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Post by Featherwing on Jun 2, 2017 18:32:35 GMT -5
(for some reason I'm visualizing Jagged as either a young London fellow or a young guy from Sydney Australia)
"Oi, Caimanpaw, lets get some breakfast. Shadowstalker will give me that– I hope" Jaggedpaw didn't look very sure, even though his voice attempted confidence. Looking at his cousin, he tilted his head, "Chum? Oh you're up" He grinned widely at the other dark pelted tom, completely ignoring Coldpaw. His gut twidged a bit at his dismissal of the other cat but he just squared his shoulders, no ashcat would ever fit into BayouClan– not really. "Frostpaw, you and Webpaw can join us too if you'd like– assming Caimanpaw is hungry" That was given, but it needed to be said. Jaggedpaw wasn't completely selfish.
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Post by Ƈσяαℓ Mєямαι∂ ღ on Jun 2, 2017 19:03:11 GMT -5
[ Saint Ambrosef you know my username is not Stealthcreek, right?you put that as my username in the members section. Lol ] |
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Post by Saint Ambrosef on Jun 2, 2017 19:14:52 GMT -5
[[I'm putting SN's instead of usernames, because tags mess up the aesthetic format :x ]]
"No thanks," Frostpaw said primly. "I'll have something when we come back."
The two siblings pushed past the others into the foyer hall, where their mentors were chatting in low tones. They didn't want to wake the camp. The front door had been propped open by a rock, probably to allow the fresh whitesky breeze into the camp. The loose floorboard creaked beneath her.
Webpaw veered away to the left, where a stack of prey had been left for the clan. He sniffed it delicately, then plucked a kingbird from the top of the pile.
"Not that one," said the tom who was speaking to Shadowstalker. His fur was a peculiar splotch of black, gray, and white. Pale gray eyes fixated on Webpaw. "You'll want to eat light today. Save your appetite for later."
The apprentice tried to muffle a protest through the bird's feathers, but the unblinking stare from the tom won out. His tail drooped slightly, and he exchanged his kingbird for the much smaller mouse at the edge of the pile. It was stiff and cold. Frostpaw could see his pelt prickling with furstration.
Great, she thought in exasperation. Now he's in a bad mood.
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Post by Ƈσяαℓ Mєямαι∂ ღ on Jun 2, 2017 19:32:48 GMT -5
[[I'm putting SN's instead of usernames, because tags mess up the aesthetic format :x ]]
"No thanks," Frostpaw said primly. "I'll have something when we come back."
The two siblings pushed past the others into the foyer hall, where their mentors were chatting in low tones. They didn't want to wake the camp. The front door had been propped open by a rock, probably to allow the fresh whitesky breeze into the camp. The loose floorboard creaked beneath her.
Webpaw veered away to the left, where a stack of prey had been left for the clan. He sniffed it delicately, then plucked a kingbird from the top of the pile.
"Not that one," said the tom who was speaking to Shadowstalker. His fur was a peculiar splotch of black, gray, and white. Pale gray eyes fixated on Webpaw. "You'll want to eat light today. Save your appetite for later."
The apprentice tried to muffle a protest through the bird's feathers, but the unblinking stare from the tom won out. His tail drooped slightly, and he exchanged his kingbird for the much smaller mouse at the edge of the pile. It was stiff and cold. Frostpaw could see his pelt prickling with furstration.
Great, she thought in exasperation. Now he's in a bad mood. [ oh okay - I'll rp tomorrow since I'm on mobile right now ] |
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Post by Saint Ambrosef on Jun 2, 2017 19:50:43 GMT -5
[[ bona res, vide hodie mea amica ]]
[[ Also, to those I've accepted who have apprentices, let me know if you have a mentor preference. Only Mirestar is off-limits, and probably Tawnytail since she's not exactly friendly to young cats lol ]]
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Post by Featherwing on Jun 2, 2017 21:57:01 GMT -5
Jaggedpaw followed after the siblings, giving his chest a few quick licks at the entrance when he overheard the mentors warning the pair ahead of him not to eat too heavily–
"Wait where are we going?" He asked, head tilting to the side in confusion. "Where could we possibly go besides the Shredding Rocks that would make us have a light breakfast?"
A bit petulant, yes, yes he was. He hated getting up at dawn. Dawn was for those smoke lunged idiots in the north. No one sane was up at dawn.
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Post by mimikyutie on Jun 2, 2017 23:05:45 GMT -5
(Hey! I'll make sure to start rping tomorrow)
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Post by Dragoness on Jun 3, 2017 7:32:56 GMT -5
Shadecreek had already been up for quite some time. Even though she had lived in the clan for almost a year, she never seemed to get used to the swamp cats' strange sleeping routine. She liked to go out hunting on her own in the short hours before the sun came up. The silence the moonlight offered was infinitely precious to her, as she liked the cold, peaceful air present before dawn. It gave her time to think, and made her feel closer to her new home and their strange kin spirits. Now the other cats were starting to wake up, and she watched in silence as the whole clan slowly awakened. By the time the sun had set, the camp was buzzing with life. Shadecreek jumped gracefully to her feet, feeling like she should get to work. While she preffered hunting alone, she knew the clan would gain more prey if she took someone with her. Her gaze scanned the camp in a search for someone to invite with her on a hunt.
Unlike his sister, Mistytooth was perfectly at ease with sleeping until dawn. In fact, it was one of his favourite things about BayouClan. However, he hated feeling like he wasn't contribuing to the clan's welfare, and decided it was time to wake up as soon as he saw the first cats around him stir in their nests. He padded out of his den with a great yawn, slowly blinking away the sleep from his eyes. Whenever someone passed by him, he greeted them with a polite "Good morning!" in a still groggy, but friendly voice. He groomed his pelt quickly, and started to feel new energy rushing to his veins. His head was already racing with thoughts of what the day might bring, and his paws itching to get something done.
Antpaw was awakened by the sound of her den mates' bickering. Half-asleep, she muttered insults at them to get them to shut up. She longed to go back to sleep, but it was far too late. When she had first opened her eyes, it was impossible for her to return to her dreams. Besides, even in her drowsy morning state, she was well aware of her duties as an apprentice. She had stayed up late working on a specific battle move, but while she had improved drastically, there was still a way to go until she had perfected it. With a grumpy groan, she pulled herself to her feet and padded after the other apprentices. As soon as she was up and walking, her sleepiness fell away in favour of her usual determination to become the absolutely best warrior she could be. While she was no longer sleepy, her grumpiness usually lasted for at least half an hour more after waking up.
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Post by Saint Ambrosef on Jun 3, 2017 10:55:30 GMT -5
[[ Okay, new apprentices have mentors! I tried to match them with cats that have similar personalities, or have traits that they could benefit learning. Trying to think like a leader.  ]]
[[ Weaselbriar will mentor Claypaw (patience against disobedience); Shadecreek will mentor Bogpaw (both are loners within their clans); Mistytooth will mentor Darkpaw (both have short tails); and Stealthcreek will mentor Antpaw (both are small, underestimated she-cats).
And also, xfogpathx You're allowed to choose your own apprentices' warrior names, but if you don't have any preference or can't choose between several, I can name them. ]]
[[ I will reply in a minute. ]]
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Post by Dragoness on Jun 3, 2017 11:05:11 GMT -5
Looks great! I gotta go, but I'm ready to rp later tonight.  ) |
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Post by xfogpathx on Jun 3, 2017 11:56:21 GMT -5
((Wonderful, thank you.))
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Post by Ƈσяαℓ Mєямαι∂ ღ on Jun 3, 2017 11:58:56 GMT -5
✯ [ I'm here, but I'm doing other things atm, so I can't really roleplay a lot today, I'm sorry ] |
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Post by Saint Ambrosef on Jun 3, 2017 12:49:02 GMT -5
The deputy cast her apprentice a glance. "You're not. Fogwalker's taking Webpaw on some special training course today. You and I will be working on hunting--that spring of yours could use a little work."
Webpaw snorted from where he crouched over his measly meal. To his sister, he muttered, "He looks like a clumsy goose taking flight!"
Then he caught sight of Fogwalker's withering gaze once more. He instinctually shrunk back, then scowled at himself. He'd been his apprentice for two moons, and something about the mysterious tom still creeped him out. Fogwalker has a peculiar sense of training techniques, and he seemed to focus on details none of the other mentors paid much heed to--yesterday he had scolded Webpaw for stepping on a crackly leaf while on patrol. It wasn't like he was hunting, just taking a casual stroll through the swamp. He wondered if he'd make him do more drills today.
Frostpaw shot and exasperated glance between the two toms. He brother was so needlessly antagonistic to the others.
There was creak from above as a cat slipped down the stairs. Mirestar's mottled tabby coat shone sleek in the early morning light, and he dipped his head in greeting to the mentors at the foot of the stairs. They already had assignments. His green eyes searched, until he spotted a dark gray head poke out of the hole at the bottom of the door of the study.
"Stormcrest!" he called softly. He didn't want to wake the kits just yet. "I need you for the morning."
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Post by Featherwing on Jun 3, 2017 13:07:12 GMT -5
Jaggedpaw shot a glare at Webpaw, unsure of the comment because he didn't quite hear it. Something about a goose, and he assumed it was an insult. Most of what Webpaw ever said was insults. "At least I don't sink" he muttered primly then turned to his mentor, "Fine. Where are we going?" Realistically, Jaggedpaw knew he needed to work on his pouncing. He couldn't help it though! He just had so much weight to toss around and it was just easier to lunge at something than to leap. He fell into the bog last time because the log he was on got all wobbly and he couldn't keep his balance.
Hilarious, he was sure, but something he did not want to repeat. He would be more respectful when it was just him and Shadowstalker– he did want to learn after all.
Stormtrail was lumbering out of the warriors den, squeezing past Stormcrest as he made his way into the main foyer. "Right, where is Coldpaw?" he muttered to himself, eyes peering around for the former CalderaClan kitten. He better be up his muzzle pulled downwards slightly in a frown, brow furrowing.
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Post by xfogpathx on Jun 3, 2017 18:05:47 GMT -5
Stormcrest emerged from the warriors den with a yawn, stretching out her half-asleep body. She heard the soft sound of paw steps down the staircase but paid them no mind. Her groggy mind was more focused on finding something to eat. Her ears perked at the sound of her name and she turned her head to see Mirestar calling for her by the stairs. That woke her up in an instant. "Y-yes, sir!" she chirped and hurried over to her leader, trying not to make enough noise to wake anyone else. An easy task for her swift paws. She drew up to Mirestar and dipped her head in a terse, respectful bob. "What can I do for you this morning, Mirestar?" the young warrior asked with slight tilt of her head.
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Post by Ƈσяαℓ Mєямαι∂ ღ on Jun 3, 2017 18:14:46 GMT -5
✯ [ will not be able to rp for about a week. my keyboard broke, so I'm waiting for my dad to send me a new onw. (I'm on my boyfriend's laptop for now, but I can't stay on long) ] |
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Post by xfogpathx on Jun 3, 2017 18:47:00 GMT -5
((Hi! I believe you mentor my apprentice Claypaw, if you want to do something with him. I also have Rattlesong and Bogpaw open at the moment.))
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Post by Dragoness on Jun 4, 2017 6:14:05 GMT -5
Hey! All my characters are open as well, if any of you wanna rp. Shadecreek mentors Bogpaw so we could probably go training if you want? I also think Rattlesong would make cute friends with both Mistytooth and Shadecreek. Since Coral's going to be off for some time, I wouldn't mind Antpaw doing something with the other apprentices, either..😉 ))
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Post by Saint Ambrosef on Jun 4, 2017 10:55:59 GMT -5
"You and I will head south by the shack<" Shadowstalker mewed. "There's some low-handing branches that will serve us nicely." She flicked the tip of her tail across his ears none-too-gently. "And be nice to your denmate. We don't tolerate petty squabbles in this clan."
At the sound of his mentors voice, Coldpaw squeezed out of closet. "I'm up! I'm up!" he panted, racing to stand in front of Stormtail. His fur was standing every which-way. "I was just washing," he added sheepishly. He probably wouldn't get to finish the job. "Are we joining the dawn patrol?"
"Unfortunately," Webpaw muttered under his breath. Great. An ashcat to trail them for the day. He'd just have to stay far away from him.
"If we're all here, we should move out." The black deputy exchanged a glance with their mentors, then counted heads. She paused, frowning. "Where's Antpaw?"
Mirestar stiffled an amused smile at the she-cat's jumpiness. "How are you at tracking? I want you to pick a few cats and then join me on a security patrol in the south. I was informed that there was a suspicious bit of crowfood on our territory--we may have rogues about."
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Post by xfogpathx on Jun 4, 2017 11:37:05 GMT -5
((Sure, we can do something with Bogpaw and Shadecreek if you want. I also dont mind Mistytooth and Shadecreek being friends with Rattlesong.))
((Also, Shadowstalker, I just read Six of Crows!))
"Oh, I can definitely track!" Stormcrest reassured him with a hint of pride but hesitated for a moment. "You want...me to pick the patrol?" She was one of the younger warriors in the clan. She wasn't used to making decisions like this. Maybe it was a test. Well, It was a test she wasn't about to fail.
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Post by Dragoness on Jun 4, 2017 14:02:24 GMT -5
Antpaw's ears prickled at the sound of her name. She jumped to her paws as quickly as she could manage, and scrambled over to Shadowstalker. "I'm here", she said in a calm voice, trying to seem cool. She would hate for the deputy to think she was lazy. She glanced quickly at the other apprentices, calculating their strengths and weakness, wondering how she would look next to them. After considering for a while, she decided she wouldn't need to worry. Perhaps, she instead should worry about finally making some friends? A couple of days ago, Mistytooth had expressed concern about how much time she spent training, and that it maybe would be good for her to get herself some friends. At the time Antpaw had flicked her tail annoyed at him, but the idea kept tickling the back of her mind. But she wasn't lonely, no way! It would be just because learning social codes would be neccessary if she were to become the best warrior.
Shadecreek saw Shadowstalker assembling many of the apprentices, and brightened up. She knew exactly who she would take with her on a hunting patrol. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly when she couldn't spot her apprentice anywhere. With graceful steps, she strided over to the apprentice den and poked her head inside. "Bogpaw!" she called softly. Despite her annyoance at the young she-cat for sleeping so late, Shadecreek despised the thought of creating unneccessary drama by making a scene. If she never raised her voice, it would be much more effective when she first did. When she shouted, the whole clan would listen because they knew it was serious.
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Post by xfogpathx on Jun 4, 2017 14:25:09 GMT -5
Bogpaw awoke with a start in her nest, kicking her brother in the head in the process. "I'm up, I'm up!" she squealed as she scrambled out of her nest. The groans and grumbles of her brother not even registering in her mind as she hurried towards her mentor. "I-I wasn't asleep. I was...uh...grooming?" she said with sheepish flick of her ears. The state of her pelt gave away her weak fib. It stuck up around her small form like the ruffled downy feathers of a baby bird. "...I didn't get far."
Claypaw let out a snort and sat up in his nest lazily. It began to groom his own pelt showily just to annoy his sister. She shot him a grimace but said nothing as he started smoothing his coat. He was always trying to mess with her.
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Post by dou on Jun 4, 2017 14:25:39 GMT -5
Tail curling softly in annoyance at the early morning, Weaselbriar fluffed up her brown fur, her jaws parting in one monster of a yawn. Her eyes slammed shut, her fur fluffing out as she rolled over in her nest. She groaned to herself, lifting herself to her paws before stretching out her limbs, purring quietly to herself at the satisfying popping noise. The warrior lifted her head, her gaze flickering around the room before she trotted from the "den." The she-cat shook out her long fur, rasping her tongue over her nose before sitting herself down and licking at her brown pelt. Weaselbriar let her gaze lift, her eyes landing on that of her mate, her soft gaze raking through his mottled brown fur. She got to her paws, purring gently before padding over, her toes light on the ground beneath her feet. She gave him a soft lick over his ear, settling down beside him and waiting for his conversation to be over.
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Post by Dragoness on Jun 4, 2017 14:54:34 GMT -5
Shadecreek rolled her eyes at her apprentice's weak excuse. She was about to scold her for wasting valuable time, but caught the exchange of looks between Bogpaw and her brother. It reminded her of herself and Mistytooth when they were younger, and she couldn't keep the tiniest of smiles from escaping her lips. "I'm going to let your late 'grooming' slide this time, but if you do it again, you can be certain that you'll be cleaning out Cacklestump's nest for months", she said in a plain voice. She didn't sound mad, but made it clear that she was being serious.
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Post by xfogpathx on Jun 4, 2017 15:08:37 GMT -5
Bogpaw just barely contained her expression of horror at the thought of being responsible for that particular chore. Of course. "I will try to be more...punctual, Shadecreek." she dipped her head respectfully before turning her head slightly to make a face at her brother before slipping out past her mentor. Claypaw returned the face to her retreating hindquarters before standing from his nest and moving towards the entrance. "After you." he purred with a wave of his tail, waiting for her to leave the den so he could get out.
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Post by Dragoness on Jun 4, 2017 15:19:36 GMT -5
Shadecreek snickered to herself as she pulled her head out of the den, and moved swiftly towards the exit of the camp. With a flick of the tail, she beckoned Bogpaw to follow her, but didn't turn around to check if did. "You're welcome to join us if you want, Claypaw. We're going hunting today", she said to her apprentice's unruly brother, finally looking over her shoulder at the young siblings.
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Post by xfogpathx on Jun 4, 2017 15:41:46 GMT -5
Bogpaw followed after her mentor and softly sighed at her mentors invitation. Why? Claypaw would completely overshadow her if they trained together. He always did. She glanced over her shoulder with a frown. Luckily for her, Claypaw shook his head. Thank the Kin Spirits.
"As much as I would love to hunt along side such a graceful she-cat, I think I have to decline your offer." he purred with a grin, his golden eyes sparking mischievously. "I think a meal is in order. If Im lucky, my mentor wont come looking for some time."
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