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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 19:48:04 GMT -5
[Also here if anyone needs me for whatever reason.]
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Aug 8, 2017 20:17:21 GMT -5
{{ yes fi, that's exactly what i mean- sorry if it was a little unclear!
my activity should hopefully improve after work tomorrow, so i have the rest of the week off c:
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2017 20:24:52 GMT -5
Toadpaw followed the larger she-cat, eager to get out of camp. He maneuvered himself around tree roots, trying to trip and slow them down, stopping once they got far enough into the territory and Owlfleck suggested they split up. "Okay, I'll go this way." he responded in a whisper before they went separate ways.
After a few fox-lengths he caught the smell of a mouse and got into stalking position. He did his best to control his steps, taking his time and not rushing, shakily stalking through the undergrowth. Once he caught sight of the creature he was trying to get close enough but lost his balance, tumbling onto his side. The noise made the mouse scurry away. "Mouse-dung." Sloppily getting back to his paws, the young tom ran after his prey but slowed down after a few tail lengths once he realised it was already gone. If you keep doing that, you'll never be a warrior, he mentally scolded himself, scenting for more prey. That was a good run just now though! When he was a kit he could hardly run, he usually wiped out.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 20:50:52 GMT -5
Well, the scents figuratively laid out before her held promise, that was for sure. Taking another deep breath, Owlfleck straightened up and began marching off deeper into the undergrowth. Somewhere, there was vole. Perhaps rat, though admittedly she'd never see them come into the forest often. Too clean for them, perhaps? A bird would even be welcome...Oh, and there one was. With a leap and a snap of the jaws, the creature was felled.
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Post by Fionula on Aug 8, 2017 20:59:29 GMT -5
[ No worries, thanks for the clarification! ^^ ]
merlinfeather -- |
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 21:09:34 GMT -5
[I know that a merlin is a bird, but every time I see his name I keep thinking of the fictional character for some reason. And then I get momentarily confused before I remember. Why, me. Why do you do this, honestly.
And the worst part is that it keeps happening. It's not even a one-time thing.]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2017 21:34:10 GMT -5
[[ its been quite some time since ive rp'ed but id love to join if thats okay? this seems really fun
yall can call me christa btw ]] |
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 21:34:51 GMT -5
[[ its been quite some time since ive rp'ed but id love to join if thats okay? this seems really fun
yall can call me christa btw ]] [Hello!] |
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Aug 8, 2017 21:41:07 GMT -5
{{ you are absolutely welcome to join christa ouo
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2017 22:06:30 GMT -5
( hey )
Toadpaw walked around until he heard a scuffling in the leaves, quickly dropping to a crouch. He stalked in the direction of the sound, shaking his head repetitively as he concentrated as being quiet and balanced. He spotted his prey, a bird, specifically a plump robin, and this time managed to get close enough to jump. He missed the first time, landing beside where the bird was sitting, but a second leap batted the bird out of the air as it tried to fly away and a third pinned it under his paw. He lost his balance and fell onto his side as he bent his head and used his jaw to kill it. Purring loudly to himself, he looked at his kill with a proud smile.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 8, 2017 22:10:38 GMT -5
[I don't really have the energy to type out several paragraphs of killing prey (most of it's implied anyways), so if you'll all excuse me I'm just going to lurk in the background for the time being.
Adding another line of random text because the forums are glitching and saying that I "must provide a message", even though I technically already did.]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2017 11:28:17 GMT -5
( of course, haha, we can skip then )
After a while more of hunting, he hadn't managed to catch anything else, and decided to stop before he got too frustrated with himself. Toadpaw carried his single bird back to where he'd left Owlspeck, scenting the air he followed her scent. "Owlfleck-" he meowed around his catch, dropping it on the ground and spatting out some feathers. "I got a bird." He proudly showed off his kill, looking up at the warrior for approval. There was only one, but at least it was fat.
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Post by Brownie on Aug 9, 2017 13:02:11 GMT -5
[ yo/
Cedarpool - dark brown smoke tom with blue eyes. Focused. Insightful.
Thicketmask - brown tabby she-cat with yellow eyes and black paws, tail tip and mask. Passionate. Scatterbrained.
Redfeather - ginger she-cat with yellow eyes. Elder. Stubborn. Short-tempered.
King - white long-furred tom with dull grey eyes. Rogue. Prideful. Headstrong.
Also feel free to skip the first two paragraphs. Just trying to hash out new characters and give them some backstory.
tl;dr: that night was the eve of their sister's death by 'unknown illness' and they were both out sitting vigil; Cedar is distraught but Thicket is guilty because while she misses their sister, she doesn't feel the depth of sadness Cedar does and she thinks she should be feeling bad even though she's gotten over her sister's death.
Also what kind of territory is it? Trees, brush, the usual? And camp? I just left it generic but curious. ] Cedar && Thicket Thicketmask pushed her muzzle into Cedarpool's shoulder, resting her head on his neck. She was whispering words, words that after a long night with little sleep no longer had meaning. But still she spoke, if only to keep the white nose of comfort and familiarity between the two of them. The sun peeked up. Thicketmask let her monologue fade as it became brighter, washing the darkness away like an unpleasant stain. Birds filled the silence, but they seemed far away. Quiet. Thicketmask let out a held breath and moved away from her brother, very aware of the chill that brushed her fur in the absence of his warmth. "Come on," Thicketmask whispered softly, "it's time to get back."
In the end Thicketmask had to prod her brother to his paws and lead him like a blind elder on the short hike back to camp. She was almost worried that some cat would think there was a badger clomping around with the way Cedarpool stumbled down the path. She felt a stab of guilt at that. She should be just as tired, just as broken as he was. Last night was the eve of their sister's death. Cedarpool was the one who decided to sit vigil over her grave that night and of course Thicketmask came along. But not for Icepetal. She was there for her brother, alive and breathing beside her. That's who mattered. She missed Icepetal; her sister had been her best friend before the illness. Before she and Cedarpool had to watch as their sister slowly withered away. Thicketmask was with her every day during that sickness. She brought her sister fish, her favorite, only to watch her pick away at it without really eating it. She missed Icepetal. There was a little void inside of her that pulsed whenever she thought of her sister's eyes, twinkling with some unknown emotion.
But she still drifted during their vigil, picking up a few minutes of sleep now and then. She came to keep her brother safe during his vigil, not to sit her own. The guilt pushed onto her again, a little thorn in the side of her thoughts as she led her brother back through the camp, back into the warriors den so he could catch up on his own sleep. She hoped he would sleep, too. He needed it, and she was worried he'd be kept awake by memories even with the entire night that he had spent reliving them. Thicketmask felt like their mother as she made sure Cedarpool was settled in his nest, creeping away as if he were a kit she had just managed to calm for the night. But even as she worried an idea came to her and she turned her path towards the medicine cat's den. Poppy seeds, that's what their mother was given when she was plagued with nightmares and couldn't sleep. Maybe they would help her brother, or, at the very least, assuage her worry and make certain he was actually resting.
She poked her nose through the entrance. Empty. There was the heady scent of herbs and the lighter smell of cat twining in. Probably there had been some cats in here already this morning. She loitered for a few moments, scanning the camp and the depths of the the medicine cat den in case she missed Cloverspot's patched pelt in the dappled light. Nothing. Thicketmask let herself out of the den and into the clearing to wait. She wasn't on call for a patrol until dusk as she had requested the day previous. She sat and yawned, drawing a paw across her ear and licking her chest fur straight. She watched the clearing. She twitched her ears. She relaxed, and so she waited.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 9, 2017 17:14:16 GMT -5
( of course, haha, we can skip then ) After a while more of hunting, he hadn't managed to catch anything else, and decided to stop before he got too frustrated with himself. Toadpaw carried his single bird back to where he'd left Owlspeck, scenting the air he followed her scent. "Owlfleck-" he meowed around his catch, dropping it on the ground and spatting out some feathers. "I got a bird." He proudly showed off his kill, looking up at the warrior for approval. There was only one, but at least it was fat. She was in the process of digging up her catch, and halted at the sound of her apprentice's voice. "Nice catch, Toadpaw! That'll feed at least two cats what with how big it is." The mottled cat pulled the blackbird she'd caught from the hole, along with a mouse. "Let's get all this back to the camp," she stated. |
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 9, 2017 20:03:39 GMT -5
➝ (Hi there, I love jump-ins! Sorry if I splash in a little too awkwardly though!) ➝ Black | Tom | 22 moons | Ace/Aro: A slender tom with a long thin tail and a tapered muzzle. He has angled amber eyes that look like they're constantly staring at something behind you. His voice is soft and entranceful on the rare occasion that he does speak, for the most part he just uses gestures to communicate messages to others. His black pelt is always neatly groomed and he has a small scar under his right eye.  [Yo.] |
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🙛 ꜰᴇʀɴ
⏵ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰɪɴɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ...
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Post by 🙛 ꜰᴇʀɴ on Aug 9, 2017 21:04:10 GMT -5
➝ Annoyance almost seemed like it was pulsing through him as Black got his thin fur drenched with morning dew. Narrowing his eyes so no-one noticed the displeasure in his eyes, he padded uncomforatably into the camp. Damp pawsteps left small marks in the ground where he walked. Finally, he sat near the warrior's den and shook out each leg, trying to dry them. Disgusting, An inward hiss everytime a droplet of dew landed back on him from his shaking. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2017 21:25:02 GMT -5
[[ whoops, sorry! fell asleep. here are my two characters. ill type up a starter in a few!
smokesky - dark grey tom with short fur and green eyes.
foxgaze - light ginger tabby she-cat with short fur and yellow eyes. ]] |
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Aug 9, 2017 21:32:34 GMT -5
front post has been updated with some information in answer to everyone's questions and characters! check it out and you have anything else, please let me know by liking this post. if i'm ever not around, ask brownie- i trust them implicitly and know with complete certainty that any answers given will be as accurate as can be and reasonable to work with. c:
since this is gaining more popularity than i anticipated, i'll possibly add some more information- so feel free to give me ideas. OwO if this keeps up activity through to- idk let's say page ten- i'll even look into getting some coding and graphics done and get this into a proper clan, of course with all the high roles and plot including the characters of all you sweet people that took an interest in this to begin with. <3
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Post by Brownie on Aug 9, 2017 21:46:57 GMT -5
[ Ahhh.
That's a lot of front page stuff. Thanks for the camp details ^^
And welcome aboard, Chista and Tsui. ]
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 9, 2017 21:47:34 GMT -5
[Indeed, welcome aboard you two.]
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 9, 2017 22:06:51 GMT -5
[Feel somewhat like I should add more characters so I can "cover more ground", as it were, but I'm not really using the ones that I already have. Ahh, struggles.]
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Post by Brownie on Aug 9, 2017 22:13:37 GMT -5
[ I'm putting up my last two starters in a few ^^ They'll all be free (other than Cedar, and Thicket's waiting for Clover) ]
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 9, 2017 22:14:37 GMT -5
[The only free one I have is an elder if anyone wants. I feel like she wanders out of camp a lot.]
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🙛 ꜰᴇʀɴ
⏵ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰɪɴɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ...
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Post by 🙛 ꜰᴇʀɴ on Aug 9, 2017 22:16:19 GMT -5
OOC - - - You guys can throw whoever you want at Black, he doesn't talk much but it'd probably be intresting since he's mad about getting wet. - - - OOC |
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 9, 2017 22:24:01 GMT -5
[Would use Owlfleck because I feel like she's better suited to interacting with others in general, but she's kinda with Toadpaw right now haha]
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🙛 ꜰᴇʀɴ
⏵ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰɪɴɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ...
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Post by 🙛 ꜰᴇʀɴ on Aug 9, 2017 22:25:55 GMT -5
OOC - - - Haha, it's OK! Somebody else might join my weird boy. |
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