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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2018 22:50:37 GMT -5
"I, Uh... No, your not coming." Frostfern replied, his eyes growing a bit wide with surprise. "Don't make this harder than it is, Applestrike. I'll be fine on my own, I don't need a babysitter."
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Post by Mayhem™ on Jan 25, 2018 22:52:00 GMT -5
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{{ Rosethorn's backstory is hella long and ,, part of the story she's from and I don't want it to clash too much with what could happen here so I'm kinda having her give others some bs backstory :eye emoji: trust me , I couldn't fit it all in there xD Lemme know if you need me to fix anything <3 }}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2018 22:53:15 GMT -5
( Mayhem™ I'm gonna say accepted, but I'm unsure what Koi's stances are on cats from other clans. For now though you can rp, since our cats are going outside the territory you can meet up with them in a moment, if Bramble's ok with that. )
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Post by Mayhem™ on Jan 25, 2018 22:59:49 GMT -5
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{{ Okie dokie ! Yeah if anyone needs me to go back and change anything I'm more than happy to , no worries ! Just lemme know later if it has to :> }}
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Post by Mayhem™ on Jan 25, 2018 23:07:53 GMT -5
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Through the soft ground , the calico she - cat tread , disgust causing her nose to crinkle . The hard stone slabs from home were the complete opposite of this ; and she wasn't sure that any sane cat could tolerate it ...
With an eyeroll she continued pressing onward , sniffing the air with narrowed olive eyes . There seemed to be a lingering scent that she couldn't quite place , another clan perhaps ? She'd passed a few in her travels , but thought it wise to keep away from them .
Rosethorn's pace slowed , and her ears swiveled , attempting to catch any nearby sounds , be it prey or cat ...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2018 23:12:41 GMT -5
Frostfern gave yet another long sigh, his green eyes rolling off to the side as he tried to think up a comeback. He didn't want her following him! This was supposed to be a goodbye, possibly forever, and he was afraid it'd hold him back. He gave the she-cat a cold smirk as he turned and said quietly. "Your as rude and pushy as ever even to the last..." With another deep breath. He padded onward after saying this, only stopping his as he stepped out of the bog and onto the field to look back and say. "Your coming, but you have to go back and you can't get involved with my family. They're bad enough with your nagging among them."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2018 23:26:59 GMT -5
"These mysterious some must be insane." He snorted in reply as he walked besides her, staring with narrowed eyes up ahead. He kept his pace slow, despite feeling a sudden wish to run ahead into the tall field grass and enjoy a nice run in the sunny morning air. He seemed distracted as he mumbled back. "No, nothing in particular. You do, I assume."
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 25, 2018 23:35:13 GMT -5
Yo)
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Post by Mayhem™ on Jan 25, 2018 23:36:12 GMT -5
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Ah , there we go . Rosethorn's head lifted , a breeze carrying the scent stronger than it had before . Though her ears were straining to catch sound , she padded onward in silence with one paw lifted .
She supposed if anyone were to find her , it would be best she didn't appear to be doing anything suspicious . Should it be clan cats , she figured she'd have a better chance at pleading a case of ( feigned ) injury than being caught hunting on their territory .
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Post by Mayhem™ on Jan 25, 2018 23:49:26 GMT -5
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It had taken a moment for Rosethorn to notice a flicker of movement in her peripheral vision . A slight grin tugged at the corner of her mouth before she forced herself to lift her paw a little higher , and she collapsed onto the ground . The moment she did , of course , she wanted to recoil from the feeling of it , but did her best to stagger to her paws gradually before glancing towards the approaching cats .
Her gaze narrowed through the sun's rays , and her eyebrows raised . So she was right , there were cats around here . Whether or not they were clanborn or not was yet to be seen , however . Rose was strong , but a tangle with several cats was foolish , and she was not about to attempt it .
She feigned a look of worry , turning to face them with her paw held up , and tail lowered . Rose said nothing yet , and only did her best to keep taking a few steps onward before stumbling and righting herself again .
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2018 0:04:27 GMT -5
"Now what?" Frostfern growled, hanging back, but soon hurrying to catch up. "Didn't bring any friends with you, now, did you?" He questioned Applestrike with a hint of suspicion, but that was before he heard the rustle, the the thump, of the she-cat's steps, then fall. He looked over with confusion and curled his lip back in a snarl as the she-cat came into view.
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Post by Kataron on Jan 26, 2018 0:08:12 GMT -5
((Hey guys!))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2018 0:10:19 GMT -5
( Hi Hawk and Kataron! How're you guys? Also I have all my other kitties not doing anything. If anyone wants to rp with them? )
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Post by Kataron on Jan 26, 2018 0:22:48 GMT -5
((Alright, which of mine would you like to RP with? Or would you like me to just chuck a cat at you xP))
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Post by Mayhem™ on Jan 26, 2018 0:23:04 GMT -5
“No.” Applestrike huffed as she glanced briefly at Frostfern before looking back ahead. Her fur began to bristle as the she-cat came into view. She eyed her for a moment, thinking the stranger seemed to be injured despite not seeing any blood on her. “Hey there..” She greeted with caution in her voice. “You’re nearly on BriarClan territory.” She added with a tone of warning as she took a couple steps forward. - Roleplay -
The she - cat chuckled nervously , her ears flattening just a hair .
" I thought I smelled others , my apologies , I didn't mean to impede on your clan's territory , "
Her voice is hushed , and smooth like ice on a pond during leafbare . The calico gave a slight shake of her head , " My nose isn't used to the thickness of this place . I come from ... well , a long ways away , I suppose . The air is thinner there , easier to sort through . " She winced as she tried to set her paw down on the ground evenly .
" I don't mean to cause any trouble , but , would you perhaps happen to have a medicine cat , or - or a healer I could see ? " Having knowledge of such a cat was a likely indicator that she , herself , might have been part of a clan .
" I understand that's asking a lot of strangers , I'm putting just about as much faith in you as you must be putting in me , " She murmured , " I ... I think I sprained my paw when I had to flee my home , and it's still giving me grief ... I just worry that it's broken . I'm about as good as dead out there if it is . "
Her olive eyes glanced the strangers up and down , and instead of bristling in return , she kept her composure . She would not let them know she was anxious at being outnumbered . Her gaze returned to Applestrike .
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2018 0:43:11 GMT -5
( @ Kataron Any cat'll do. owo )
"Your right." Frostfern said coldly, ever characteristic of his name. "You are as good as dead out here. And yes, it is a lot to ask." He added, not waiting for Applestrike to respond first. He did not want this strange cat slowing him down in his escape. He turned to keep walking, giving a quick look to Applestrike. "Come on, you still coming?" He asked in a lower tone. It occurred to him she still was a BriarClan cat- she might change her mind and bring this weirdo stranger to the medicine cats, and then... I'd have to say good-bye. I won't go back there. He thought to himself a bit bitterly in spite of himself. He'd miss her.
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Post by Mayhem™ on Jan 26, 2018 1:04:38 GMT -5
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Rosethorn's gaze grew nearly as cold as Frostfern's for a moment as she stared at him , but was quick to return to return to her conversation with Applestrike , her head dipping . Ear ears flicked for a moment , wondering where the two of them were running off to . It was , of course , none of her real concern , nor her business , so she instead sat down with her tail curling over her large paws .
" Thank you , I appreciate your kindness , Applestrike . I wish you safe travels , wherever you may be going . Hopefully some of your clan will be as level headed as you . " She offered a tiny smile , though her claws flexed beneath her tail . She glanced over her shoulder towards Frostfern once more , the light jab aimed towards the tom and his attitude .
" You , as well . "
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Post by Kataron on Jan 26, 2018 1:05:13 GMT -5
((Alright owo And if we need to, can throw Pumpkinflower at Rosepetal and the pair as well (to deus ex machina solve Frostfern’s dilemma of needing to leave).))
Daisypetal crouched lower, the fur on her belly brushing against the ground as she crept towards her prey. A young crocodile peered out of the water, unaware of the other predator’s presence.
If any cat had told her a moon ago that she would one day be hunting crocodiles to feed her clanmates, she would have told them they had an active imagination.
Now, as she stared down her prey, she would say they put too much trust in her hunting skills. She had not lived in he swamp long, but she was determined to learn how to hunt there.
Which meant killing a baby crocodile. Which also seemed more difficult than the light golden tabby had originally thought - how was she supposed to get it out of the water without falling in?
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Pumpkinflower slowly moved between the trees, leaping from branch to branch as she scanned the ground below her. As she didn’t have an apprentice to train, and there was enough prey in the pile, she had offered to help collect herbs for the medicine den. After all, she might as well use her knowledge of plants for something.
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Post by Mayhem™ on Jan 26, 2018 1:10:15 GMT -5
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{{ Rose is like ,, honestly terrible and manipulative and a jerk and ,, I apologize for her in the future omg }}
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2018 1:21:50 GMT -5
( I wouldn't mind Pumpkinflower coming by, provided Frostfern's left, because otherwise he's not sneaky. I wanted him to sneak away. ) Frostfern stared back with eyebrows raised, before turning to head farther into the field. The strange fluffy she-cat was making him uneasy, and despite having very few actual friends at BriarClan he worried for tehir safety for a moment before shoving the thought away. Nun-huh you don't! We're leaving. He thought. He stopped again and called back to Applestrike. "Come on already or I'm leaving you behind with miss limps-a-lot!" He was surprise to find himself a bit farther away from the two than he thought, as he'd picked up the pace and now had to let his friend catch up. - - - ( Daisypetal, crocodile wrestler! ) Hawktalon headed through the forest, his eyes partially lidded as he quietly made his way through the swamp waters. It had been two moons since the ordeal. Two moons since he'd been so close to being exiled, and had been betrayed into following a trickster. His younger kits were all warriors now and no one could be prouder. Still, he didn't feel at ease in his own clan and he hatred that. He distracted himself daily with long hunts alone. Thinking he heard something, the tall warrior stopped, his bushy fur bristling slightly as he thought, perhaps, an enemy was approaching. He'd been on edge all morning. However, all he saw was the faint movement of Daisypetal in the distance. He let out s small grunt and at down to watch her from where he sat, his eyes criticizing her every move, but he was curious to see how the hunt would go and didn't want to disrupt it despite his initial dislike for the queen.
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Post by Mayhem™ on Jan 26, 2018 1:41:09 GMT -5
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As the cats had drifted out of her line of sight , she stood back up , a hiss escaping her as her true colors began to seep out of the woodwork . Her claws dug into the ground with ease , which still bothered her to no end . Of all places to end up , why here ... ?
Fleeing her home was out of choice , not necessity . The gazes of her clanmates burned into her pelt ; the fear in their eyes at the massive she cat's work ... None of it pierced through her thick skin .
She shook her coat and flung the thoughts away with ease , lifting her paw again and continuing to skirt around the edge of the territory . With any luck , Applestrike's memo she left with her could be used to her advantage .
With this in mind , she very slowly crept further into the territory , but not too close . The way Frostfern had reacted to her initial appearance didn't give her much hope that these cats were all friendly . A repeat of Birchclan wasn't what she felt like dealing with today ... She wasn't here to take position by force , she was here to find a way to blend in , if she managed to get that far , after all ...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2018 1:47:55 GMT -5
Frostfern frowned as Applestrike came up beside him and gave an annoyed huff, before turning and heading onward, letting out a long breath as he looked ahead to the miles of tall grass and slight marshy land that lay ahead. "We'll stop and take a break in an hour or two." He reasoned. "Try and be quick, I hope to make it there tonight if we're lucky. There's a lake we can stop at to fish, if you care for it." He finished, suddenly beginning to run.
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Post by Kataron on Jan 26, 2018 1:48:33 GMT -5
((Pumpkinflower understands the need to leave a clan - have a history about that, but I always like to not reveal it until I need to in the RP. But oki :3))
Pumpkinflower stopped as she caught a familiar scent on the wind. It was two cats from briarclan, she knew, and it seemed to be heading straight for the border. It couldn’t be a patrol, so what were they doing? She began to slow her movement, making almost no noise as she passed from branch to branch towards the border.
So much for being out to gather herbs, she thought in the back of her mind. Oh well, she’d get some on the way back.
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((She can replace Steve Irwin - look at her skills!))
Daisypetal’s tail twitched slightly as she contemplated the best way to catch the reptile. She didn’t even notice the eyes on her, she was so intent on the hunt. In one swift movement, she leapt towards the water.
Though instead of landing on the baby crocodile, she splashed into the deeper part of the water. Her eyes burned brightly as she spun to face her prey - though she hated the water (as any other rational cat would), she had been successful in driving the croc towards the shallower water. It couldn’t dip under the water and swim away now, like the first few had!
But as she went to spring after it, attempting to leap out of the murky water, her hind paws were vacuumed into the silt, causing her to flop face first into the water. So much for that tactic, she thought, pushing her head out of the water to see her prey had disappeared. Again.
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