Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 22, 2017 18:44:26 GMT -5
sameeeee
Alright, noble c:
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 22, 2017 18:46:31 GMT -5
[ lowkey want to make a clan again k i l l m e ]
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Post by ｅｋａ on Apr 22, 2017 18:54:30 GMT -5
i'm dead inside i have exams coming up and projects and im just. really dead
so dead
the most dead
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 22, 2017 18:58:09 GMT -5
[ ew I'm sorry libra :c
it would be nice if my teachers could talk to us about finals considering we only have 11 days of school left lol ]
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 22, 2017 19:10:38 GMT -5
oooo I would join if u made a clan rusheh
Omg that sucks lib</3
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 22, 2017 19:17:52 GMT -5
[ ah it will probably be rogues ye ]
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 22, 2017 19:20:51 GMT -5
oooo that sounds fun
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 22, 2017 19:23:10 GMT -5
[ i hope ]
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 22, 2017 19:50:19 GMT -5
[ I'm good with that! I need to rp Briarflame anyway lol ]
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 22, 2017 20:12:01 GMT -5
[ okay :3 ]
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 22, 2017 21:13:01 GMT -5
Briarflame padded toward the camp entrance, her mind wandering. She had been planning on going hunting, but now she wasn't so sure. It seemed that the fresh-kill pile was overflowing, and while she felt it as instinct to hunt for her clan, she wasn't so sure if she should. She didn't want all the prey on the pile and what she caught to go to waste. Furrowing her brow in thought, the she-cat wasn't paying attention where she was going, and stumbled into Cherrystorm. "Oh!" She exclaimed, shaking herself and pulling back from the tom. "I'm sorry Cherrystorm! I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." The long-haired she-cat's ears burned with embarrassment as she looked at the tom, whiskers twitching as though she were trying to lighten the situation for herself.
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 22, 2017 21:33:53 GMT -5
gonna reply soon uwu
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 22, 2017 21:44:14 GMT -5
[ okay^^
i probably won't get a reply in until tomorrow though ]
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 22, 2017 21:47:00 GMT -5
that's fine c:
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 22, 2017 21:49:44 GMT -5
[ okey c:
I've gotta go for the night, but I'll be on sometime tomorrow! ]
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 22, 2017 21:57:50 GMT -5
A string of emotions was pooling through Cherrystorm. He was pacing back and forth through the camp, his tail twitching back and forth with worry and anger. Where was she? Where had she gone? It hadn’t been long since any cat had last seen Sagepaw. The ginger tabby was beyond worried about his daughter. Of course she would have done something to escape. Of course she would have snuck out. Why hadn’t any of the healers kept a better eye on her? Had Icetail distracted Mothlight? What about Leafbriar, Willowbird, or Leafbriar? Any of the tenderpaws? Why had no cat watched over Sagepaw? She was injured and stuck in the healers’ den! She shouldn’t have been able to sneak out as easily as she had. In his reverie of annoyed and worried thought, Cherrystorm didn’t even notice the oncoming figure of Briarflame. Cherrystorm’s fur bristled, his claws unsheathing as he spun around with fangs bared. ”Do you not have eyes? Learn to use them!” He snapped, tail lashing in pure anger. Couldn’t this mouse-brained cat watch her steps? For the daughter of Mothlight, Cherrystorm would have assumed her to have more sense in her head. |
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 22, 2017 21:58:01 GMT -5
nighttt uvu
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Post by ᴊᴀʏғʀᴏsᴛ on Apr 23, 2017 0:46:11 GMT -5
In the end Breezepaw knew more than Icetail when it came to wounds and herbs. The white tomcat wasn’t going to challenge the young feline over something he knew only a small amount about. He knew what poppy seeds were, knew what cobwebs were, and somewhat knew about marigold. It was used for coughs, right? Eh, the elite didn’t know. At least he knew what marigold looked like. While Breezepaw was out here checking on the white tom’s wounds, he decided to ask a simple question. ”What’s your opinion on Gingerear’s leg?” If two healers, even if one was still in training, thought her leg may never heal right, then what were the odds that it healed correctly? Icetail wanted to know if Gingerear could still be a usable warrior later on. Once he had asked his question he turned his gaze toward Nettlemask. Perhaps that was something he would like to know as well. He’s the first cat to truly take interest in my idea. I want him around.
Turning back to do a final examination of Icetail's wounds, the tenderpaw started thinking if other herbs were required. I better give him some marigold in case they get infected. I hope we have enough.
"Hang on, I'm going to get some marigold for you," Breezepaw told the white tom as he picked up the cobwebs and trotted back to the herb stash. From the stash Breezepaw retrieved some marigold flowers and placed them in his mouth. We're running low on marigold, he made a mental note as he began to chew the marigold flowers into a poultice.
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 23, 2017 1:07:25 GMT -5
That had been about the same response Mothlight had given to him earlier. Gingerear’s wounds would take time to heal. She would be lucky to be out of the den within a moon. Exactly what his mate had said earlier. Deep down a part of the white tomcat hoped for the best. In fact, all of him wished for the best. If she healed properly then she would be of use to the Clan, of use to him. He could once again try to get her to change and come to his side of the plot. He needed all the cats he could get; Nettlemask was a start, but Icetail knew he needed more than just the pale-furred tomcat by his side. ”May the Givers give her a speedy recovery,” the elite murmured softly. He really did hope Gingerear recovered quickly and efficiently. Soon the tomcat’s mind went to the topic of marigold. Marigold? Wasn’t that used for coughs? Apparently not. Icetail sighed, flicking his tail and curling it around his paws in a neat fashion. The very tip of his feathery tail began to twitch ever so lightly against his paws. ”Alright, I’ll be here.” Not like he was going to go anywhere. While Breezepaw was off fetching marigold, Icetail turned to eye Nettlemask once more. He huffed. ”Of course these wounds would slow down what we need to talk about just as much as they would slow everything else down.” This reason alone was just one of many as to why wounds were so annoying. |
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Post by ᴊᴀʏғʀᴏsᴛ on Apr 23, 2017 1:37:37 GMT -5
(Now everyone knows that the tenderpaw squad has disappeared? HAHAHA. Time for the drama to unfold.)
Nightstorm realised something was definitely wrong when he saw Cherrystorm snap at Briarflame, a few tail lengths away from where he was sitting. Before that the tom had been pacing up and down the camp grounds, which Nightstorm dismissed as his normal routine. He knew that he had turned into a unbelievably troublesome worrywart when Sagepaw came back injured.
The dark tabby was never close to Cherrystorm- and he would never be. He wasn't fond of him. At the rate he was going with his unnecessary anxiety, Nightstorm didn't want to be involved with him at all. Awaiting Briarflame's response to his sharp reaction, he noticed that other cats were alerted by the conflict as well, especially Mapleflight.
The ginger she-cat watched on in horror, ready to intervene should the tension escalate. Why is he so angry? Unless... fox-dung! The current situation dawned on Mapleflight as she shot a dreadful glance at Falconmist. He realised that Sagepaw had disappeared!
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 23, 2017 9:46:07 GMT -5
[ hiya c:
I'll get a reply out to Briar and Cherry soon~ ]
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Post by ᴊᴀʏғʀᴏsᴛ on Apr 23, 2017 10:02:53 GMT -5
(Aight take your time, I'm going to bed. :^) G'night!)
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 23, 2017 10:21:18 GMT -5
At the hostility of Cherrystorm, Briarflame was immediately taken aback. Pulling away, the she-cat narrowed her eyes, fur bristling. "I'm sorry I made a mistake!" She spat, plumy tail furiously lashing behind her. "With an attitude like that it's a wonder you haven't been killed yet!" Briarflame said the words without shame, yellow eyes bright in anger. What gave this cat the right to spring on her like that? Just because his daughter was injured, didn't give him the right to act like a crazy fox. And Briarflame couldn't help but agree with Sagepaw. If she had to deal with a father like Cherrystorm, she would have flung herself at a fox and run off as well.
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 23, 2017 11:59:44 GMT -5
Cherrystorm felt a growl vibrate against the bottom of his throat. Tail lashing and eyes narrowed, it looked like the tom was about to pounce on Briarflame. Luckily that didn't happen. At least not yet. If given the chance the ginger tabby would leap on the brown she-cat without any hesitation. ”You should be sorry,” he spat. Right now he didn’t care at all about the possible scene he was making standing there arguing with Briarflame. All he cared about right now was that his daughter was gone to Givers knew where! Sometimes he realized that his daughter would be the very death of him. Another growl came from the tomcat. He took a step closer to the she-cat, back arching to make himself look even bigger. ”With you running into things I’m surprised you’ve made it this long. How many cats like you usually survive? Not many. They make it to maybe three moons into training and then a fox gets them,” Cherrystorm hissed, more than ready to jump on the pale brown tabby. He didn’t care if she was Mothlight’s daughter. Her parentage didn’t make her any less of an annoying furball. |
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 23, 2017 12:40:58 GMT -5
Briarflame lashed her tail. If Cherrystorm wanted to play dirty, she could play dirty. If she had one advantage on him it was her size. Briarflame was large for a she-cat, and part of it was because of her long coat. She had definitely taken after her father in that department, and if put next to him, she looked almost exactly like him. But, this wasn't the time to reflect on the deceased protector. This was about Briarflame and Cherrystorm.
Hissing, the she-cat arched her back as well. She knew that she shouldn't be fighting a clanmate, but what choice did she have? She wasn't just going to let the tom badger her. "Well it looks like I survived!" She hissed, taking a step toward the side of the tom. "That's more than I can say for the cats you've been involved with. No wonder they're gone!" Flexing her claws, the tabby and white she-cat bared her teeth, lashing her tail once more.
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Apr 23, 2017 13:07:30 GMT -5
Briarflame was bigger than him, more muscular and able to knock him down with a punch. But what Cherrystorm lacked in size and strength he made up for in speed and agility. He was almost more experienced than the she-cat before him. If it came down to it the ginger tom was confident in his abilities to beat the she-cat. She couldn’t defeat him. He had everything on his side. Or at least he thought so. That was it. That was the last straw. Cherrystorm felt a thunderstorm of rage flow through him. His claws unsheathed as far as they could extend, his paws flexing. How dare she mention Hollyheart. How dare she mention the fact that Hollyheart was gone. How dare she. Not once did Cherrystorm bring up Briarflame’s deceased father, not once! Yet here she was, bringing up the deceased love of Cherrystorm’s life. And not in a positive way. That was more than the ginger tabby could take when it came to the she-cat’s snappy words. Without even thinking anything through Cherrystorm brought his front limb up and slashed his claws right at Briarflame’s face. ”Don’t you dare say that,” he growled from the bottom of his throat. No cat got away with saying such a thing to him. |
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 23, 2017 13:25:31 GMT -5
Briarflame felt a satisfied smirk creep onto her face when she spat out her words. It was pathetic, the way she was acting, but what else could she do? She wasn't going to let this tom walk all over her. Sure he was older, much more wiser, but that meant nothing to Briarflame. If he couldn't respect her, then she couldn't respect him.
The smirk was wiped off the she-cat's face as soon as she felt claws strike. Yowling in surprise and when the stinging feeling set in, Briarflame unsheathed her claws. How dare this cat think he was so high and mighty and that could just attack her! That was it. "Looks like I just did." The she-cat spat, and without hesitation she lunged at the tom, claws out and teeth bared. The she-cat hadn't planned on getting physical, but that was long gone. She was going to do whatever it took to get him away now.
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Hearing spitting and yowling, the small tom known as Nettlemask jerked his head over to the noise. He narrowed his eyes as he saw his fellow protectors fighting. What had gotten into them? Glancing back to Icetail, the tom rolled his eyes and got up, bounding over to the two hostile cat. "Hey!" He hissed, batting a paw in-between the two. "What's gotten into you two? Cut it out!" He words were rough and serious.
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