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Post by December on Sept 17, 2017 15:41:41 GMT -5
MARIGOLDSPLASH
LightClan camp | Moonhigh | Approaching Briarcrow and Finchflame (Okay, weekend over. Sorry about that! Also, Aphelyon, can I just say you're a really good writer? Like. "The camp was so peaceful at night, dappled with moon light and moon shadow. Everything was black and white and blue, all light and darkness with no in-between. In the gentle moonlight, the familiar shapes of the dens almost looked like home." F me up!!!) The longer Marigoldsplash laid in her den, the more that sleep eluded her. Twenty-one moons isn't so long, cats liked to tell her. You're still only just beginning your life, my dear. Plenty of cats get matched later or wait longer to have kits. StarClan hasn't declared you undesirable yet, so don't lose hope.Still, thoughts of her ancestors drove her insane. Had she disappointed them? Were they waiting for something? Did she have some mysterious purpose left to fulfill before she would be granted the right to a mate and some kits? She'd visited the Moontower twice today with offerings and prayed in practically every waking moment between, but the Gods remained quiet, and her panic remained at its peak. Finally, as the moon began to dip from its peak in the sky, Marigoldsplash accepted that sleep would continue to elude her until she did something constructive to handle her predicament. Stifling a sigh - too disrespectful - she pushed herself to her paws and began to creep out of the den, careful not to jostle her slumbering denmates. Once outside, she took a moment to admire the picture that StarClan had painted for them: the silky smoothness of the night sky, the pine-scented breeze, the gentle roar of waves on distant beaches. Most beautiful of all were the stars, glimmering above her with the grace and delicacy of a butterfly. Trust me, they seemed to whisper. I love you. I will protect you. I made you a path, and I will be right there beside you every step of the way, helping you learn to traverse it.Her racing heartbeat slowed. Okay, she thought. I can do that.She turned towards camp's exit, expecting to find an alert warrior waiting there to give her a curt nod and send her on her way, but instead, she found Finchflame curled up on the ground and an unfamiliar warrior standing over her. It took her a moment to recognize Briarcrow, the grumpy loner an apprentice-cycle or so older than her. She approached with a rapid little bounce, eager to provide assistance. "Oh, my," she meowed, unable to keep the surprise and distaste from her voice - or to keep the volume down, a problem she'd faced since kithood. Her mother had always called her voice honest,, every emotion bleeding through as clear as the water of Berrylight's Brook. "Looks like somebody gave in to temptation." She looked up from Finchflame's slumped form, meeting Briarcrow's eyes for the first time. "What should we do? She'll have to be punished, but I don't want to disturb Sparrowstar or the preachers at this hour." ( Aphelyon) |
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Post by December on Sept 17, 2017 15:55:56 GMT -5
STORMPATH
The Moontower | Moonhigh | With Sparrowstar Just stop blaming yourself.Easier said than done, Stormpath wanted to tell him, but of all the things LightClan had taught him over the years, honesty had somehow never made the list. His instinct to protect his image, even here, even now, with only his almost-mate and the walls of the Moontower to bear witness to his vulnerability, was too powerful - and his instinct to protect Sparrowstar from worry was far greater. He swallowed his words and switched tactics. "I wish I could... help, somehow," he offered. "I just - I know you have so much to worry about, and I know I can't be the priority. I just wish there was some way for me to make this easier on you." He chanced a glance up at his mate, expression hesitant and borderline submissive. Eyes gleaming in the shadows, pelt painted an array of soft colors from the moon coming through the rainbow windows, Sparrowstar was brilliant. Something in his chest constricted, grew, burst, rose up from him and ran wild. Love, he thought, was a lot like the nighttime: a study in contradictions. Never did he feel so helpless, and never did he feel so powerful. If Sparrowstar asked, he would roll over and bare his throat, or he would singlehandedly bring ruin to every single warrior of StarClan. LightClan was lucky, a dark part of him knew, that Sparrowstar wasn't the rebellious type, because for all of Stormpath's love for his Clanmates, he would burn the world down at one half-hearted request from his lover. Left to their own devices, cats in love are dangerous, his mother had told him, once. That's why we need StarClan to pick our mates for us: because they can bring us stability and safety, because they can make sure love doesn't hurt. And Stormpath thought now that she was right and wrong, because his love for Sparrowstar was a hurricane waiting to strike, but it was also a ray of sun cutting through the clouds, a rainbow on the tail end of a downpour, all the holiness of the Moontower at Moonhigh. The only hurt was the barrier between them. "I love you," he added. "That's all." And it was. (@animefreak) |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2017 17:05:13 GMT -5
Sparrowstar blinked warmly. He was so lucky to have the mate he did. His consideration, selflessness, and endless loyalty were unparalleled: his consideration, selflessness, and endless loyalty gave him a renewed sense of hope and security. The choice made was the right one. Wherever their fate lay now - in the Dark Forest or among the stars or elsewhere - Sparrowstar would never stop loving Stormpath, and it was foolish to think otherwise.
"Your kits will be born in a moon, now," He said softly. He tried to make his voice sound soothing or reassuring, despite the naturally gruff edge to it. "Your priorities should lie with them, and their mother, for now. As your leader, I order it so." His last sentence picked up a more humorous tone, though it wasn't really a jape at all. Stormpath's submissive nature was not unknown to him - if he didn't 'order' his attention elsewhere, he'd likely argue. Sparrowstar's expression was light-hearted though as he finally approached his mate. Purring and nuzzling him, he relished in the current security now, rather than sit around worrying about the future. |
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Post by nem on Sept 17, 2017 17:12:14 GMT -5
The moon was hung high in the dark, star-speckled sky. Most cats in camp were sleeping in their moss-strewn nests, with their bellies heaving up and down. The exceptions: one or two of the undesirables, Sparrowstar, Stormpath, Rookpaw, and Aspenlight. Aspenlight laid silently in his nest, awaiting the sun to appear over the horizon. He had woken up a short while after Sparrowstar had departed, and he was already ready to start the day. But he knew that morning would not begin for a good time yet. Aspenlight sat up in his nest, his old bones creaking as he moved. Great StarClan, he hated that sound. It always reminded him of his rising age, and the great blessing that was youth. Especially, he noticed Alderpaw lying in her nest, his own inevitable death. Standing up and stretching out his back, Aspenlight decided to take a glance at his body. To him, he looked like a bunch of sticks wound together using vines, the usual. Briskly, Aspenlight snuck through the preachers' den, his eyes focused on exiting. He came out to the main part of camp, breathing the crisp air and feeling his pelt rustle the smallest bit from a soft breeze. However, there were two things odd with camp. Firstly, Sparrowstar's nest was empty, a little bit odd seeing how few cats actually went out at night. And, secondly, a nest was being constantly ruffled in the Apprentice's den. Aspenlight peered through the entrance, seeing Rookpaw picking through his nest. For a moment, the two toms met eyes, but Rookpaw swiftly turned away. Pulling himself back from the Apprentices' den, he looked towards the camp exit and was automatically reminded of something that needed to be done at the Moontower. He hadn't done it for about a half-moon, so he knew it needed to be done at least somewhat urgently, especially if the smell was to be somewhat bearable in it for the next full moon. Aspenlight whisked himself out of the camp and started the winding journey through the woods to the Moontower. His eyes were sharp in the darkness, although everything was in grayscale. When he finally reached the Moontower, he glanced up at its might. For most LightClan cats, the large building would've been an exhilarating scene. However, for Aspenlight, who had been there many times across many moons, the emotions were dulled, like a piece of grass that had been trampled on and trampled on for seasons upon seasons. Aspenlight climbed into the Moontower, taking a grand breath to smell the wet moss and stale, rotten prey. He twitched his whiskers, expecting to smell some freshly rotten prey, not the remnants of ones that had decomposed and been discarded of long ago. However, he could not sense any. He guessed that LightClan has been slacking in the department of prey sacrifices recently. Yet, another scent caught attention of his nose. It was fresh, as it the owner of it was present. He looked to his side and saw it. "Sparrowstar? And Stormpath?"(@animefreak December ) |
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Post by December on Sept 17, 2017 18:05:48 GMT -5
STORMPATH
The Moontower | Moonhigh | With Sparrowstar and Aspenlight (Thank you! I'll get a Marigoldsplash reply up soon.) Stormpath opened his mouth to protest - You'll always be my priority - but closed it again as he felt Sparrowstar nuzzle him. A purr bubbled up in his throat; contentment soared in his heart. Each muscle in his body visibly relaxed as the tension drained away, as he put his fear and his anxiety and his second guessing out of his mind and focused all of his attention on Sparrowstar alone. You have each other, he caught himself thinking. Everything is going to be okay.It was his last thought before Aspenlight burst into the Moontower and the world came crashing down around him. "Wait!" he yowled, jerking away from Sparrowstar. Every muscle in his body turned rigid. His heart plummeted to the earth. His head caught fire and spun him in circles, every warning call sounding, a final death cry turning to adrenaline in his veins. When it started, the shaking was as accidental as it was humiliating, but the terror was so blinding that he couldn't bring himself to think of it. "It's now what it looks like!" He stood before the preacher, head held high, jaw trembling with the exertion of keeping itself steady, tail swishing with an anxiety he couldn't repress. StarClan, please, he pleaded. I'll walk away. I'll never sin again if you let him believe we're only scared to be caught trespassing when we shouldn't be inside. Just keep Sparrowstar safe for me. I promise, I'll never touch him again.(@animefreak nem) |
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 17, 2017 21:26:23 GMT -5
(Using mobile atm so my reply won't be as long or formatted, sorry. Also December I should hope I have at least SOME writing skill as I do aspire to be a writer XD still, thanks a lot, I'm very glad you think So! You're a fantastic writer as well and actually seeing your first couple poats- especially the first one with Foxtail- is one of the reasons I decided to join this Clan in the first place.)
Briarcrow started at the sound of Marigoldsplash's voice, whirling around in surprise and sliding out his claws. However, he regained his composure quickly, forcing his bristling pelt to flatten. "Well, with that announcement I'm sure they know by now anyways." He glanced at Finchflame. "Either way, I don't think that punishment is necessary. It's been a long day, and she worked hard." Briarcrow was lying, of course. Or, rather, he didn't know whether or not he was telling the truth. He had seen Finchflame a few times throughout the day, and though they had even gone out on the same hunting patrol they had quickly separated. Still, he felt as though the punishments of the preachers, even for minor offenses like this, were rather harsh. Though he didn't care much for Finchflame- after all, he didn't know her- he saw no reason to at least make a feeble attempt to save her some trouble.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Sept 18, 2017 20:07:11 GMT -5
Hearing Citrinedream's voice caused Boragetail's heart to bounce into her throat. She jerked her head towards the blind tom. She wasn't expecting him, or much of anyone, to speak to her. With her stiff tail bristling behind her, she replied. "Yes." She grabbed a mouse and prepared to leave. However, an idea popped into her mind. She was typically isolated from others. Not only was it caused by her Clanmates, she had a part of it too. Maybe she could accept Citrinedream's friendliness and finally have a friend. "Uh, are you okay?" Boragetail murmured. >> Ooc <<
I'll respond later so sorry, i was on a trip to portland and i didn't think i would be super busy >> RP << Credit goes to Wildcard for the cloud  |
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Post by Redfleck on Sept 18, 2017 20:32:51 GMT -5
( Hello, I'm not sure where I can jump in, if I've even been accepted yet. I know there's multiple plots going on right now, the central one the greencough plot....? )
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Post by December on Sept 19, 2017 12:47:45 GMT -5
MARIGOLDSPLASH
LightClan camp | Moonhigh | With Briarcrow, Pinknose, and Finchflame ( Aphelyon - Aww, really? Thank you so much! I'm honored! some BODY else - We've switched over to nighttime to briefly establish the Stormpath and Sparrowstar Get Caught Plot and the Leafkit Befriends the Undesirables Plot. The Greencough Plot is going to start within a few real-time days when we switch back over to morning and a few cats wake up sick. If you're looking for something to do in the meantime, one of your cats could possibly be woken up by the little spat happening at the camp entrance. Also, Redfleck, you're accepted, dw.) Marigoldsplash let out a huff of frustration. "Each cat has a duty," she reminded him, chin high. "She's not fulfilling hers. Guards are supposed to watch over the camp to protect us from nighttime threats, not catch up on their sleep. Sloth disrespects StarClan even in normal circumstances, but this - this endangers the Clan as well." At Pinknose's voice, she whipped her head around. "Yes, hello, it's me," she confirmed, words an impatient, frustrated drawl. "I'm just trying to handle the Finchflame situation. We can't have cats dozing off during watch. It's completely unacceptable." The last two words were punctuated with a pointed glance in Briarcrow's direction. StarClan dictated that cats must be above pettiness, and so Marigoldsplash would transcend her instincts, but nobody'd ever said a word about being a bit snippy about LightClan's more lax "believers." They'd just have to forgive her if she'd stepped out of line. ( Aphelyon @snailkiss) |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2017 15:54:55 GMT -5
[ oh golly i can't reply w/ finchflame right now just uhh pretend she woke up and stumbled back to the warriors den or something ahfy;cgilw,b ]
The second another cat entered the Moontower, Sparrowstar's heart skipped a beat - maybe three. Maybe it stopped altogether, and he was actually in the Dark Forest right now, living - er, well, not living literally - through his most dreadful nightmares. His breath caught as well, and he held it, as if that alone would shut out whoever the masked intruder was and save the two toms. He dared not sniff the air, nor look behind himself - simply slipping away a few fox-lengths as quickly and as silently as he could.
When the 'intruder' addressed them, Sparrowstar's heart dropped like a stone. Bile rose in his throat. Wolfstar - oh, how could you? Oh StarClan, Oh Gods above - this is all my fault. If I had obeyed...St-Stormpath... When he risked a quick glance over at his paramour, the vibrating, terrified mess he saw started something within him. I must stay calm. I can still save us.
"Who's there?" He growled, feigning authority and obliviousness. His voice trembled the slightest bit, though, that could be passed off as surprise, he hoped. "The Moontower is off-limits this time of year. You best scurry along quick, before I get you to clean up all this crowfood." To add to his performance, he took a few threatening paces forward, claws unsheathed and teeth bared.
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Post by nem on Sept 19, 2017 17:43:16 GMT -5
Aspenlight looked at the two lightly shaking toms, curious and confused. His initial thought was that they were praying to StarClan or cleaning up the Moontower for him, but that doesn't seem right in the slightest. Or-- was it? He could really be that frightening. "Don't you recognize my voice, Sparrowstar? Come on, turn around." His voice was oddly friendly. "I was coming to clean up the crowfood around here, so you don't frighten me. Our Lords don't enjoy crowfood in their domain, and, as one who has sworn my life too them, I am responsible for taking care of it." He breathed for a moment, waiting for a response. However, his brain was still suspicious about what they had been doing. They had also been strangely close to each other, and why would anyone stand close to each other if they were cleaning things up? Then, an old memory he had stored in his brain clicked. All the signs were there. At that moment, his hackles spiked up and his face twisted into one of the most fiery expressions that he could manage. "What in world are you doing? And in the Moontower? You're ignoring responsibility! Being a traitor to your mates and Clans! And disobeying StarClan's laws! Do you know how idiotic that is?"
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Post by December on Sept 19, 2017 18:14:16 GMT -5
STORMPATH
The Moontower | Moonhigh | With Sparrowstar and Aspenlight (This is like 3% as good as I wanted it to be, but you know what? It happens.) At Aspenlight's words, Stormpath flinched, taking an inadvertent step backwards and ducking his head. He avoided eye contact as the rant continued, terrified of what he would find in Aspenlight's gaze - and what Aspenlight would find in his. The silence that followed - heavy, incriminating, all-encompassing - was equally horrifying. He held himself still as a statue. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to run, go, to dart through the entrance and between the trees and slip weightless into eternity. Later, he would imagine himself doing it over and over again. There were places, he knew. Goldenripple was theoretically alive on the island despite her exile; occasional untraced rouges or foxes wandered through LightClan territory and had to be dealt with. Aspenlight, untrained for the harsh reality of forest life, would never catch him; he knew Sparrowstar would let him go if he really fought for his own escape. There was a world beyond the borders - beyond the churning waves, even - and he could reach it if he tried. Maybe in another life, he would have bolted. But in this life, he could feel the pull of Sparrowstar beside him like the tug of the stars. He knew, with a sudden, sinking feeling in his stomach, what had to come next. "Wait," he meowed, stepping forward. His chin wobbled from the strain he was using to clench his jaw shut, to keep himself from unraveling, but he held his head high. "Don't blame Sparrowstar. It was me. I - I was the one who tried to tempt him. I was the one who let myself stray from StarClan's path. Don't - don't punish him. It wasn't his fault. He wouldn't be here if I hadn't - if I didn't -" If I hadn't loved him, but he couldn't bring himself to speak those words here. If I hadn't let my control slip, except this had never been a mistake; he had leaped into their affair with both paws forward, with both eyes opened. If I had fought harder to bury my urges, if I had just disappeared into the night the first time I looked at him and saw more than a fellow leader, if I had stepped into the ocean and let the waves swallow me whole, but Aspenlight had StarClan's will coursing through his veins like a river. He could never understand what it meant to be damned from birth. "If I hadn't asked," he finished, lowering his gaze. "Please just - forgive him. And forgive me, if you will." (@animefreak nem) |
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Post by December on Sept 19, 2017 18:58:39 GMT -5
MARIGOLDSPLASH
LightClan camp | Moonhigh | With Briarcrow and Pinknose (I'm gonna nudge this along a bit. Also, I'm p sure Rookpaw was going to be patient zero, but maybe we could say Owlcrest got it from him yesterday on a patrol or something?) Marigoldsplash watched with a huff as Finchflame slunk back to the warrior's den. Still, there was little she could do; she lacked the official authority of Sparrowstar and the preachers, and her build, age, and demeanor hardly awarded her the respect that her Clanmates offered to older, more trusted warriors. She turned back to Pinknose and Briarcrow. "At least let me keep watch," she suggested. " I won't fall asleep." Not that she was anybody's first pick for guard duty, she thought glumly. Still, there was no better time to prove herself than today. Wolfstar willing, I can look over the camp until sunrise. It's not like anything will happen, and if it did, StarClan would guide my paws.She glanced appraisingly at Briarcrow, taking care to hide the implicit criticism in her eyes. Though he wasn't an undesirable by any means, she wasn't sure he should be trusted with important Clan duties, either. She never saw him praying at the Moontower or heard him speak of the Gods. Don't pass judgment on him, she reminded herself, looking away. StarClan wouldn't like to see me playing Goddess. Besides, she decided, he had much to prove himself. ( Aphelyon @snailkiss) |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2017 19:09:25 GMT -5
The tension in his muscles eased, and his jaws shut as Aspenlight seemed to believe the leader's words. Did Wolfstar decide to give him a second chance? Surely a cat as wise as Him would know, that this relationship, Stormpath, everything: that he, Sparrowstar, had minimal choice. He was raised to be honest and true to his heart before all other things - how could he simply lie to himself, and disobey his most primal urges? Oh Wolfstar the Wise, milord, your mercy is not to be overlooked. Several similar prayers of thanks circulated throughout his mind. It seemed such over-joyous relief couldn't possibly last, however.
All the dread, and all the bitterness for his Lord flooded back into his bones. The peace that had momentarily prevailed over him was now shattered, along with any harmony, happiness, and hope within his heart. You would tease me like this, Wolfstar? You would dare? Sparrowstar hissed silently.
There was only one choice: if he killed Aspenlight now, he and Stormpath would be safe. Right?
Sparrowstar looked towards Stormpath once more as he spoke up. How likely of him to take the blame. How likely was it that he'd leave him, fearful, if he pounced on the preacher now? Too likely, he feared. The right answer was unclear, clouded, out of reach. Incomprehensible. The fury melted, leaving a lethargic and depressed husk in it's place.
"No, we share equal blame," The leader said tiredly. He walked (slowly) to Stormpath's side, and leaned slightly against him. "And although you may have my cats wrapped around your paw, Aspenlight, you cannot banish a leader from his own clan. Doing so is against StarClan's law. You wouldn't dare displease Wolfstar now, would you? Or was it he who led you here?" He sneered lightly. Even that took too much effort right now.
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 19, 2017 19:13:22 GMT -5
Briarcrow met her gaze levely, unfazed by her not-so-veiled criticism. He was, after all, well aware of her opinion on him; or rather, what he assumed it must be based on the known opinions on his other more pious Clanmates. Still, he wasn't complaining that the situation had resolved itself more or less quietly; he was not one to find himself frequently- if ever- in the spotlight, and he preferred to keep it that way.
"I had been offering to keep watch," the white tom meowed with a flick of his tail, "But if you're eager to do so instead, I wouldn't be inclined to stop you."
(Suuuuper short, terrible post since I'm on mobile & at work atm lmao. But I agree, I think things need to be somewhat expedited. It's beginning to drag on.)
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Post by December on Sept 19, 2017 19:17:38 GMT -5
(We're almost to morning, everyone. Thank you for your patience. It'll be much easier to get everyone something interesting to do then. And ye, I'm excited for the greencough outbreak to start.)
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Sept 19, 2017 20:07:19 GMT -5
>> Ooc <<
So where can i jump in, is the correl still happening or has everyone done with that rp? >> RP << Credit goes to Wildcard for the cloud |
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Post by December on Sept 19, 2017 21:49:33 GMT -5
(We're waiting for Aspenlight's reply and then switching to morning, I'm pretty sure. I'm just gonna say Marigold guarded because I'm not sure where else to go, and we're almost done with night plots anyway.)
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Post by nem on Sept 19, 2017 23:20:04 GMT -5
Calming down a but from his initial rage, Aspenlight purred amusingly. "Sparrowstar has a point, Stormpath. Relationships are not one-sided. It's why they're called relationships in the first place." Aspenlight was not exactly against two toms or two she-cats becoming romantically entwined. The problem was the disadvantage it caused for the Clan. The tom or she-cat would not produce kits, who are vital for any Clan's survival. "But I'm not going to tell anyone about this, and I won't even stop you from meeting." He mewed smugly. " Unless you, both of you, follow a few rules." "Firstly, listen to the will of StarClan. If you even minorly step out of line, it won't be so pleasant." His voice was rougher now, melding into a growl. "And, secondly, you both need to have more kits. I don't want this whole thing to have a negative effect on the Clan." "Am I clear?" He paused, awaiting a submissive reply. (@animefreak December) |
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Post by December on Sept 20, 2017 0:03:21 GMT -5
STORMPATH
The Moontower | Moonhigh | With Sparrowstar and Aspenlight (Speed reply for the sake of moving the plot along.) I won't even stop you from meeting.It was then that Stormpath's eyes jerked up to meet Aspenlight's, then and only then. He searched for any hint of dishonesty he could find, but the preacher's apparent emotions seemed to reflect his words as clearly as possible. The longer be continued speaking, the more Stormpath could feel the disapproval and worry coming off of him in waves, but also, the more he could also tell that the ultimatum was exactly what it appeared to be. Unlike Stormpath, it seemed, Aspenlight wasn't interested in deception. He swallowed hard. The answer, of course, came to him as easily as air came into a newborn kit's lungs. Stormpath didn't even stop to ponder his options. "Of course," he replied, dipping his head. "I - thank you for your mercy. StarClan bless you." (@animefreak nem) |
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Sept 21, 2017 18:55:33 GMT -5
>> Ooc <<
anyone on? >> RP << Credit goes to Wildcard for the cloud |
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Post by nem on Sept 21, 2017 19:00:50 GMT -5
(I'm here. I think we can start to roleplay the morning and Billy can reply when they want) |
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 21, 2017 19:05:59 GMT -5
(Awesome. I'll work on starters for Daybird and Brightwing for the morning. I also need to do a form for Spottedlight so we can get that rolling.)
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Sept 21, 2017 19:07:24 GMT -5
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Okay then would you like to rp? I see that one of my charries is mates with firewhisker im not sure what other cats are yours. >> RP << Credit goes to Wildcard for the cloud |
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Sept 21, 2017 19:08:27 GMT -5
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Mind if I jump in the daybird? He's mate to Citruspetal I think. >> RP << Credit goes to Wildcard for the cloud |
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 21, 2017 19:12:52 GMT -5
(Yeah sure. Though I had thought they weren't mates yet, just about to be matched. Still, if you'd like them to interact before they're paired I'm fine with that :) )
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Sept 21, 2017 19:14:54 GMT -5
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Oh well on the front page it says they are mates, but sure yeah we can do that. >> RP << Credit goes to Wildcard for the cloud |
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