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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 22:17:43 GMT -5
Riversong She-cat, goes by she/her. A blueish-gray Russian Fold with green eyes. She's a bouncy excitable warrior. She'll do whatever it takes to get a good place in the Clan. Warrior. <Does a sick kickflip into the thread> Adding you now! And thank you. -song is an odd suffix, but I'll accept it because we really don't have active members besides Shadow and I ha. Also, gonna do some shenanigans just so all of my characters aren't permanently frozen waiting for people who'll never actually come back to get back.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Aug 8, 2017 22:20:12 GMT -5
Riversong padded toward the fresh-kill pile, bored. Her usual bounciness is replaced with tiredness.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 22:23:20 GMT -5
Eelbite was hovering near the fresh-kill pile, debating on whether or not to eat. Nothing looked particularly appetizing, and as he mulled it over more, his ears registered footsteps coming up from behind him. Lifting his head, he spotted the blue-gray form of Riversong. "..Is something up?" The tabby's ears flattened slightly, eyes softening with concern. He didn't know her well, but, then again, he didn't know anyone here all that well.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Aug 8, 2017 22:25:26 GMT -5
"I'm just tired." Riversong replied, sighing softly. Her ears were folded over, but that was natural for Russian Folds. She felt like eating, but also felt like sleeping.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 22:32:44 GMT -5
"Oh." Eelbite frowned. "Maybe go see Elkseer-heh, see Elkseer-for some poppy seeds or something? That is, if you're having trouble with that or something...Wait. Wait, I said that twice. Dang." The Himalayan/Chausie (among other things) mix huffed loudly, his multicolored eyes narrowing momentarily. "Should work on that."
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Post by Armageddidn't on Aug 8, 2017 22:36:22 GMT -5
"...heh..." Riversong mewed softly. She wasn't really in the mood, but she couldn't not laugh at least a little bit/.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 22:42:53 GMT -5
[Unrelated, but eVERY TIME I HEAR DAN AND ARIN'S VOICES NOW I THINK OF ROBERT SMALL AND JOSEPH CHRISTIANSEN. WHY IS A DATING SIM AFFECTING MY LIFE IN THIS WAY.]
The young-ish tom muttered something under his breath, then nodded at the fresh-kill pile. "Not much interesting today, is there? Kinda sad. Sure, there's a fair amount of stuff there, but it's..just the same old stuff." Eelbite paused awkwardly. "Gee. I feel like some kind of deep comment could be made on that, but I truthfully don't think I'm intelligent enough for deep comments."
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Post by Armageddidn't on Aug 8, 2017 22:44:53 GMT -5
"I mean, if you want, I'll go hunting." Riversong mewed.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 22:48:31 GMT -5
The tabby and cream tom shrugs. "If you're okay with that, then sure. Might as well." He stepped a little ways away from the pile, peering around the camp. "Guess it doesn't matter if anyone comes with us; they can go out whenever, can't they? Yeah." Good job, buddy, answering your own question.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Aug 8, 2017 22:49:43 GMT -5
"Let's go." Riversong purred.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 22:53:29 GMT -5
"You lead," he offered, and fell into line behind the she-cat as they padded out of the camp. Eelbite sniffed the air, humming faintly to himself moreso than anyone else.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Aug 8, 2017 22:59:07 GMT -5
Riversong caught scent of a mouse, but it was farther away than most prey she would willingly go after.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 23:16:07 GMT -5
Needless to say, he had his head buried in a burrow of some sort, a little farther ahead from where Riversong was standing. There wasn't much to scent except the smell of blood; whatever had been in there was certainly dead. Bracing himself, Eelbite pulled his head from the hole, revealing the somewhat mangled body of a mouse.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Aug 8, 2017 23:20:08 GMT -5
Riversong raced toward a rabbit, killing it with pure speed.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 23:26:52 GMT -5
He dropped the mouse, placing it gently down near his feet in order to speak. "Nice catch!" Eelbite meowed, actively attempting not to be too loud lest he scare away everything else that was in the area.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Aug 8, 2017 23:29:31 GMT -5
"Thanks!" Riversong purred.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 23:48:41 GMT -5
Once again he picked up the mouse, and briefly broke away from the patrol to go bury it somewhere. Hopefully he'd find it later; Eelbite had always had that problem of forgetting where he left things.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Aug 8, 2017 23:50:25 GMT -5
Riversong made note of where Eebuite put his catch, just in case. She buried her own next to it.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 23:52:23 GMT -5
[And now I'm stumped. Dang it. Why. There's only so many times you can write "a cat caught an X" without it becoming awkward.]
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Post by Armageddidn't on Aug 8, 2017 23:53:20 GMT -5
((Let's just skip to when they return to camp.))
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 23:53:40 GMT -5
((Let's just skip to when they return to camp.)) [Sounds good to me.]
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Post by Armageddidn't on Aug 8, 2017 23:55:05 GMT -5
Riversong purred, p;roud of what she caught, which included a robin, a crow, and a rabbit.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 9, 2017 0:03:18 GMT -5
Eelbite dropped his catch on the fresh-kill pile; he'd mostly gone for smaller prey, but the mice would still manage to feed a few hungry cats at the very least. "That could feed several kits for days...That is, if we even had kits in the Clan," he commented, eyeing Riversong's rabbit. "In general, though, it could feed several cats."
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Post by Armageddidn't on Aug 9, 2017 0:05:27 GMT -5
"It's not as good as I normally do, though." Riversong yawned.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 9, 2017 0:09:53 GMT -5
"Well, at least you caught something. And that counts." Hmm, what should he do now? He didn't really feel like sleeping. If any of them had been there, he'd probably go bother his parents...not that he really remembered their faces at this point in time, but sometimes he just felt lonely.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Aug 9, 2017 0:11:45 GMT -5
"You wanna go border patrol later?" Riversong asked. "I'm going to as Boarstar about if I can go on the next patrol."
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 9, 2017 0:13:15 GMT -5
Eelbite thinks about it for a second, then eventually shrugs, shoving away his train of thought. "Would give me something to do, so. Why not. I don't think she'll have any complaints about someone wanting to be helpful."
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Post by Armageddidn't on Aug 9, 2017 0:18:13 GMT -5
Riversong padded around, looking for Boarstar.
((switched to my chromebook))
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 9, 2017 0:28:58 GMT -5
And, predictably, the she-cat was lying in her den, half-conscious. Great thing, sleep. And thank StarClan that other cats could handle themselves for once in a while; imagine being constantly exhausted. Didn't sound pleasant to her. She supposed she had to face the day eventually, though, and after once again detangling herself from Batfrost, the clay-colored moggy stepped outside, bending down in a long stretch.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Aug 9, 2017 0:31:35 GMT -5
"Barstar!" Riversong mewed, padding over.
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