more materials as well, you can help me with that. Two can carry more.” Owlfrost glanced over his shoulder at Mothsong as she spoke to him. He gave a shrug before turning back, “If you want. I don’t mind.” He said. "I...yeah, that would be fine. Anything to help out the clan, after all." Frostmoon found herself having a harder time than usual finding words. She scolded herself sharply, not wanting to look like a fool in front of anyone, let alone her deputy. She offered a calm nod, a tilt in her voice edged with humor. "I don't think you'd be able to carry the camp's materials on your back." Mothsong blinked, bewildered momentarily at his acceptance, before her eyes hardened again and she fell into step, slightly behind him. How could he seem so flippant? Something pulled at her, something she wanted to ask him. "Have you been feeling any sort of way?...At least, with what happened with Shadowclan? I never know if you ever think about them, because of...you know." She asked, wondering if he thought of Shadowclan as much as she thought of her father's former rouge group. Ghostscreech gave a light smile, “No, I don’t think I would be able to. Maybe we should find some of the apprentices. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind some extra work.” He suggested, finishing grooming his pelt and standing up, “I’ll go check on the repairs if you want to see if any of them want to help.” He said. Owlfrost glanced back at Mothsong as he pushed himself out of camp, “You think I’m torn between ThunderClan and my father’s clan?” He said, “Don’t worry. ShadowClan is only where my father was born, and he was the only connection I ever had with them. I was born here. My loyalty is ThunderClan, no one else.” |
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Post by Willow on Feb 25, 2021 16:23:50 GMT -5
snoop )
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Post by Icefire15 on Feb 25, 2021 16:26:33 GMT -5
Hi!)
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Post by Willow on Feb 25, 2021 16:54:05 GMT -5
Shadowblossom was snoozing in the warrior's den, the warrior feeling rather exhausted from morning patrol after not eating well for so long.
Seafoam hummed quietly to herself as she built her new nest in the elder's den. The she-cat was looking rather frail these days, even though she had just become an elder. Her light gray fur was quickly turning white around the muzzle.
Brackenheart was digging his claws repeatedly in the ground outside of the warriors den, the tom feeling rather restless.
Blizzardstorm was sitting next to Brackenheart, trying to ease his cousin's increasing worry for their clan.
Nettlepatch and Cloudysky trotted out of camp together, heading towards the border to look for prey.
Darktail sat at the edge of camp, grooming his fur. He grumbled as he caught sight of the ugly scar on his back leg again. He sighed, knowing he got it from dragging Petalsky's body to safety. He looked up at the sky, hoping his sister was safe in the stars.
Flamesky was twitching in his nest, the tom seemingly having a bad dream as he let out a quiet whimper.
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Post by Moonblazer on Feb 25, 2021 18:30:13 GMT -5
"I...yeah, that would be fine. Anything to help out the clan, after all." Frostmoon found herself having a harder time than usual finding words. She scolded herself sharply, not wanting to look like a fool in front of anyone, let alone her deputy. She offered a calm nod, a tilt in her voice edged with humor. "I don't think you'd be able to carry the camp's materials on your back." Mothsong blinked, bewildered momentarily at his acceptance, before her eyes hardened again and she fell into step, slightly behind him. How could he seem so flippant? Something pulled at her, something she wanted to ask him. "Have you been feeling any sort of way?...At least, with what happened with Shadowclan? I never know if you ever think about them, because of...you know." She asked, wondering if he thought of Shadowclan as much as she thought of her father's former rouge group. Ghostscreech gave a light smile, “No, I don’t think I would be able to. Maybe we should find some of the apprentices. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind some extra work.” He suggested, finishing grooming his pelt and standing up, “I’ll go check on the repairs if you want to see if any of them want to help.” He said. Owlfrost glanced back at Mothsong as he pushed himself out of camp, “You think I’m torn between ThunderClan and my father’s clan?” He said, “Don’t worry. ShadowClan is only where my father was born, and he was the only connection I ever had with them. I was born here. My loyalty is ThunderClan, no one else.” Frostmoon felt a small flicker of emotion at that, the thought of a bunch of apprentices working with them making her want to huff a bit. She gawked at her own immaturity, scolding herself sharply. More apprentices to help would make the work faster. She nodded, before she quickly turned to compose herself. Which apprentices were even in camp at the moment? “...Is that so?” Mothsong murmured after he answered, surprised that he made it sound so...so easy, to detach himself from his father’s origins. She glanced away, but spoke thoughtfully, gruffly. “...How do you make it sound so simple? If he were still alive, would you feel the same way?” She asked. |
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Post by Icefire15 on Mar 16, 2021 19:09:03 GMT -5
Heyo!)
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Post by Foxstar26 on Mar 27, 2021 14:16:35 GMT -5
Hey guys)
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Post by Willow on Mar 27, 2021 14:17:32 GMT -5
hewwo )
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Post by Foxstar26 on Mar 27, 2021 14:53:02 GMT -5
Willow :3 care to rp?)
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Post by Willow on Mar 27, 2021 14:57:20 GMT -5
sure!! I made a starting post a couple of posts ago if you want to reply to that lol )
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Post by Moonblazer on Mar 27, 2021 14:58:18 GMT -5
(Hiya! Gonna snail post when I can)
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Post by Foxstar26 on Mar 29, 2021 11:27:11 GMT -5
Badgernight stoped into the elders den with moss. He set it down next to his mate before meowing. “I still can’t believe we live in here now.”
Mistlight was watching Patchkit roll around with a feather. The kit squeaking with delight at the ‘catch’
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Post by Willow on Mar 29, 2021 12:14:26 GMT -5
Seafoam took some of the moss he had brought in and spread it over their nests, "I know! It's so peaceful and quiet in here." she purred, "It's nice after all the commotion of the last couple months."
Blizzardstorm trotted over to Mistlight, settling down beside his sister. "How are you and the kits?" he asked cheerfully, moving his gaze to watch Patchkit.
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Post by Icefire15 on Mar 31, 2021 12:07:35 GMT -5
Boop)
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Post by Willow on Mar 31, 2021 13:10:07 GMT -5
Did Squirrel move into the nursery yet Ice? )
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Post by Icefire15 on Mar 31, 2021 13:24:46 GMT -5
Yes lol she moved there after they returned to camp after the fire.)
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Post by Willow on Mar 31, 2021 14:21:27 GMT -5
okay that's what I thought but I couldn't remember. We could do some FlamexBroken since Blizzard is occupied ^.^ or Arcticbreeze and Shadowblossom, they're technically sisters but we never have them interact lol )
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Post by Icefire15 on Mar 31, 2021 14:51:30 GMT -5
That’s true lol yeah we can do that. Want to make a starter??)
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Post by Willow on Mar 31, 2021 18:29:46 GMT -5
Flamesky trotted into camp, a scrawny mouse and a sparrow in his jaws. He quickly made his way over to the fresh kill pile to deposit the sparrow before taking the scrawny mouse for himself.
Shadowblossom stretched with a yawn as she exited the warrior cat's den. Looking around, she searched for something to do.
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