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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 9, 2017 22:35:29 GMT -5
[Anyways, gonna be lurking once again.]
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Post by Brownie on Aug 9, 2017 22:38:43 GMT -5
[ More starters? Sure.
Here's my angry elder child.
She's not quite paralyzed, but lost feeling in her hind legs which makes it very difficult for her to move around on them. She's also lost some of her hearing ^^
*also yeah Moonstripe, if it isn't obvious, was her 'mate' or at the very least the one she loved. ] Redfeather She hated the elder's den. Her hearing might not be the best anymore but her nose worked just fine and the sticky sweet stench of the honeysuckle bush made her grit her teeth and wish her hind paws would support her weight so she could run back into the forest and away forever. She'd be content with walking. Or even dragging herself across the ground if that's what it took. Redfeather pulled her front paws under her chest and pushed. Her hind paws scrabbled weakly behind her, slipping out to the sides when she tried to stand. She tried until her front paws quivered under her own weight. The muscles didn't even burn, just ached. Ached, a word used for the old. She gave up with a sharp curse, dropping back to her nest. The moss and feathers sighed as she breathed heavily, already weary from her hopeless exertions.
Something inside her was broken now, and not just her legs. She wished her mind would start to fade like some of the other elders she had known, their memories blotched and worn like old photographs that only showed shapes with no edges. She didn't want to remember anymore. Her memories only deepened her agony, her longing. She was running, the wind playful against her fur. She hardly felt the ground as she flew across the heather and moss of the moor. . .
Laughter. She jumped up to the bottom branch of a tree, batting the branches so snow dropped down in wet clumps to land on the upturned faces of her friends: Kestrelnight with his piercing yellow eyes, Tourmaline beautiful in her happiness, Mothcloud's mismatched ginger and white fur, and Moonstripe. Moonstripe with her glittering silver tabby markings that made the white snow look dull and grey. Moonstripe looking at her with wide blue eyes, joy sparkling in their depths. Moonstripe, her laughter chimelike in the cold air. Moonstripe, winking at her and tipping her head, a question that need not be answered. . .
Redfeather felt a surge of anger for her vivid memories tumbling one after another. Frustration for her disability, rage at the thought that they were all gone, dead, while she was left broken and alone. Emotions tugged at her front paws, tingling. Her hind were numb. She let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding and the anger left with it, leaving her hollow. She rested her head on her paws and closed her eyes, letting the honeysuckle stench ground her there, in the present, hovering like flies: annoying, but at least they reminded her that all this was real. |
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 9, 2017 22:52:11 GMT -5
[Oh dang, poor Redfeather. All Tikaani is is selectively mute, and possibly slightly brain damaged.]
The considerably scruffier she-cat watched Redfeather quietly from a shadowed corner of the den, bicolored gaze unusually alert. Tikaani shifted slightly, making the bracken in her nest rustle. Perhaps the other she-cat was hungry? Not that she could ever really tell. But, regardless. Hoisting herself to her feet, the ginger and white moggy slipped from the den, only to return moments later with a few mice. Dropping them with a considerable lack of grace, she pushed the bodies towards Redfeather with a paw.
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Post by Brownie on Aug 9, 2017 22:56:21 GMT -5
[ omg that post header is so pretty <3 🙛 ꜰᴇʀɴ ] Thicket & Black His scent. Thicketmask could almost cuff herself over the ear if she had another paw to do it. "Thanks, that'll save some time waiting," she mewed with a twitch of her ears. She felt she should say something else, but the pressing worry for her brother --more a passing thought now, but the original urge still drove her towards her mission-- took her paws past the dark tom and into the forest beyond. She took a few steps off the path before she started looking for signs of the medicine cat and scenting for his sharp herb tang alongside the more mellow LichenClan scents. She ranged along the main trails before she finally picked it up. It was crisp, fresh. He must have come this way that morning. Without a second thought she dove into the trees, following Cloverspot's trail. |
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🙛 ꜰᴇʀɴ
⏵ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰɪɴɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ...
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Post by 🙛 ꜰᴇʀɴ on Aug 9, 2017 23:02:32 GMT -5
Black & Thicketmask - - - Slowly, his eyes moved from the ground to the she-cat's face and then to something far away it seemed. Cloverspot? Internally his brain worked, placing a cat's appearance to a cat's name. I don't think so. The tom shook his head slowly, but gestured with a paw to the outside greenery and then shrugged.
"I am unsure," Black's mouth barely moved as he answered. "Follow his scent." |
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Post by Brownie on Aug 9, 2017 23:13:14 GMT -5
[ wadevvilsonyeah she's a fiery, stubborn gal so having her body give out on her like this really makes her frustrated. And tikaani is such a pretty name !! Going to take me some time to type right though lol. Our old problem children <3 ] Red & Tikaani Redfeather's head turned when Tikaani left the den. The she-cat sometimes startled her. She moved silently and never spoke, appearing and disappearing from the den like a spiky-furred ghost. She returned with a few mice, pushing their limp bodies towards Redfeather's paws. Redfeather looked up with wide eyes, surprised and somewhat in awe. "Thank you," she said, for once the words not edged with sarcasm. She hadn't asked for anything, hadn't expected any word or even a thought from the other she-cat. The stars knew she did little enough to deserve it. She hooked one of the mice with a claw and pulled it over the edge of her nest. She was careful to eat it, knowing that if she dirtied her nest she couldn't just take out the bloodied parts or fix it without aid. But the prey helped her longing settle. |
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Post by Brownie on Aug 9, 2017 23:22:34 GMT -5
[ omg that post header is so pretty <3 🙛 ꜰᴇʀɴ LOL I'm so stupid I meant to copy the code but I just edited the original post. xDDDDDD whatever here it is ^^ rest in peices original post you will be forever missed. ] Thicket & Black His scent. Thicketmask could almost cuff herself over the ear if she had another paw to do it. "Thanks, that'll save some time waiting," she mewed with a twitch of her ears. She felt she should say something else, but the pressing worry for her brother --more a passing thought now, but the original urge still drove her towards her mission-- took her paws past the dark tom and into the forest beyond. She took a few steps off the path before she started looking for signs of the medicine cat and scenting for his sharp herb tang alongside the more mellow LichenClan scents. She ranged along the main trails before she finally picked it up. It was crisp, fresh. He must have come this way that morning. Without a second thought she dove into the trees, following Cloverspot's trail. |
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Post by Brownie on Aug 9, 2017 23:24:17 GMT -5
[ also I really have to wake up early tomorrow so I need to get some sleep.
Sorry, leaving just when things are picking up.
cya all tomorrow morning with some replies of course ]
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 9, 2017 23:24:50 GMT -5
[ wadevvilson yeah she's a fiery, stubborn gal so having her body give out on her like this really makes her frustrated. And tikaani is such a pretty name !! Going to take me some time to type right though lol. Our old problem children <3 ] Red & Tikaani Redfeather's head turned when Tikaani left the den. The she-cat sometimes startled her. She moved silently and never spoke, appearing and disappearing from the den like a spiky-furred ghost. She returned with a few mice, pushing their limp bodies towards Redfeather's paws. Redfeather looked up with wide eyes, surprised and somewhat in awe. "Thank you," she said, for once the words not edged with sarcasm. She hadn't asked for anything, hadn't expected any word or even a thought from the other she-cat. The stars knew she did little enough to deserve it. She hooked one of the mice with a claw and pulled it over the edge of her nest. She was careful to eat it, knowing that if she dirtied her nest she couldn't just take out the bloodied parts or fix it without aid. But the prey helped her longing settle.
The moggy just blinked slowly, one eye at a time. As usual. She settled down once again, an awkward puffball in a mass of moss and bracken, and returned to quietly watching Redfeather as she ate. Tikaani raised a forepaw, paused awkwardly for what seemed like forever, then scratched a curled ear. "Welcome, Red," she said slowly, her voice sounding strangely stilted and echo-y.
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 9, 2017 23:26:10 GMT -5
[Also, since it ate half of my previous post:
I know, I type her name wrong like every other time I write it and always have to go back and fix it. The funny thing is I've had this character for a year OOC at this point, you'd think I wouldn't keep messing this up haha. And if you ask me, her father/some of her relatives are even more "problem children" than she is..not that very many of them will be making appearances here, I'm sure. Except Owlfleck, so far. Feel like I should mention that she's Owl's paternal aunt, as well. Not that either of them are aware; Tik never knew her father personally, and Duncan just tried to stay out of reach of that particular set of grandchildren as much as possible because of his substance abuse problems. So Owlfleck never got the chance to be too familiar with him as well, but at least he was physically present for bits and pieces of her life before she decided to leave.]
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Post by Brownie on Aug 9, 2017 23:34:53 GMT -5
[Also, since it ate half of my previous post: I know, I type her name wrong like every other time I write it and always have to go back and fix it. The funny thing is I've had this character for a year OOC at this point, you'd think I wouldn't keep messing this up haha. And if you ask me, her father/some of her relatives are even more "problem children" than she is..not that very many of them will be making appearances here, I'm sure. Except Owlfleck, so far. Feel like I should mention that she's Owl's paternal aunt, as well. Not that either of them are aware; Tik never knew her father personally, and Duncan just tried to stay out of reach of that particular set of grandchildren as much as possible because of his substance abuse problems. So Owlfleck never got the chance to be too familiar with him as well, but at least he was physically present for bits and pieces of her life before she decided to leave.] [ Wow she has a complicated backstory. So she's the aunt, then was her sister a Clan cat or did Owlfleck come in herself? And all these are new kitties for me, hence the unnecessarily long starters. That's just me poking around their heads and giving them some backstory and personalities lol. I don't know any of their pasts yet, or relatives. I was going to have Red be Cedar/Thicket/Ice's mother/grandmother, but I'm thinking I don't want that anymore. Who knows where they came from now though. xDD Invisible parents booooo ] |
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🙛 ꜰᴇʀɴ
⏵ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰɪɴɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ...
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Post by 🙛 ꜰᴇʀɴ on Aug 9, 2017 23:35:57 GMT -5
Black & Thicketmask - - - Black turned and watched the she-cat leave. Curiousity pulled at his paws and he found himself following a few fox-lengths behind her.
I wonder what's going on, Black's mind wanted to know. It needed to know. - - - Brownie(Thank you so much! See you tomorrow \w/) |
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 9, 2017 23:48:48 GMT -5
[Also, since it ate half of my previous post: I know, I type her name wrong like every other time I write it and always have to go back and fix it. The funny thing is I've had this character for a year OOC at this point, you'd think I wouldn't keep messing this up haha. And if you ask me, her father/some of her relatives are even more "problem children" than she is..not that very many of them will be making appearances here, I'm sure. Except Owlfleck, so far. Feel like I should mention that she's Owl's paternal aunt, as well. Not that either of them are aware; Tik never knew her father personally, and Duncan just tried to stay out of reach of that particular set of grandchildren as much as possible because of his substance abuse problems. So Owlfleck never got the chance to be too familiar with him as well, but at least he was physically present for bits and pieces of her life before she decided to leave.] [ Wow she has a complicated backstory. So she's the aunt, then was her sister a Clan cat or did Owlfleck come in herself? And all these are new kitties for me, hence the unnecessarily long starters. That's just me poking around their heads and giving them some backstory and personalities lol. I don't know any of their pasts yet, or relatives. I was going to have Red be Cedar/Thicket/Ice's mother/grandmother, but I'm thinking I don't want that anymore. Who knows where they came from now though. xDD Invisible parents booooo ] [Tikaani wasn't born into a Clan to begin with; she's the daughter of a rogue-turned-Clan cat (though, not this Clan obviously) and a former kittypet named Citrine. She's got 2 full-blood brothers: Cedarnose and Rowanheart, none of whom will be appearing in this RP because they're already in different groups. There's an earlier litter of half-siblings through her mom, and a fair amount of them (such as Misha and Lisha) went on to have kittens of their own..some of whom may or may not be showing up in this RP depending on whether or not I decide to bring them in. Owlfleck is one of the 4 daughters of a pairing between one of Tikaani's half-brothers through her father (said brother would be Kun. yes, his name is deeply ironic) and a female rogue by the name of D'Lacey that decided to join Owl's original Clan. D'Lacey obviously did not stay, as she and 3 of her children are now A.W.O.L. Eventually, Owl stumbled upon LichenClan and the rest was history. If you need clarification on anything, you can just ask me. Also, wow, I should really write more of this stuff down somewhere. Too bad I never know where to start. And, developing characters through writing is good! Whether that be with the help of other people or not.  ] |
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 10, 2017 0:11:56 GMT -5
[Wow, that was a textdump haha. Oh well.]
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Post by Brownie on Aug 10, 2017 0:29:21 GMT -5
[ haha it's interesting though!
family trees are great, it gives so much life to the characters to know where, how and who they lived with and are related to.
And just start like you did; ramble, pretend you're telling someone, from scratch, everything about each character. If you reference someone, explain how they fit in and who they are. It'll make it easier later to show others and to cement those little facts in that you're thinking, but don't really realize you're thinking until you let it all flow out.
tbh writing character summaries and idea flows like that are my favorite thing to do. So calming and so many little facts that can be expanded upon, so much life to be given. The little things that matter.]
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Post by wadevvilson on Aug 10, 2017 0:33:18 GMT -5
[ haha it's interesting though! family trees are great, it gives so much life to the characters to know where, how and who they lived with and are related to. And just start like you did; ramble, pretend you're telling someone, from scratch, everything about each character. If you reference someone, explain how they fit in and who they are. It'll make it easier later to show others and to cement those little facts in that you're thinking, but don't really realize you're thinking until you let it all flow out. tbh writing character summaries and idea flows like that are my favorite thing to do. So calming and so many little facts that can be expanded upon, so much life to be given. The little things that matter.] [A couple years ago I tried making a family tree for my main character pairing, and needless to say it took me nearly half a year...And now it's all outdated and I've somehow managed to lose the original document. Oh well, I can always remake it if need be. And, thank you. And that's honestly great advice. Only problem is that I have hundreds of characters across many different things and by this point I don't remember anything about some of them because it's been over 10 years. And yes, the little things definitely matter in terms of character development and such.] |
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Aug 10, 2017 9:24:14 GMT -5
give me a moment to read and catch up, then I can work on a few posts. ;v;
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Post by Brownie on Aug 10, 2017 9:32:24 GMT -5
[ wadevvilson 🙛 ꜰᴇʀɴ ρłαgυegı .. Gooooood morning folks !! tbh it's too early to be up but with a hot chocolate and an open window this seems. . . tolerable. xD oh and egi, Thicket (and Black now) are looking for Clover so I thought I'd give you a tag. also King is not the smartest of the bunch lol. I don't know what to do with him yet. also omg color favorites are a life saver ] Red & Tikaani Redfeather finished with the mouse in a few more bites, but made sure to pause between each bit. If she had learned anything in her years in the Clan, it was that a mouse quickly eaten lead to nothing more than a full stomach, and Redfeather wasn't particularly hungry. The mouse was to be savored, to help her unwind. It reminded her to prepare for the day. Her fits of breakdown were all fine in the quiet of morning, but distasteful later, and while she felt she deserved to show outrage for the failings of her flesh she knew that at least she had a body, she had life. It started her thinking about how she could use her crystal memories. Weave them into stories for others, perhaps, wasn't that what that old cat Sootflower had done when Redfeather was an apprentice?
She kept her gaze on the mouse before her. Tikaani was a few seasons younger than she, but her ghost-like entrances and exits and her somewhat odd mannerisms kept Redfeather hesitant to talk with her. That and the she-cat very rarely chose to say a word back. Which is why Redfeather was surprised by the moggy for the second time that day when she spoke. "Welcome, Red." Redfeather gave her a smile as she hooked the second mouse into her nest. She didn't particularly like the shortening of her name, didn't like that it sounded like a loner's and not a proper Clan cat's. Call her old fashioned, but she wasn't completely on board with all this 'keep your old name' business. But it was the thought that counted and hearing the near silent she-cat speak more than made up for the spark of annoyance on the simple nature of a name. "I'm glad the hunting is so good here," she commented, more to fill the silence than in hopes that Tikaani would reply a second time. "The Clan is so lucky. Think of it, two mice in the morning." She managed a small smile as she twitched her tail over the second mouse. Thicket & Black Thicketmask's paws were damp with dew. She tried to keep her steps high but still paused every once in a while to flick them, sending droplets skittering into the leaves. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. Now she understood why Black came out of the forest so frustrated. It was warm out, but the damp made the breeze bite with icy fangs and she shivered in the dim light. The pauses came of something, however, allowing Thicketmask to recheck her trail. She hardly needed to worry; Cloverspot's scent wasn't something easily missed now that she had found it. She could hear birds in the trees, hopping branch to branch away from her eyes. It was nice, being out so early in the morning without the pressures of being on an official patrol. She found herself relaxing into the familiarity of the trails and the territory in general, knowing that these were the same trees she and her siblings climbed; these were the same trails that she had walked all her life. She started to hum as she walked. The need for the journey was there, but not overshadowing any longer. She'd ask Cloverspot if poppy seeds would help Cedarpool rest, tell him about the vigil, then take a nap herself before her evening patrol.
King He paced at the edges of the moorland. His white fur was clumped and stained with spots of pink, three red lines dripping together on his shoulder. The pain from the slashes kept his thoughts sharp as the edge of a blade, but otherwise didn't inhibit him in his movements. They bled still, keeping his fur red instead of the pink or brown of the other blood, but they were shallow, unimportant. What stung more was his pride. He had been beaten, fully and thoroughly. His attackers subdued him, yet instead of giving him the gift of a fair death in combat, they gave him the curse of mercy. "I am King," he growled, his voice almost lost in the primitive sound. He paced. "I am king and so I am King." Those words became the tempo to his paws. "I am king and so I am King."
He had been beaten, but he had never been shamed. He knew of defeat, never humiliation. And he had been shamed, humiliated, and then given mercy. He slashed his claws into the earth, ripping the grass up in clumps. It was satisfying, but it didn't stop the sting of his shoulder nor did it lessen his humiliation. He didn't know what to do. These emotions were new to him: large, ugly and laid bare. He didn't know how to process them and so they melted down into something he was familiar with: anger. |
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Aug 10, 2017 9:33:11 GMT -5
ah, everybody's looking for lil ole clover? aighty, i'll start with him.
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Post by Brownie on Aug 10, 2017 9:35:10 GMT -5
ah, everybody's looking for lil ole clover? aighty, i'll start with him. Well Thicket is. Black is just kind of. . . being a stalker xDD If you want Clover to see her first that's cool ]] |
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Aug 10, 2017 9:41:14 GMT -5
Cloverspot's wiry form could at last be found wedged between two boulders, a few short yards beyond the tree line and hip-high in a cluster of brightly colored heather. He strained ands stretched, ivory toes scraping at the dirt between the two rocks. He was working gingerly at the roots of a small white flower, face smashed between the two rough stones. The corners of his eyes pulled up, they were little more than slats of green in his majority black furred face, apricot nose smudged in the same powdery brown that littered the white strip atop the bridge of his nose and crusted ivory-furred lips. "Oh, for Starclan's sake." He muttered to himself, rump wagging from side to side as his back paws stomped at the ground and pulled him out. Mission accomplished- he carried between his teeth the little plant, lips pulled over the sharp edges of his fangs in mere attempt to preserve the stem he now carried. He'd transplant the little thing down by the stream, where it would continue to flourish and grow while remaining far easier to access. He was painfully oblivious to the felines seeking him out as he turned his eyes to the cleft between the growth beyond him- and though out of sight, he heard the familiar gurgle of water. So the stream he'd go, weaving among the tall plants around him and occasionally taking a grand bounce or two over those he'd rather not detour around.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2017 10:53:17 GMT -5
( hey guys! )
Toadpaw's chest puffed out in pride, blue eyes bright with happiness as he bent down to grab his kill. He almost fell as he scooped to pick it up but managed to stay on his paws. "Ready." he meowed to his mentor, his voice muffled since he spoke with a mouthful of feathers. He began walking in the direction of camp ahead of his mentor because he knew she would easily overtake him.
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🙛 ꜰᴇʀɴ
⏵ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰɪɴɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ...
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Post by 🙛 ꜰᴇʀɴ on Aug 10, 2017 13:56:25 GMT -5
Black & Thicketmask - - - Nearly hissing with every step he took in disdain at the moist foilage, Black internally scolded himself for needing to know what was going on. It's probably nothing too. He followed more slowly behind the she-cat he was stalking as her pace slowed.
Annoyance flooded him once again as he wondered why exactly he was still here, he didn't care about either of the cats and all he really wanted to do was clean the awful wetness off of his paws. Not even the beauty of the woods could cleanse his foul mood. |
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Post by Brownie on Aug 10, 2017 14:15:04 GMT -5
[ mkmk
Thicket's not the most perceptive of cats anyways lol That was her brother's job ] Thicket & Black & Clover Thicketmask nearly jumped off the rock. She skittered to her paws at the growl behind her back, frightened she'd been taken unawares by a fox. But it was only Black, ears pressed back with a similar annoyed expression she had originally seen on him. And then a voice, from yet another direction: "You look annoyed, Thicketmask, and not at all like you're hunting or patrolling. So, what can I assist you with?" At least this voice was familiar, and thankfully the one she was hoping to hear. She gave one last glance at Black --had he followed her the entire way? For what reason? Had she been acting suspicious, did she do something to make him worry? She didn't know-- but then turned back to where Cloverspot approached. "Yes, yes, I've been looking for you," she mewed. "Last night was the eve of Icepetal's death and Cedarpool and I stayed the night in vigil. He's one to brood and he really needs some rest, so I was wondering if you had a poppy seed to spare?" It had only been ten or fifteen minutes since she had lead him to his nest. If he was asleep by the time she arrived she would leave him, but if he was still up and about the poppy seed would be helpful for the both of them. |
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🙛 ꜰᴇʀɴ
⏵ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰɪɴɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ...
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Post by 🙛 ꜰᴇʀɴ on Aug 10, 2017 14:23:32 GMT -5
Black & Thicketmask - - - Pausing at the edge of the clearing, amber eyes slits both from annoyance that he was wet and discontent that Cloverspot wasn't there.
He considered turning tail and walking back to camp, but curiousity still clawed at his insides. The sleek tom could pick up Cloverspot's scent in the area, but there was no sight of him anywhere. A growl began to form in the back of his throat. - - - Brownie (He's being sneaky but not very sneaky.) |
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Aug 10, 2017 14:44:01 GMT -5
It was in venturing beyond the cluster of boulders that a familiar scent wafted toward the tom, pausing with one leg stuck in the air and muscles coiled for another sharp leap. His eyes turned, and he found sitting atop her own stones the familiar form of Thicketmask. The brown she-cat looked mildly agitated, a quiet prompt for him to turn to her, but all he worried for was the plant between his teeth that could surely die. Skinny black tail lashed in frustration, and yet he reluctantly turned to the feline that sat nibbling at her dew-dampened toes. Making his irritation known, the tom set his delicate little plant back down, then trotted back the way he had come, only bothering to speak when he was near: "You look annoyed, Thicketmask, and not at all like you're hunting or patrolling. So, what can I assist you with?" His mew sounded, tone quite fitting to match his twitched back ears and lightly narrowed eyes.
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Genderqueer
noble.
a damn fine cup of coffee
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Post by noble. on Aug 10, 2017 15:21:00 GMT -5
Hello everyone ! I must say that this is a charming little clan and was wondering if I could possibly hop in with a few kitties? I really like how friendly and warm everyone is here, very good vibes, loving it all haha. i love solomon, such a character, and rose's upbeats is uncanny i love all the characters here haha.]
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Aug 10, 2017 15:24:03 GMT -5
yesyes, you are absolutely welcome! by all means, hop in as you please or write a little form or do whatever makes you happy. OuO and thank you, thank you
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noble.
a damn fine cup of coffee
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Post by noble. on Aug 10, 2017 15:29:38 GMT -5
ah thank you thank you god speed, ill write up a few cats right now :') ] |
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Aug 10, 2017 15:33:03 GMT -5
no rush amiga, i'm actually online today so i can get them up whenever and actually make posts ft maybe introduce a new character i doodled earlier
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DM me if u want
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