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Post by Fern on Jul 25, 2017 13:03:11 GMT -5
HELLO FRIENDS
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Post by Flarestream on Jul 25, 2017 13:28:06 GMT -5
hello hello ^^
yeh please I need them tips ughhhh
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Post by TellTaleHeart on Jul 25, 2017 14:03:39 GMT -5
(Anyone want to RP with any of my cats? I have Palepaw, Chris, and Ember.)
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Post by Flarestream on Jul 25, 2017 21:18:20 GMT -5
hello hellooo
Sure, Tell! I have a few replies I think I have to get to first, though!
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Post by Myst on Jul 25, 2017 21:18:39 GMT -5
yes hi hello~
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Post by TellTaleHeart on Jul 25, 2017 21:22:57 GMT -5
(Hello~)
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Post by Myst on Jul 25, 2017 21:23:51 GMT -5
hello hello~
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Post by Fern on Jul 25, 2017 21:24:01 GMT -5
(Hello ;D )
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Post by TellTaleHeart on Jul 25, 2017 21:26:03 GMT -5
(...are we just going to spend the next half-hour saying 'hi' to one another? ;p )
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Post by Fern on Jul 25, 2017 21:26:24 GMT -5
( I think so..... )
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Post by Myst on Jul 25, 2017 21:26:27 GMT -5
/whispers/ yes
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 25, 2017 21:26:33 GMT -5
mmm yes
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Post by TellTaleHeart on Jul 25, 2017 21:28:51 GMT -5
(lol. Glad we got that cleared up, then.)
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 25, 2017 21:34:58 GMT -5
howdy partner
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Post by TellTaleHeart on Jul 25, 2017 21:36:37 GMT -5
(Does anyone want one of their characters to interact with an apprentice or a pair of loners?)
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Post by Fern on Jul 25, 2017 21:37:21 GMT -5
( Sorry none of mine are open :/ )
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Post by Flarestream on Jul 25, 2017 21:37:53 GMT -5
Another sniff came from Ma. She eyed Oakkit, Mottlepaw, and then Turner before shrugging her shoulders. "I'm going to make one thing clear," the old gray female started with a sharp look to her son and daughter, "if either of you become hostile I'll claw your ears off. Oakclaw, come here." Ma gestured with her tail for the young tabby to step forward. Excitedly the little kit did as he was told, bounding right up to Ma with a beaming grin.
The gray elder looked Oakkit up and down. He was still a tiny kit - plump and round from his mother's milk. "Not weaned yet? You Clan cats keep your kits on your teats much too long. Tell your mother no grandson of mine needs milk at this age. Suckling will cause your teeth to fall out at this age."
The term 'grandson' caught Oakkit's attention. He cocked his head in thought, looking at Ma and then to Mottlepaw. "Grandson?" He asked in a quiet mew toward his friend. Had he heard the old barn cat right? Grandson meant what he thought it did, right? Here he was hoping to find his mother and it seemed like he had found himself smack in the middle of some unscripted family reunion. Pia snorted, throwing one last distasteful look at Turner before obediently falling silent. Pia wasn't typically one to let another cat tell her what to do, but Ma was... well, the fiercest cat she knew. And even beyond respecting her, Pia loved her. Which meant she supposed she had to tolerate Turner's company--at least while they were on neutral turf.
"Grandson, eh?" Pia repeated, in unison with Oakkit. pia is canadian btw A smirk wove its way onto her mouth, but she swallowed whatever teasing may have ensued when she saw Oakkit's expression. "Oh my stars, you haven't told this poor kit?" she whispered in Turner's direction.
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Mottlepaw stared back at Oakkit, his expression sympathetic. "Uhh," he managed, his throat suddenly feeling dry. "Yeah, I guess so. Maybe... you found another parent! Isn't that fun?" He offered a grin to his friend, trying to make it seem like a fun situation instead of an...uncomfortable one.
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Post by Flarestream on Jul 25, 2017 21:47:32 GMT -5
((hi sorry i wasn't on! i forgot to mention that i was going camping until i had no time nor wifi to do so -.-'' what's up?))
Warmth. Leaf looked down at the squirrel and mouse, then back up at the three cats before her, and felt warm. "Thank you," she said. It felt like all she could say. She could feel herself trembling with emotion - or hunger, but both were valid. Deciding for certainty that there was no way she could drag herself all the way back to the makeshift den without collapsing, she tried for a smile that felt awkward and mewed, "I - I'll eat up this squirrel real quick so that I won't be fainting on the way there. It's, uh, a little far. Closer to the, um, gathering of strange dens that way."
With that she hurriedly tucked in, trying to eat as fast as possible without looking like a total savage. (Then again, she reminded herself, these were wild cats. Surely they won't judge her tearing viciously into raw prey.) She found taking small, quick bites helped her eat faster and prevent the feeling of nausea rising from her shrunken stomach from trying to force down a large bite. "Um," she said, a little self-conscious from making the cats wait and having them stand there just watching her, "what did you mean earlier? 'Joining us'?"
"Sure!" Thrushface mewed to Leaf with a dip of her head, pressing against Deadeye almost subconsciously as they waited. It felt good to be shoulder-to-shoulder with him, to make decisions together, to support one another. She had come to trust him doubtlessly in the past quarter-moon or so, and as time passed she realized she could not imagine how she lived before without his constancy.
Thrushface purposefully tried to look around; it felt strange to watch the ravenous loner eat. "Oh," the grayish warrior responded, cocking her head. "I thought that's what you meant, by wanting to...erm, repay us. Which isn't necessary! But I meant joining our Clan. You know, VerdantClan?" She paused for a moment. Surely Leaf had heard of the Clan--they were dominant over the forest, things of legends in all the Twolegplaces she knew.
"We take care of each other, we follow our warrior code. We have a leader, and a deputy, and medicine cats who look after our physical needs... We're loyal to the bone, we feed our most dependent first... and we're guided by our ancestors, who we will return to in StarClan once we've served our time here." She flicked her ears, finding it difficult to sum up their way of life in words.
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Post by Flarestream on Jul 25, 2017 21:49:30 GMT -5
alright now I'm good to do someone else~ if you want, TellTale (what should I call you?), you can jump in on a little part of the plot we're trying to make happen o:
it's going to be a small confrontation I think (where one cat thinks another cat is one of the evil ones) that turns out into a larger, physical fight
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Post by TellTaleHeart on Jul 25, 2017 21:50:06 GMT -5
( Sorry none of mine are open :/ ) (That's fine, maybe Grasspaw and Palepaw can interact later or something if that's okay with you?)
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Post by Fern on Jul 25, 2017 21:51:17 GMT -5
( yeah thats fine with me ^-^ )
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Post by TellTaleHeart on Jul 25, 2017 21:51:40 GMT -5
alright now I'm good to do someone else~ if you want, TellTale (what should I call you?), you can jump in on a little part of the plot we're trying to make happen o: it's going to be a small confrontation I think (where one cat thinks another cat is one of the evil ones) that turns out into a larger, physical fight (Sure! which cats are currently involved and where are they? EDIT: Oh! And please, call me Narien! )
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Post by Flarestream on Jul 25, 2017 22:00:22 GMT -5
We haven't begun yet, so you're just in time! ^^ I think Chillberry is one of the cats who's being accused, and Lionwhisker too if Soda's on tonight
I'm not sure who's accusing/initiating the fight? I could use Mallowstem if no one else wants to
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Post by Myst on Jul 25, 2017 22:00:56 GMT -5
HELL YEAH CHILLBERRY
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 25, 2017 22:04:56 GMT -5
Im down to respond to whatever comes up c:
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Post by TellTaleHeart on Jul 25, 2017 22:09:35 GMT -5
(Sure! Palepaw would probably just follow cats over to see what all the arguing is about and pick sides from there.)
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Post by Flarestream on Jul 25, 2017 22:30:03 GMT -5
Okay, I guess I'll start with Mallowstem then ^^
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Post by Myst on Jul 25, 2017 22:30:50 GMT -5
yeyeye ^^
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Post by TellTaleHeart on Jul 25, 2017 22:33:25 GMT -5
( )
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Post by Flarestream on Jul 25, 2017 22:36:22 GMT -5
Mallowstem tossed and turned in the warriors den, the description of Mothstar's dream flooding her consciousness. A forest of blood... four evil cats...
Eyes gleamed in the depths of her nightmare, unrevealed faces bearing malicious smiles. With a sudden jolt, the black she-cat woke, her chest heaving. For a few moments she simply allowed herself to calm down.
What was that?
Her ears pricking forward, the she-cat--alert as ever--noticed some barely-audible rustling. A flash of suspicion burst over her when she realized this could be one of the cats Ruststar had warned about in the prophecy. What if they were out to hurt Mothstar? Mallowstem's blood ran cold, her mouth tightening with protectiveness.
Silently, the small she-cat ducked out of the warriors' den, stalking quietly to where she thought she heard something--the entrance of camp.
does someone want to have a cat on vigil? I forgot about that lol...
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