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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 21, 2017 19:17:33 GMT -5
(Hm. They might have preemtively set all the mate pairs on the front page, probably since Billy doesn't update the front that much and it's more efficient that way anyways.)
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Sept 21, 2017 19:19:01 GMT -5
>> Ooc << ahh okay i mean either way they are paired up. But yes a first interaction is needed, would you mind starting? Im in class atm >> RP << Credit goes to Wildcard for the cloud
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 21, 2017 19:22:31 GMT -5
(Lmao I'm fixing to drive and then be at my boyfriend's for a bit so it might not be long or amazing and it'll be in a little while, but I'll start if you like.)
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Post by December on Sept 21, 2017 19:23:59 GMT -5
(Happy morning, everyone! Thanks for all of your patience.
Quick question: what's Morningpaw's mentor's name and gender? I'm trying to get her starter up and ready.)
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Sept 21, 2017 19:40:09 GMT -5
>> Ooc << thats fine invader >> RP << Credit goes to Wildcard for the cloud
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 21, 2017 21:10:50 GMT -5
(My preacher is gonna be Spottedlight. She's a golden-brown spotted, Bengal-ish she-cat.)
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Post by December on Sept 21, 2017 22:30:44 GMT -5
MORNINGPAW LightClan camp | Early morning | With Spottedlight (Okay, cool! Here's the starter for whenever you're ready. Morningpaw take two) The vision started the way it always did: with Morningpaw, alone on a hill at the center of the forest, gazing up at the stars. They twinkled above her like they never did in life, bright and confident and ten times as alluring. If she closed her eyes and concentrated, she could make out the ghosts of whispers, the quietest hints of laughter carried her way on the breeze. The sounds relaxed her in some deep, instinctual way, like home made into noise. Each time, she told herself to hold onto this moment in hope that she could make it stay, and each time, it slipped between her paws. All at once, clouds rolled across the sky, dark and yellow-tinted and churning. She felt a too-hot, too-moist breeze lift the fine hair of her pelt. Somewhere in the not-so-far distance, lightning crackled, all heat and restless energy. The voices began to scatter, then fade to nothing. Morningpaw watched helplessly as the final corners of the sky were enveloped, each star blotted thoroughly from her view. Are you there, Morningpaw? a voice asked - deep, rumbling, seeming to strike her in the chest and bounce off her ribs. You must listen carefully. LightClan is slipping away from us.Morningpaw didn't always answer - the she-cat didn't even always manage to speak in the first place - but this time, helpless frustration mounted in her chest, and she lifted her muzzle to the swirling sky to call out, "So tell me how to stop it! Help me bring us back to to your light!" Open your eyes, Morningpaw.Just like that, she jolted awake. Blinking fiercely against the harsh onslaught of morning light, she made out the familiar - and comforting - silhouette of her mentor in the distance. She breathed out. Sometimes, the visions felt more real then her waking life did, but at least she always had ways to bring herself back home. She pushed herself to her paws and padded quietly towards Spottedlight's familiar figure. She stopped a few paces to her mentor's left, hesitant to linger too close. She didn't want to press against her like a trembling kit, spooked by a mere nightmare. She couldn't quite bring herself to meet her eyes, either, still jostled by the echo of the Dream. Instead, she picked a spot in the distance - a late-blooming flower pushing through the cracks of the earth - and fixed her gaze there instead. "I had another vision," she admitted, voice low and tentative. "I - how do you handle them? It was just so... real." Every time she spoke to StarClan, she felt it - a hum like destiny, like purpose, like I chose you and I love you and together we can make everything okay. But feeling the her bond with her ancestors that deeply meant feeling the rest of it, too, the tangle of hurt and the most primal sort of despair. Morningpaw tried to tell herself that it would get easier with age and experience, but deep down, a part of her doubted it would ever stop feeling this way. ( Aphelyon)
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Sept 22, 2017 17:03:44 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Im going to jump in here. >> RP << Grayinglight had awoken at dawn, but decided to linger in his nest; thinking of his plans today. The moment Morningpaw jolted awake he turned his ears towards her; the rustling of her nest almost pounced into his ears. He opened an eye peaking over the edge of his nest, he watched the frazzled apprentice get up and pad to her mentor. He quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep; although his ear followed her footsteps till they stopped. After the apprentice had spoken he decide it was time to sit up, he didn't say anything for a moment the sun dappled his pearl white and blue grey fur. "It is over time they will become easier to deal with, don't let instinct take control. Stop for a moment and take a deep breathe. Remember its just a message." The tom mewed with a understanding but knows what his talking about tone; he licked his paw and ran it over his ears, doing this a few times. Credit goes to Wildcard for the cloud
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Post by PatienceTheVirtue on Sept 25, 2017 15:28:09 GMT -5
--Paleflame awoke well before dawn, his strict religious teachings from kithood still permeating every aspect of his daily life. Mechanically, he rose from his slightly uncomfortable nest - purposefully made that way to constantly remind him to be humble and thank StarClan for his many daily comforts - and left to start his day right, by providing for his Clan. Once through the still empty, eerie camp, the forest welcomed him. Drops clung to his fur from the slight fog as well as the dewy underbrush. Prey is unlikely at this hour in his experience, but a true warriors first thoughts and actions should be for the Clan. He didn't know of anyone else to be up participating in Clan life as he was, so the swishing of the underbrush shocked him more than he would care to admit. "Quiet," he hissed gently, "Prey barely runs without someone stomping around and pushing them back to their dens!"
((Anyone can jump in, or no one, it's chill))
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Sept 26, 2017 18:26:55 GMT -5
>> Ooc << hello? >> RP << Credit goes to Wildcard for the cloud
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 28, 2017 9:56:32 GMT -5
(hey guys sorry I kind of vanished, I've been pretty busy and haven't had the time on my computer to write up a good starter/response lol. Just to warn you, I'm going to straight-up vanish from Friday afternoon through most of Sunday, so if you're concerned about getting stuck with me we should try to resolve our interaction or put it off until afterwards.)
Spottedlight sat just outside the preachers' den, gazing quietly up at the sky as she sent a silent prayer to the collective gods. While most cats often chose a particular god that they felt close to, and tended to follow and pray to more than others, Spottedlight had always tried to serve them all to the best of her ability, letting each one guide her paws when the time was right and making no favorites. Today, as always, she had awoken early, rising with the sun so that she could greet the new day with the energy and faith of StarClan. She said her morning prayer, and then would choose something stale from the fresh-kill pile, that way she could leave the fresher prey later in the day to her Clanmates. She was just opening her eyes from her prayer, about to get to her paws to go over to the fresh-kill pile, when she heard a voice from behind her.
"I had another vision."
It was her apprentice, Morningpaw. Spottedlight turned to see the young tortoiseshell padding over to her, her pelt still ruffled with sleep and her eyes haunted by the memory of whatever she had dreamed. Spottedlight gave the apprentice a comforting lick on the ear as she came and sat beside her.
"I - how do you handle them? It was just so... real."
The question gave Spottedlight a pause, and she considered how best to answer. The truth was, for as long as she had lived, the spotted she-cat had never had a single true vision from StarClan. Strange dreams, events she could almost interpret as omens, sure, but nothing that an ordinary Clan cat couldn't imagine. But I'm not an ordinary cat, Spottedlight corrected herself firmly in her mind. No, she was a preacher. She deserved that title just as much as the others... perhaps more, from the effort she had to put in to be there.
As Spottedlight opened her mouth to reply, she was interrupted by Grayinglight from behind them. She hadn't realized the tom was awake, let alone listening in on their conversation. Still, she hid her annoyance at his eavesdropping and let him finish, dipping her head to him at the end. "Yes, that's true," she replied evenly, feigning sweetness in her voice. Of course, she wouldn't know one way or another, but it seemed like good advice for the apprentice. But even if his advice held stock, Spottedlight was still annoyed at the other preacher's interjection. Morningpaw is my apprentice, she thought irritably. I can teach her just fine without you sticking your nose into our business.
Looking back down at Morningpaw, Spottedlight wrapped her tail around the apprentice's flanks. "Grayinglight is right, don't let it startle you. Still, I wouldn't say you need to block out all emotion," she began. "There's nothing wrong with taking a moment to marvel. After all, StarClan chose you. Your visions are an amazing thing. You should cherish them," she meowed sincerely. She couldn't lie to herself that she was jealous of the seeming clarity of the true preachers' visions; all she wanted was to experience what they did. "And besides," she added, "emotion is part of the vision. If it's scary, they want you to feel fear. If it's comforting, they want you to be comforted. If it's sad, they want you to be sad. They send these visions so that you may feel what you need to feel, to do what you need to do." This, of course, was pure speculation; still, in her opinion, the logic held up. If StarClan didn't want the preachers to feel emotion, they wouldn't make their visions so... emotional. "So," she finished, "tell me what you saw."
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 28, 2017 10:05:50 GMT -5
Daybird had awoken shortly after sunrise, slipping out of his nest and treading on one or two tails or paws as he left and quickly apologizing under his breath as he tried to quietly exit the warriors' den. Outside, the day was bright and clear, and he took a moment to simply enjoy the warmth and clarity of the day. Then, he went over to where the deputy was arranging patrols, asking what he should do first.
"Um... find someone to patrol with you. Go to the northern shore," the deputy told him rather dismissively, waving their tail at the other cats gathered in camp. Daybird dipped his head, turning to look at what his options were. Most cats were sharing tongues, chatting, organizing their own patrols, and generally getting ready for the day. Daybird was uncertain he wanted to interrupt any of their activities; he was sure they all had their own things to do for now. Finally, he spotted a lone cat on the other side of camp, looking like they had just woken up. Well, he thought, it's worth a try. Trotting over to the white she-cat, Daybird dipped his head politely.
"Hi, Citruspetal," he meowed nervously. He had never talked to her before, besides a few passing words on patrols and such, and he always got nervous around she-cats as it was. He was always careful to treat them politely and respectfully, and do his best not to make a bad impression... after all, any one of them (well, besides those already paired) could end up his mate one day. Pushing that thought from his mind, he focused on his current task, and continued: "[deputy] said I should find someone to patrol the northern shore with me. Would you like to come?" (sorry it's short and super sloppy lol. I hope whoever ends up playing the deputy doesn't mind me temporarily commandeering their future character)
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Post by December on Sept 28, 2017 13:25:03 GMT -5
MORNINGPAW LightClan camp | Early morning | With Spottedlight and Grayinglight (Sorry for the super long delay, and also for the messy reply here. I've been dealing with an overload of exams and a bunch of other personal nonsense. Fingers crossed that things calm down. On the bright side, shoutout to RP profiles! Let's hope this works.) Morningpaw listened dutifully to both preachers' words, wrapping her long tail neatly around her paws and lifting her chin to get a better view of their expressions. She drew some comfort from their words, especially her mentor's. See? she chided herself. It's not such a big deal. Spottedlight wouldn't lie to you."Thank you," she meowed. "Both of you. I suppose you're right. I just - it takes a bit of adjustment, doesn't it? I'm sure I'll be used to it soon." Her thoughts shifted uneasily to the vision. Still shaken by Redstar's eerie warning, the prospect of voicing the words aloud hardly appealed to her. At the same time, she knew that this was a burden she couldn't bear alone, a burden she wasn't meant to bear alone. StarClan had given young preachers mentors for a reason, and she knew taking advantage of it might help. "Well," she began, stumbling over her words a bit. "It started the way it usually starts, I guess. I was in the forest, and the sky was clear, and - StarClan was with me. I could just... tell." To any other warrior, the idea of just knowing might not make sense, but Morningpaw was confident that Spottedlight and Grayinglight would understand. She felt a flash of gratitude that she had such experienced preachers to speak with. "But then it - changed," she continued, worry creeping into her gaze. Her voice began to go wild, strained by the lingering traces of fear. "A storm came in, and all of the stars vanished. And then Redstar - she just kept telling me that LightClan was slipping away from her, and I tried to stop it, I really did, and I asked her how, and she said -" She swallowed, hard. "She told me to open my eyes," she finished. "And I did. But it was just LightClan. Just you. What could that - what does it mean? Is the sin getting worse? We've been cracking down. I don't understand..." Help me, she added silently, not just to Spottedlight and Grayinglight, but to the Gods themselves. I am yours. Show me the way.( Aphelyon ♡ Bun ♡)
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Sept 28, 2017 14:54:40 GMT -5
>> Ooc << >> RP << Citruspetal smiled at Daybird, dipping her head slightly in gretting. "Hello Daybird." She had only seen the tom from a distance, with a few words here and there on patrols. I wonder if he's going to be my mate? She thought, she had no idea who was going to be her mate it could be anyone who already doesn't have a pairing. He is quite handsome and his shyness is cute, but might as well get to know him. "Sure." She mewed standing up and shaking out her white fur, she started towards the entrance with the tom at her side. Credit goes to Wildcard for the cloud
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 29, 2017 11:58:20 GMT -5
Spottedlight listened with interest as Morningpaw described her vision, eyes clouded and free of all emotion. It began, so far as she could tell, fairly normally. From what she had heard from the other preachers, StarClan normally began its visions somewhere familiar, safe... like in the forest. However, when Morningpaw said that Redstar had told her to open her eyes to Spottedlight, the spotted she-cat's gaze sharpened. What? she thought, quickly hiding her surprise. Does she mean... no, of course not. She pushed away her concern, blinking slowly as she considered the rest of the dream. I'm here to help. That's all it means. I must help Morningpaw to drive the sin out of LightClan.
After a moment, Spottedlight gave a small nod. "It's very ambiguous," she admitted with a shrug. "But... that's the only thing it could mean." She let out a sigh. "The sad truth is, sinners will sin no matter what we do. Some cats are born holy, like us," she explained, bending her head to give her apprentice an affectionate lick between the ears, a purr in her voice. Then her tone turned harsher. "Others are born... broken. Sometimes, if we catch it early and take the right steps, they can be fixed... but it can be hard to tell in cats so young. They grow up with this sickness inside them, and carry it with them every pawstep of their lives." She sighed again. "Even if they never step a paw out of line, for fear of punishment, that sin still taints their heart." She got to her paws, arching her back slightly in a stretch before looking over her shoulder at Grayinglight. "It seems we need to take a harsher approach to cure this Clan. I think it is time to begin..." She tilted her head, considering her wording. "Pruning."
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 29, 2017 12:12:34 GMT -5
Daybird returned her smile quickly, fighting back his nervousness. He was relieved she had accepted; it would have been awkward otherwise. He quickly followed her as she headed out of camp, stumbling slightly as he trotted to catch up. His ears flushed with embarrassment, but he pushed it back. She didn't see that, I hope.
"So... do you think we should start on the east or west?" he meowed, casting a shy glance at the she-cat. She was quite beautiful out here, he realized, with her glittering yellow-green eyes, and white fur glowing in the sun. It looks very soft, he thought wistfully, thinking of his own short, rather coarse pelt. Briefly, he wished his coat was softer and sleeker, and perhaps a nicer color. Or, at the very least, he thought, I could have a cool scar to make me look tough. Or... something. Lost in his thoughts, the tom didn't notice a root sticking out of the path in front of him. It caught on his white paw, sending him stumbling nearly face-first into the dirt.
(lmao Daybird is a mess. Also, edited to fix the eye color error lol)
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Sept 29, 2017 15:59:23 GMT -5
>> Ooc << lol I know the Picture for the roleplay profile has blue eyes but she actually has yellow - green eyes hence the word citrus... I just couldn't find any cats that look like her with yellow and green eyes they all have blue eyes.... Maybe I should change it to blue green or just blue.
Lmao omg he just needs some lovin xD Just him thinking about his coat lol xD I wish i had softer fur or a scar to seem tougher than this raggedy old coarse fur xDDD I love it Im replying now >> RP << Citrupetal had wiggled through the brambles that's called the entrance, Her attention was on the pale sun that dappled through the oak and pine trees that towered above, Instead of Daybird's stumbling. She turned her head towards the tom when he spoke, recalling that the tom said northern shore. "I thought we were going to the northern shore?" She asked a little confused, her face went wide with concern when the tom tripped. She quickly padded over to him helping him up, "Are you okay." She could see the embarrassment written all over the tom's face, How cute.She thought, smiling unconsciously. Credit goes to Wildcard for the cloud
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 29, 2017 16:30:55 GMT -5
(How's this?)
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 29, 2017 16:44:57 GMT -5
Daybird quickly scrambled to his paws, shaking the dead leaves out of his pelt as Cistruspetal rushed over. If he had been embarrassed before, it was nothing compared to how he felt now. Curse my clumsiness, he thought as he bent his head to lick his chest, brushing some more leaf-litter off of his white fur. "Uh, yeah, I-I'm fine," Daybird replied, stuttering with nervousness. Mouse-dung. She must think I'm an absolute fool, he thought despairingly. "L-let's just go...." He didn't want to linger on the incedent any more than necessary, so he just shook out his pelt again and then hurried out in front of the she-cat, holding his head high with mock confidence and being extra-careful about where he put his paws.
"Anyways...." he meowed after a few moments, remembering her question. "We are. I just meant... like, should we start at the eastern edge and head along the shore until we reach the west, or start in the west and walk east?" He flicked his tail in the direction indicated both times, uncertain that he was explaining correctly.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Sept 29, 2017 16:47:53 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Omg yasss, thank you. Wait what did you use? >> RP << Credit goes to Wildcard for the cloud
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Post by December on Sept 29, 2017 16:47:57 GMT -5
MORNINGPAW LightClan camp | Early morning | With Spottedlight and Grayinglight Morningpaw couldn't help but purr at her mentor's affection, but her mood darkened with Spottedlight's tone. Some cats are born... broken. Still, she followed along easily, familiar with the typical sentiments Spottedlight was expressing, until - "Pruning?" Morningpaw echoed. She stifled a shiver at the thought of what pruning might entail. According to some of the gossip she'd overheard from queens as a kit, the undesirables den was as full as anyone in recent memory had ever seen it. Though Morningpaw had never personally known her, she still heard whispers of Goldenripple, thrown out for her atheism, and she knew there'd been cats before her, too. She thought of Breezefeather's unpleasant demeanor, of the barely-suppressed rage that vibrated off of Swiftstrike's pelt, of Leafkit's squeaky voice rising from the den in the dead of night. She couldn't imagine what was supposed to come next if this still wasn't enough, if the care preachers took in choosing mate pairs and the isolation they forced upon the undesirables and the threat of exile that hung over their heads like dark clouds couldn't get the job done. "I suppose if that's what StarClan wills..." she continued, recovering quickly, though hesitation still laced her words. She had yet to grow into the certain harshness that came with her position, the one that she saw Aspenlight wield like a second pelt, but she quietly resolved to learn. "It's just... sad. They could all lead such happy lives if only they would follow StarClan's light. Her gaze drifted to Swiftstrike, emerging gracefully from the undesirables' den - or as gracefully as she could with her bad leg dragging along behind her. Morningpaw's heart ached at the thought of the wasted potential, the bright young warrior brought down by the fire that burned too brightly within her and StarClan's rush to put that fire out. She still carried herself with the poise and authority of a leader, with a challenge in her eyes that dared anyone to disagree to her face. What could they take from her that hadn't already been taken? What could they say that hadn't been said? How could they possibly hope to show her the light? And there were so many more of them, equal in their distance from the stars, as far from Morningpaw as the surface of the moon. Come home, she pleaded silently. There is warmth here. There is hope of forgiveness. StarClan hasn't given up on you yet. They came to me to make sure I wouldn't, either.( Aphelyon)
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 29, 2017 17:05:51 GMT -5
(I used Fire Alpaca, but I'm sure there's other programs that could work too. Basically, just save the image and open it with the program, or copy/paste, and then make a second layer to go over it. Set the layer to "color" [though "multiply" could theoretically also work if you just want to tweak the color a bit], re-color what you want, save it, and upload it to somewhere like Tinypic or Imgur.)
Spottedlight let out a wistful sigh, sympathetic with Morningpaw's grief at the thought. "It's true, they could have if they had been caught as kits and fixed then. Some might even have hope still. Others, though... like Whitetalon." She shook her head. "They are too lost. Still, I feel as though every cat deserves the benefit of the doubt; one last chance to prove their loyalty." She settled down on her haunches again, this time facing the other two. "I have a few ideas, I think, on how to at least begin to correct this. I'm only thinking of it now, so tell me what you think."
"First, I believe we should intervene early with the kits. All of them. Of course, those who seem... abnormal, we take special care with, but all should be taught of StarClan and the gods from a young age." She paused, tilting her head, a thoughtful expression. "Some of the queens are tainting them, I think. Them, and some of the other adults. They tell them horror stories of harsh punishment from the preachers and the gods, and encourage them to fake visions so that they can be like us. They believe that being a warrior is somehow... lesser, punishable, and that only by becoming a preacher can they fully escape some kind of disapproval from the gods." Unknowingly, Spottedlight was recalling some of her own sentiments from kithood; a feeling that being only a warrior was somehow... inadequate. Realizing that she was rambling, the she-cat shook her head to clear it, bringing herself back to her original point. "Thus, I think we should take a more active role with the kits. Tell them stories of the gods, teach them StarClan's ways. Make sure that they know that any service to the Clan, even as a warrior, is a good service. Make them remember that StarClan isn't something to be feared, but to be loved."
She paused, considering the suggestion. "Also having to do with kits, I think we should forbid contact between them and the undesirables. It makes them sympathize with them." She wrinkled her nose. "Many cats now are lost, but fortunately, each new litter brings hope. So, even if we cannot save those who are warriors now, we can bring back our Clan's righteousness with the next generation. As for the adults... that's not as easy a task, to weed out those who are loyal and righteous, and those who are not." She stopped again, tilting her head as she gazed at the others, waiting for some kind of critique or suggestion.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Sept 29, 2017 17:09:46 GMT -5
Daybird quickly scrambled to his paws, shaking the dead leaves out of his pelt as Cistruspetal rushed over. If he had been embarrassed before, it was nothing compared to how he felt now. Curse my clumsiness, he thought as he bent his head to lick his chest, brushing some more leaf-litter off of his white fur. "Uh, yeah, I-I'm fine," Daybird replied, stuttering with nervousness. Mouse-dung. She must think I'm an absolute fool, he thought despairingly. "L-let's just go...." He didn't want to linger on the incedent any more than necessary, so he just shook out his pelt again and then hurried out in front of the she-cat, holding his head high with mock confidence and being extra-careful about where he put his paws.
"Anyways...." he meowed after a few moments, remembering her question. "We are. I just meant... like, should we start at the eastern edge and head along the shore until we reach the west, or start in the west and walk east?" He flicked his tail in the direction indicated both times, uncertain that he was explaining correctly.
>> Ooc << Wait are they closest to the west edge or the east edge? Oh I know how to edit it but i use Paint too sai but im lazy >> RP << Citruspetal watched the tom walk off, she stood up and followed him. Although she was in no rush to catch up, but didn't stray far behind. She smiled when the tom spoke again. "Let start at the west side." She gave him a gentle smile, and started in that direction. Her eyes straying to in front of her, she felt somewhat sad for the tom; wanting only wanted to cheer him up, but didn't really know how. However she kept walking enjoying the last of the summer's warmth, a cool breeze ruffled her fur and she took a deep breathe in, taking in all the scents. Hmmm I smell Leaf-fall soon all these tree will be so pretty,. Leaf-fall is her favorite time of year.
Credit goes to Wildcard for the cloud
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 29, 2017 17:13:08 GMT -5
(not sure. I suppose that depends where the camp is located... the description isn't real specific on that point. I always assumed it was roughly central. which I guess would put them approximately equal distance from the northeast and northwest "corners" of the island)
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Sept 29, 2017 17:21:56 GMT -5
>> Ooc << I might be poofy, im doing homework then i got to do the dishes. >> RP << Credit goes to Wildcard for the cloud
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Post by December on Sept 29, 2017 18:14:36 GMT -5
MORNINGPAW LightClan camp | Early morning | With Spottedlight and Grayinglight Morningpaw's thoughts drifted to Foxtail, to Silvernight, to even her own mother, who loved her with the fire of a thousand suns but whose eyes had still shone a little brighter when she'd realized what her daughter was on the cusp of becoming. They think they're lesser than us, she realized. That they're not an important part of StarClan's plan because they're just warriors.She watched the "just" warriors move through the clearing with new eyes. She studied a young she-cat as she dropped a large rabbit into the fresh-kill pile, her amber eyes glowing with pride. She noted a patrol gathering near the entrance to camp, presided over by the deputy. She stifled a purr at the sight of two warrior apprentices practicing battle tactics on each other outside of their den, rolling around in a mess of fur and dust and already-blossoming strength. Her own parents had been warriors, obviously, as had every other preachers'; warriors alone were the cats permitted to reproduce. Sparrowstar and LightClan's deputy had begun their paths as warrior apprentices in the same clearing where Spottedlight had chosen her. In choosing her, Spottedlight had taken from her the opportunity to learn to hunt and fight and assess threats along LightClan's borders. Her eyes drifted back to the apprentices, the cats learning to do those very things for her, just as she was learning to bring StarClan's word down to Earth for them. We need each other, she thought. We'd all be lost alone."Yes," she heard herself say, surprised by the certainty in her own voice. "I think StarClan would like that very much." ( Aphelyon)
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Post by December on Sept 29, 2017 18:20:06 GMT -5
(I totally understand. Your life has to come first, after all. Best of luck with all of your future endeavors! We'll be here if you ever have enough inspiration and time to start RPing with us again, but if not, it's been a pleasure working with you.)
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 29, 2017 20:41:09 GMT -5
(soooo I know that Briarcrow is my main character but I think Spottedlight is quickly becoming my favorite lol. I love characters like her that are so... morally ambiguous. Doing the wrong thing for the right reasons, and vice versa. I suppose, after all, my favorite saying is that "the road to Hell is paved with good intentions." Well, that plus "I'll burn that bridge when I get to it" which is probably Briarcrow's defining statement.)
Spottedlight let out a purr. "Precisely," she replied, following Morningpaw's gaze as she examined their Clanmates. She indulged in a heartbeat of watching them as well, her heart warmed by the dutifulness with which they went about their tasks. Yes, LightClan may be wrought with sin and unholiness, but many of its warriors were good and righteous and worth saving. Her gaze wandered to the undesirables' den, and suddenly her mood was soured. Yes, some were worth saving. Turning her attention back to the other preachers, Spottedlight spoke again, pushing all thought of the undesirables- and her own insecurities- from her mind.
"Yes... I propose that perhaps every few days, we gather all the kits together and tell them stories of the gods and their accomplishments. The most important thing is to quell any resentment towards StarClan before the others can implant it, and to remind them that StarClan is a good thing. Remind them that what we all do is for them, even if it sometimes seems harsh in the moment." She let out a sigh. "I think some of the warriors could do with a reminder like that as well."
(sorry it's kind of short lol. Also sorry for the delay, I was working on setting up a Clan. Some you all may be interested in it actually, it has a similar [but a bit more overt] dystopian sort of feel to this one.)
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Post by Aphelyon on Sept 29, 2017 20:48:54 GMT -5
Daybird nodded, adjusting his direction as well so that he padded alongside Citruspetal. They now walked in silence, but Daybird felt that it wasn't the usual sort of awkward silence that usually falls over patrols when there's nothing to talk about. No, this silence was easy, peaceful... he felt as though he could just walk with Citruspetal, never saying a word, and feel completely at home. The feeling was... unusual, but so very nice. She seems very kind, the ginger tom thought as he cast a glance in her direction. She seemed so... serene, enjoying the cool breeze. I think it would be okay if she were my mate. In fact, I think I might like that.
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