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Post by nem on Aug 27, 2017 18:27:55 GMT -5
@animefreak DecemberMapleshine had woken up at around the time as most of the Clan was just getting up. Once awake, she had stretched out her back and headed out of the warriors' den. A few groups of cats had already started to head out for patrols when she did. Mapleshine padded up to the deputy, [put deputy name here], and discovered that she had been assigned to a patrol that would be leaving soon. Excitement to serve her Clan glittered in her pretty blue eyes. However, her tummy rumbled, and she decided that she would have to eat a quick meal before leaving. Pointing her gaze towards the fresh-kill pile, she noticed her mate, the handsome Sparrowstar, next to his friend, the mediocre Stormpath. She slid in next to them, purring. Her family was one of the few things that brought light to her heart, especially since all her parents and siblings have been dead for seasons. Swiftly taking a plump mouse out of the fresh-kill pile, she spoke to Sparrowstar and Stormpath. "Good morning," her chest rumbled. "I'm just here to check up on my mate. Sparrowstar, how are you?" |
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Post by December on Aug 27, 2017 18:59:55 GMT -5
STORMPATH
LightClan camp | Early morning | With Sparrowstar and Mapleshine Every muscle in Stormpath's body tensed as Mapleshine approached. The guilt was familiar as it was unwelcome, as it was soul-crushing. Mapleshine and Echoheart were good cats, better than he could ever dream of being, and the idea of hurting either of them made him nauseous. He thought of his mother watching over him from above, all stern eyes and taut muscles, and the nausea tripled. There was no way that she could sit there, knowing what she knew now, and love him like she had loved him in life. There was no way anyone could love him, for that matter. He was completely, irrevocably soiled - and the damage was all his own doing. What made it worse was that, at the end of the day, Stormpath wouldn't change a thing. If there was anything StarClan couldn't forgive, it was that. "Hello," he meowed, bowing his head in acknowledgement. "Sparrowstar and I were just discussing - fathering. Yes. It's going to be my first time in a few moons, and he gives great advice. I, uh, really appreciate the help from such a wise leader." Inwardly, he cringed at the lie; as much as he adored Sparrowstar, he knew that he had a strained relationship with his kits, especially Alderpaw. In fact, privately, he sometimes fantasized about another life, a better life, where they could raise their kits together, somewhere far from here, so far that the Clan couldn't chase them and even StarClan's ever-present scrutiny would never find them again. Still, he hoped the awkwardness could be chalked up to his anxiety about becoming a father and a desire not to offend his leader, not his moons-long affair with the one cat he shouldn't let himself want. ( @animefreak nem ) |
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Post by nem on Aug 27, 2017 20:17:51 GMT -5
The words Alderpaw spoke echoed in Aspenlight's head for a few moments. He recognized them. StarClan had told him the exact same thing before he stopped receiving their messages. It took him moons to figure out what it meant. But, he eventually did. He knew his mentor did too. However, if his mentor had told the meaning behind it, Aspenlight knew that his young self would've darted out of LightClan before they could finish explaining it. So, he decided to lie. Taking a few moments to come up with a false interpretation, he started to speak. "There's going to be a plague."All while saying it, his heart sank lower and lower into his chest. It reminding him of his mortality. Well, everything did. Card against Humanity |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2017 21:58:19 GMT -5
[ nem December ]
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Watching his paramour transmorgify into a farouche, lovesick apprentice right before his eyes made all of Sparrowstar's previous anger melt away. He held back a loud purr, instead opting to clear his throat. The effect Stormpath always had on him never ceased to amaze him.
It also flooded him with hot shame to think about, so he pushed away the thoughts and focused on retaining his composure.
"It doesn't really matter," He responded. "Although, th...there's..." His voice trailed off as he spotted Mapleshine exiting the warriors' den.
Mouse-dung.
Sparrowstar glanced at Stormpath again, before quickly averting his gaze somewhere, anywhere else. Perhaps Mapleshine waking up at that exact moment was StarClan speaking through her: an omen, of sorts. The gods were always watching, and surely the gods strongly disapproved of his relationship. Many times after two cats were exposed as adulterers, the preachers would make speeches, about how unfaithfulness to one's mate was unfaithfulness to Redstar herself. About how cats partaking in such...illicit acts, were the scum of the earth; about how they would not find eternal life in StarClan.
When his mate finally drew to his side, Sparrowstar lifted his head once more and feigned delight. Mapleshine, my dear; your time is impeccable as always! Swallowing his discomfort and guilt, the leader erupted into a purr, nuzzling her cheek gently. Then shifted his gaze warily back to Stormpath as he tried - pitifully - to piece together some fib.
"Let's not tell falsehoods, now, Stormpath." Sparrowstar felt no reason to lie about their conversation, so naturally the prospect caused discomfort within him. After all, his parents abhorred dishonesty and raised their son to do the same. And, well, there was already enough lies surrounding them. "Although, I respect you for trying to preserve my honor. The truth is, he and I had a little...dispute a few moments ago, but it's in the past now." He explained, facing his (legal) mate again.
"We were just about to share the lovely squirrel he caught, though. Maybe you'd like to grab something for yourself and accompany us? If Stormpath here does want some advice on fatherhood, you must have some good feedback my personal execution." The fact that he wished his children didn't exist, was probably a negative. |
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Post by dαιѕy on Aug 27, 2017 22:10:24 GMT -5
(hello! am I still able to join?) |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2017 22:18:48 GMT -5
[ dαιѕy definitely!! we are still in desperate need of members.
the joining page is on the first page, and i think the open roles are there too, just not updated rip. i'll get on that. ]
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Post by December on Aug 27, 2017 23:14:35 GMT -5
(I edited the open roles list to make it a bit more accurate and comprehensible. Many roles on the list on the joining page have unfortunately been claimed, but there are a few left, and on the bright side, there's always room to come up with your own new plots! We'd love to participate.
- Deputy - self-explanatory.
- Foxtail's kits - Foxtail is kind of the first villain, so this is super important. She'd be pressuring these kits to fake signs from StarClan in hopes that they could be selected as preacher apprentices. [1/12 remaining; thirty-six moons old.]
- Silvernight's kits - similar to Foxtail's. [Don't quote me, but two remaining, five moons old.]
- Cats to participate in the underground medicine plot - This will begin when Alderpaw realizes that medicine could have saved her sibling and decides to secretly train herself and others to treat this sick and the injured. This is a great plot opportunity for any characters who have suffered a lot of loss in their life or who have a bit of a rebellious streak. [Limitless within reason, but there are only a few cats in this plot right now anyway, so you should be good if you want in.]
- Lots of warriors to mate with one another - Especially toms. This sounds less flashy than other spots, but there's a lot to do with warriors here! We also have a group PM that goes more in depth on different plots you can sign up for that you'll be added to when you join. [Limitless.]
- Undesirables - AKA cats declared unfit for a mate. Lots of drama here. Many of them are very resentful because they're essentially now social outcasts struggling to survive in LightClan's close-minded environment. [Limitless within reason; most cats are given mate assignments.]
Let us know if you have any questions!)
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Post by nem on Aug 28, 2017 7:10:46 GMT -5
Mapleshine purred in amusement and faced Stormpath. "Oh, I can tell you a few tips on fatherhood." She scooted up next to her mate and sat down. "Stormpath, she isn't going to need you. Any queen can raise their kits alone." She ripped apart the belly of her mouse and spoke again. "If you want to get involved, just act friendly. Don't get angry at the kits, no matter how annoying they are. They may just end up being terrified of you."December @animefreak (I'm probably going to make a tom to have a mate pretty soon) |
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Post by December on Aug 28, 2017 13:55:04 GMT -5
STORMPATH
LightClan camp | Early morning | With Sparrowstar and Mapleshine Regarding Sparrowstar's decision to "come clean" about the nature of their conversation: "Forgive me," he meowed, bowing his head in the leader's direction. "I didn't want to make my noble leader look bad over a few petty words. It hardly bothered me, anyway. I understand you must be under a lot of stress with all of your duties. With that kind of pressure, it's only natural to have a few off moments." How lucky they would all, he thought wryly, if Sparrowstar's greatest stressor was who to have [deputy] send on the dawn patrol. Mapleshine's words made him frown, though he hid it with a cough and a mumbled "Excuse me." Some standard we're all being held to, he mused. Don't be cruel. Don't traumatize them. Don't interact unless you really want to."Don't you think Echoheart would appreciate my help?" he asked tentatively. "This is her first time, too, and she barely remembers her own mother. I'm sure she'll need all the paws she can get." He cleared his throat. "I'd prefer to - be there for her and our kits, if I could." He felt another pang of guilt as he recalled that his mate was off entertaining Firewhisker while he attempted to steal time with Sparrowstar. As absolutely low as LightClan's expectations were for its fathers, he was already falling pitifully short. ( @animefreak nem ) |
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Post by Card against Humanity on Aug 28, 2017 14:29:13 GMT -5
Alderpaw listened calmly to her mentor's interpretation of the vision. She waited a few seconds, and then nodded her head. "That seems likely," she said calmly, and then turned her attention back to the cats in the camp.
In reality, Alderpaw wasn't entirely sure that she believed that was the case. If it was a plague, wouldn't the vision have been "Lightclan will be in grave danger"? The plague hasn't effected us now, since there haven't been a surplus in sick cats lately.
Come on, Alderpaw. He's been a preacher for far longer then you have: he knows how to interpret visions.
But still, it doesn't seem likely......
Still, Alderpaw wasn't really sure of what the vision meant herself. Maybe there was someone in the clan that was plotting against it? Or maybe there was a fox or a badger hiding somewhere in the territory that would attack? Those were the only interpretation that really made sense to her, but she could definitely be wrong.
She was also confused as to why Starclan would send the message to her specifically. If Lightclan truly was in serious danger, why send it to an inexperienced apprentice? Why not send it to Aspenlight or Hollylight, since they were older and could decipher it easier?
Why did Starclan have to be so confusing about everything?
She saw her father with Stormpath again....and then she saw her mother walking over to them and sitting down. She gritted her teeth just a little bit. If she had to choose between her parents, she did prefer her mother over her father, but she held a certain amount of bitterness towards her mother as well. She still liked her brother though, since he remained friendly to her even after she became a preacher, though she didn't talk to him much.
nem
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Post by nem on Aug 28, 2017 18:04:12 GMT -5
"Oh, of course!" Mapleshine exclaimed. "Every queen appreciates help, Stormpath." She bent down to take a bite from her mouse. When she sat back up, a few smears of blood painted her whiskers and muzzle. "You just don't have to help her." She started to dedicate more of her time to eating her mouse, something she should've been doing before. December @animefreak |
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Post by nem on Aug 28, 2017 18:48:34 GMT -5
Aspenlight paused for a moment, realizing that he probably shouldn't have said that. But, he hoped Alderpaw wouldn't hate him more for lying to him. The brown apprentice would be harder to train if she had a stronger dislike for him. And maybe the plague would be harder to spread to her. Deciding that he had nothing more to say to Alderpaw, he headed into the preachers' den and placed himself on the side, next to a tendril that branched out from the main bramble. There, he started to tug off the thorns. Card against Humanity(Okay, Aspenlight is now free) |
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Post by Card against Humanity on Aug 28, 2017 18:56:29 GMT -5
Mistkit had accidentally slept in a little bit late. Usually, she was one of the first of her litter to wake up, so this was quite unusual. When she first opened her yellow eyes, blinking away sleep, her mind was too hazy for her to comprehend what she'd done. But when she noticed she was the only one still in the nursery, the feeling to dread hit her like a tidal wave.
Mouse dung! I slept in!
She jumped to her feet as fast as she could, and despite the fact that she was still incredibly tired and not in any position to be running about like a startled rabbit, she was willi to do anything if it meant pleasing her mother. If her mother told her to jump off a cliff, she'd probably do it,
Her tiny paws began running at her fastest speed possible, as she raced out of the den and just outside. Eyes wide, she quickly looked around. She saw most of the other clan cats awake, including Sparrowstar, and her heart sank even farther, Am I the last cat awake?
Eventually, she saw her mother and her two older siblings, Leafkit and Galekit, relatively close by. She tried to take off running again towards them, but all she did was trip over her own paws and fall in the ground, since she was still young and not well coordinated yet. She let out a tiny squeak of frustration and panic as she attempted to get up, only to fall again.
Get up, get up! Stop being a useless waste of fur!
hollis
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Post by December on Aug 29, 2017 23:33:34 GMT -5
STORMPATH
LightClan camp | Early morning | With Sparrowstar and Mapleshine (Sorry for being busy! College and job stuff are kind of consuming my life right now, lmao. Enjoy these eight paragraphs of internal angst ft my inability to further a plot to save my life.) Stormpath stared at the blood staining her muzzle and swallowed. He wondered if that was what his soul looked like: smiling with red-tinted fangs, tainted so badly that no amount of prayer or mercy could possibly save him. For Wolfstar's sake, he scolded himself. It's mouse blood. You had squirrel's blood on your muzzle only hours ago. It's not a big deal.Speaking of the squirrel, he glanced down and realized that neither he nor Sparrowstar had taken a bite out of it yet. He could feel the tension coming off of his... whatever Sparrowstar was... in thick, tangible waves. He wondered if the other tom could sense his own awkwardness, his own feelings of helplessness in the situation. He wished, not for the first time, that there were fewer eyes in LightClan, that they could disappear into the forest for a few hours without it becoming the subject of Clan gossip - or, worse, without some nosy preacher getting involved. It was supposed to be a virtue among LightClan cats, their obsessive adherence to the code, their constant need to make sure their Clanmates were submitting adequately to the preacher's will, their unbreakable attachment to unspoken Clan norms, but privately, Stormpath wasn't so sure. Where was the room to breathe? He swallowed and looked up. It would be rude to ignore Mapleshine, and ruder still to claim the first bite while his leader sat hungry. "That's good to know," he replied, pushing aside his reservations about the words you don't have to help her. "Do you, er, know what kind of help I should be giving? I was an only child. I'm not very experienced with kits, or - with any of it, really." At the time, Clanmates had joked that Stormpath had been born old - a serious disposition, an obedient nature, a greater fascination with the elders' stories than his denmates' roughhousing. Really, he knew now, he'd just been born different - and even if he hadn't understood how or why then, he'd known from the start that something inside of him was wrong. Everything else had just been a desperate race against the truth, trying to fix the disconnect before he could understood why it had happened. He chanced a sideways glance at Sparrowstar and wondered, not for the first time, if he'd felt the same way as a young cat - sea-battered, unsteady, clinging desperately to untrustworthy ground and trying not to lose his footing. The Sparrowkit he remembered had been so confident, so sure of his destiny. Stormpath looked at him now and cursed StarClan, cursed himself, for daring take away a heartbeat of his happiness. Subtly, he nudged the squirrel in his direction. It was first and foremost a reminder that Stormpath couldn't expect to eat first without drawing disapproval, but on a deeper level, it was an offering, an apology. I'm sorry that I let my sin taint you when I always promised I would keep it to myself. I'm sorry I didn't think of you before I leaped. I'm sorry that the world is the way that it is.It would never be enough - the squirrels, the silent and spoken apologies, the prayers he sent in the dead of night when his Clanmates were sleeping around him, begging StarClan to spare his beloved - but he would keep hunting and apologizing and praying anyway. It was the least he could do. ( @animefreak nem ) |
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Post by nem on Aug 30, 2017 7:09:08 GMT -5
Mapleshine's ears pricked. She glanced up at Stormpath and raised her head when she answered. "Well, not every queen can handle taking care of her kits for every moment. Maybe watching your kits while she took a rest would be very helpful. Also, bringing her prey." She started to lap up the last parts of her mouse. She was a fast eater and it was a small creature. "You can bond with your kits by playing with them or talking with them." She licked her lips and stood up. "Also, don't let your kits near Foxtail or Silvernight." Then, she padded off. "Sorry, I have a patrol to catch!" December @animefreak |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2017 11:56:50 GMT -5
Mapleshine's mention of Silvernight and Foxtail caught his attention, and he nodded. "Yes - those two are deceivers, and will probably try to trick your kits. You should make sure any signs of Divinity in your kits are pure." said hastily. Truth be told, once his own daughter, Alderpaw, began to speak for StarClan, Sparrowstar felt a keen distrust towards her. So many kits come forward, saying they've been chosen - Whitetalon did it, and the majority of Foxtail's and Silvernight's kits did as well. There was no evidence that truly convinced him that his daughter was truthful. So he iced her out. Despite his personal jealousy, Sparrowstar didn't want Stormpath to have that kind of relationship with his own kits.
"I'll talk to you again this afternoon, dear!" He called after her, then turned his gaze back to the squirrel. A wave of awkwardness flooded him, stronger than it was when Mapleshine first appeared. It felt weird to look at Stormpath after that encounter. Did he feel as jealous as the leader did everytime he saw Echoheart? That would be a difficult achievement, though not unlikely. His beloved did feel far away, though, despite being right in front of him.
Unless he came to him about his issues, though, he wouldn't press it.
"I want to...see you," Sparrowstar mumbled, quietly, probably not loud enough to be heard by anyone else unless they strained. A bolt of electricity shot through his veins regardless. "Are you available tonight?" When the tom finally looked up, it was with feigned informality. His tail swayed casually to continue the illusion.
At this point, his hunger was replaced with apprehension. But he figured onlookers would raise eyebrows if neither of them dug in. Flipping the squirrel over so it's underbelly was exposed, Sparrowstar took a small bite. |
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Post by Card against Humanity on Aug 30, 2017 16:02:11 GMT -5
(Im waiting for Sparrowstar to finish eating his squirrel so uh. here's some Alderpaw Angst TM )
Alderpaw said nothing more to her mentor untill he walked away, where she then internally sighed with relief. The less she had to interact with him, the better, as far as she was concerned. Even before she began to really question her fellow preachers, she still didn't always agree with Aspenlight's opinions, expecially those on disabled cats. She pretended to be disdainful of them, but deep down she couldn't help but sympathize with them somewhat. Even if Starclan had deemed them unworthy of having kits, did they really deserve the disgust her clan seemed to feel towards them?
She kept her expression blank as she continued to watch her many clanmates go about their business. A part of her disliked the feeling of being watched that seemed to constantly be about this clan. No matter where she was, no matter what she was doing, she always felt like her every move was being scrutinized, like a feline 1984. Perhaps it was simply her paranoid nature, but she felt that it wasn't entirely just that either. Behavior in her clan always felt incredibly strict and forced, becuase everyone knew that they had to act a certain way. The clan members weren't even allowed to be very prideful or ambitious, which made her wonder how they were supposed to be motivated to become a good leader, deputy or preacher.
It was even worse if you were female. As much as Alderpaw felt stressed as a preacher, she was silently grateful that her title gave her the freedom to not have to spend all her life birthing and raising kits, which to seemed to be all her clan felt female cats were good for. Alderpaw had no desire whatsoever to have children, and she knew that she'd probably be even more bitter about life if she was being treated as nothing more then a kit machine. She also disliked the way most of the female cats didn't even try to object to their treatment, though she knew that they'd been taught to act that way since birth. Alderpaw herself had started to wonder if she was a "bad" she-cat becuase she found the life of a mother unappealing when she was young, though she'd been trying her best to get over it lately.
Her eyes eventually fixed themselves on her parents and Stormpath. They were too far away for her to make out what they were saying, but she caught something about.....being a father. Alderpaw allowed her lips to form into the faintest of smirks.
To this day, the brown apprentice wasn't entirely sure why her father began to distrust her so much after she became a preacher. She understood not liking the preachers I general - in fact, she would agree with that sentiment - but she was his daughter. It wasn't like her personality magically changed when she got her first sign. Why would her father just suddenly treat her like an outsider?
In fact, it was probably her fathers change in attitude that really made her distrust of others get bad. It was always there to some extant, but she at least felt that her family were totally trustworthy. Now she didn't really trust any of them. The only cat in her life she truly liked was her fellow apprentice Morningpaw, and even then she wouldn't tell her any of her secrets.
She was briefly yanked out of her internal monologue when she noticed an enmity feeling starting to form in her stomach. She hadn't eaten anything today. Normally she would go get something, but she decided to wait until her father and Stormpath were atleast halfway done eating. She didn't feel comfortable being around Sparrowstar right this moment,
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Aug 30, 2017 20:16:27 GMT -5
>> Ooc <<
Sorry for the in activeness college has literally kicked me in the butt, i'll try to be on as much as possible and if need be i will revoke my potion as preacher so someone else could have it, if my activity gets even lower. But college literally leaves me exhausted >> RP << |
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Post by nem on Aug 31, 2017 21:02:48 GMT -5
(does anyone want to roleplay?)
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Post by December on Sept 2, 2017 10:26:24 GMT -5
STORMPATH
LightClan camp | Early morning | With Sparrowstar (This is a mess because I wrote it in fragments over three days, but like, is she up? Yes. Finally.) I'm always free, Stormpath considered responding before thinking better of it. "Of course," he murmured instead. He kept his voice flat and airy as an afterthought, smoothed out the excitement and swallowed the fear. He ducked down to take a bite of the squirrel. Before his fangs could close around the flesh, he whispered, "Moonhigh?" so quiet he wasn't even sure that Sparrowstar would hear him. Then, at the risk of arousing suspicion, he ripped off and respectable piece and began to chew. It tasted like ash and dirt, heavy in his stomach, and he would blame it on Sparrowstar's presence or the prospect of finally arranging another meeting - the fear of it going wrong, mostly - or the way imaginary gazes were all but making his pelt stand on end, but really, food had lost its luster long ago. The only thing that kept him eating a relatively healthy amount was the grim reminder that he would be useless to his Clan if he allowed himself to starve. As he glanced around the LightClan camp - more to catalogue onlookers than to enjoy the beauty of the morning, though he schooled his face into relaxation to convince his Clanmates of the latter - he noticed Alderpaw watching them. He felt a pang in his chest for the young apprentice. For all the ways he understood Sparrowstar's struggle to bond with his kits and all of the ways he would learn in the coming moons, it made his soul feel heavy to think of all the things gone wrong between Sparrowstar and Alderpaw. He'd always admired Alderpaw, and he wished her father could see her virtues instead of his own paranoia. He'd never say any of that, of course. But he could always say something. "You should go talk to her," he murmured. "I know things are... complicated, but she is your daughter." Recent events had Stormpath thinking about family more than ever before - about Echoheart and their future kits, about his own parents, about the tom standing before him and every cat he inadvertently brought along with him. The idea of Sparrowstar having a family without him made his heart ache, but the idea of Sparrowstar having no family at all stung ten times as much. ( @animefreak ) |
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Post by December on Sept 2, 2017 10:41:20 GMT -5
MORNINGPAW
LightClan camp | Early morning | With Hollylight and Aspenlight (Short post, ugh. Kind of hard to write interesting walking, lmao.) Morningpaw trailed after Hollylight, lagging a few steps behind her at all times. Part of it was a hardwired sense of respect for her superiors; she didn't have the authority to walk beside Hollylight as an equal. The other half was, as much as she hated to admit it, fear. She pushed her feelings down. Hollylight is a preacher, she reminded herself. StarClan wouldn't choose a cruel cat to speak their word, would they? Just because she's not as warm as some mentors doesn't mean she doesn't know best, or that you can't trust her. It's your job to trust her.(She knew Alderpaw might disagree, but with all respect to her best friend, Alderpaw was hardly the authority on trust.) Morningpaw hesitated as Hollylight approached the preacher's den and strutted right up to Aspenlight. It took everything in her not to visibility shrink away from him, to keep her expression neutral and her tail held amicably high. She came to a halt a step or two behind her mentor and a few mouse-lengths to her side, stood at attention, and waited for Hollylight to speak. ( hollis nem ) |
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Post by Card against Humanity on Sept 2, 2017 14:47:07 GMT -5
(Feel free to RP with Nightstorm, no one is reserved)
Nightstorm was probably the last warrior to approach the fresh kill pile. He spent at least eight minutes sitting by the entrance and watching the other members of the clan leave their dens and go get their breakfast, debating with himself whether he wanted to bother. He used to enjoy eating a lot, especially after getting up, but the satisfaction of food had long faded: just like everything else he used to enjoy. It wasn't so much that he couldn't feel it as he was too busy being stressed, worried, and just generally bitter about his life to acknowledge any good or happy feeling.
Even if he still enjoyed eating, there was another gigantic obstacle. He quickly scanned the camp, not even bothering to make his expression all that calm: he did make a small effort, but not as much as Stormpath or Alderpaw did. He was past the point of caring.
It didn't take long for him to see her. Indeed, even if he hadn't looked at her for a year - Starclan he wished that would happen - he would recognize her fluffy, russet fur and her huge tail anywhere. Seeing her by the nursery was bad enough, but when he saw the tiny kittens that surrounded her, his heart sank even lower. He felt incredibly bad for all the kits in her newest litter. He knew exactly what it was like to be under Foxtail's metaphorical thumb, and all the emotional abuse that came with it. He also worried that she would be extra hard on her newest litter, since at this point she was probably getting frustrated with her lack of results.
Despite all this, he'd never actually spoke to any of the kits for longer then three seconds. He was trying his hardest to avoid Foxtail, which would also include avoiding her litter since they were almost always close by her. Not that his efforts to stay away from Foxtail had been successful - she'd been going out of her way to make snide comments at him and just generally give him a hard time, and the harder he tried to avoid her, the worse her statements got- but he didn't want to make it any worse then it was already.
Eventually, he finally gave himself a mental kick. He couldn't just sit there and brood forever. He needed to eat and serve his clan......otherwise he'd have to deal with the preachers, and that was the last thing he wanted.
He slowly got up and walked over to the fresh kill pile, picking out a mouse and carrying it to close by the warrior den. He sat down carefully and took a tentative bite, doing his best to remain inconspicuous.
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Post by December on Sept 2, 2017 19:07:49 GMT -5
SWIFTSTRIKE
LightClan camp | Early morning | Alone (and open!) Swiftstrike rose later than many of her Clanmates, soaking up those last few luxurious moments in her isolated corner of the warrior's den (a limp was catching, apparently - although deep down, she knew that wasn't really what her fellow warriors were afraid of). Part of it was a form of silent rebellion, a way of saying, Forget your norms and your expectations. I'm going to enjoy my sleep. The rest of it was, embarrassingly enough, the bone-deep exhaustion that came from dragging a useless leg up hills and through gullies and across the treacherous terrain by the ocean. She preferred to think only of the former. There was no poetic justice in the way she'd screamed when she'd felt her leg snap. After a while, though, the sun began to warm her pelt through the den's entrance, and she knew instinctively that she'd overstayed her welcome. Her Clanmates were willing to tolerate a bit of an attitude as she "adjusted" to the reality of her future - laughable, because the only thing that had ever ruined her attitude was the way they looked at her, and they'd been looking at her with those same eyes during her kithood, whispering those same whispers about Silvernight's loudmouthed daughter ( what a shame, what a shame) - but she knew LightClan's breaking point came several miles before anything that could be considered vaguely normal. As much as she loathed to admit it, she'd be dead within a moon if they left her to fend for herself. She winced as she rose to her paws, then schooled her expression into something flat and unremarkable. Her mother's pride, she'd always been told, but it wasn't that; it was the way she'd snarled in defiance when her mother had coaxed her to feign Divinity, the way toms made her lip curl in disgust, the way a fellow warrior had dragged her back to camp while her leg pulsed in agony and refused to even give her a stick to chew on for fear of angering Daisystar. Pray instead, he'd hissed around a mouthful of her scruff, and it had made her want to scream. It was the way her sister, Goldenripple, had been sent from the Clan for the same knowledge that had plagued Swiftstrike every day of her apprentice moons, that stayed with her even now: that StarClan was a myth made up by power-hungry manipulators, and they were all fools for letting long-dead leaders dictate their destinies. It was a life spent fighting for survival. It was the way that her Clanmates had carried her spirit and her passion and her joy to the river and tried to drown them all, and it was the way that every ounce of fight in her had kicked its way back to the surface, anyway. She would not hurt where they could see her. She would not give them anything that hadn't already been taken. She limped through the piles of moss and soft feathers (luxurious, shameful, how the StarClan would weep if they could see the gluttony of those cats as they slept!), squeezed through the den's exit, and emerged into warm, early-morning sunlight. For a moment, she stood alone in the entrance, studying the way the colors of dawn faded from the sky, the way the pines climbed above the horizon, the way the birds sung in the distance. Her lip curled inadvertently. How beautiful the world could be. How desperate she was to live in it far from here, and how much she loathed the forces that trapped her. Loathing is the enemy of StarClan, a preacher had told her, once. She hadn't asked then, and she didn't care to ask now, but she'd wondered: if StarClan wanted love so desperately, why hadn't it guided her Clan to love cats like her? |
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Post by Card against Humanity on Sept 2, 2017 19:57:05 GMT -5
(Mistkit's post isn't reserved to Hollis anymore, though December will be responding to it)
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Post by December on Sept 2, 2017 20:00:58 GMT -5
(Mistkit's post isn't reserved to Hollis anymore, though December will be responding to it) (Might take me a bit to finish Foxtail's drama with her kits, so if anyone else wants to have their character talk to Mistkit for a while, that would prob be fine. Mistkit could also hop in on the sibling drama if you want actually.) |
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Post by Card against Humanity on Sept 2, 2017 20:41:27 GMT -5
(Mistkit's post isn't reserved to Hollis anymore, though December will be responding to it) (Might take me a bit to finish Foxtail's drama with her kits, so if anyone else wants to have their character talk to Mistkit for a while, that would prob be fine. Mistkit could also hop in on the sibling drama if you want actually.) ( Oh that work! I'll wait for the other kits to post first) |
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Post by December on Sept 3, 2017 0:43:46 GMT -5
... ↪ I was waiting on Leafkit to go next bc Galekit went before Foxtail's last post, but if I need to move along the family drama .-. (The last I heard was that Pat is just having laptop issues rn and is just behind on replies, but I'll ask her tomorrow if she'd rather you just go ahead and she go after you. EDIT: Also, feel free to hit up any of the free characters while you're waiting!) |
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Sept 3, 2017 11:38:04 GMT -5
>> Ooc <<
hello im here >> RP << |
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DM me if u want