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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2018 1:55:54 GMT -5
( Also just noticed Brackentangle mentors Sparrowpaw apparently? Guess we can rp them too if ya want to? )
Hawktalon couldn't help it and burst out laughing! It wasn't normally like the rather serious and rough tom-cat to laugh, and it wasn't really done out of spite; there was just something so funny about seeing the pale she-cat flop into the mud.
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Post by Kataron on Jan 26, 2018 2:23:55 GMT -5
((Sure! I didn’t even realize they were apprentices now ^^’))
Daisypetal flicked her ears as she heard laughter coming from the brush nearby. Her sense of smell was muddled, but still the scent of a Brianclan cat came to her. ”I swear, most of our clan must be half-fish in order fill the prey pile with baby crocodiles.” She spoke aloud to her clanmate, dragging herself from the water and shaking her pelt. Then she looked up.
Hawktalon.
Her stomach dropped and a bitter taste filled her mouth as she recalled his part in the clan’s difficulties a couple moons ago. He had betrayed them. His - and her - clanmates. The large family that they were both a part of.
The logical part of her mind said she should still be angry. Even the emotional part told her to ignore him. To just walk away. But as she stared into his eyes, she saw herself reflected in them in all her waterlogged glory.
So instead, she laughed.
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Post by вєвє on Jan 26, 2018 11:27:16 GMT -5
Hey sorry for not being on for a few days my manager was sick and I had to come in early to do paperwork for a few days I’ll be back on a normal schedule on Saturday.
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Post by Mayhem™ on Jan 26, 2018 18:12:16 GMT -5
- Roleplay -
Rosethorn hesitated , her stomach growling like a monster rolling down the Thunderpath . She gave a low , irritated hiss before sitting down on the edge of the territory , feeling as though her stomach might cave in on itself . Be patient , she reminded herself , and eventually that patrol Applestrike spoke of would arrive . Then she could play the injured card and use the she - cat's message to her advantage . She wondered if her clanmates knew where she was running off to with that tom ...
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 26, 2018 22:09:30 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2018 22:19:02 GMT -5
Frostfern took a few hasty glances back, his fur buffeted by a gust of wind as he ran against it. There was something in leaving that made him almost want to laugh, but, being right across from his friend, he suppressed it and simply looked back as he ran, bidding the place what he thought would be his final farewell.
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( Brianclan. cx I'm sorry I know it's a typo, but imagine Brianstar. )
Hawktalon didn't stop laughing for a minute or so after, but it slowly subsided into a rather confused purr and then into silence. He was surprised to find his clanmate laughing as well; him laughing and his manner towards her in earlier moons hadn't been friendly, and for a moment he paused, a rather grim expression on his face. However, he shook it off, if even momentarily, and stood, heading towards her at a slow pace. "Perhaps you should try and find a different prey for the clan?" He suggested. A small sparkle of mirth at her sodden pelt and bright face still remained in his eyes, despite the slight frown now on his face as he tried to remain serious.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2018 23:06:12 GMT -5
Frostfern remained running or a few minutes, but gradually slowed. The land was a bit uneven up ahead as the tall grass gave way to a rocky outcrop of sand, mud, rocks and grass, and eventually he'd stopped for a breather, looking to Applestrike as he let out a sigh and took a look around them. "Surprised no cat really lives out here..." He commented absentmindedly. Better territory than BriarClan's swamp... but I suppose the swamp just continues further on anyways... He added in his mind. "It's... pretty and looks safe enough." He said aloud.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2018 23:18:44 GMT -5
"Bit of forest." He replied, still staring out into the distance, watching the wind send ripples like waves through the flowers. "There was a marsh nearby, kinda like BrairClan's." He added with a frown.
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Post by Kataron on Jan 27, 2018 5:01:30 GMT -5
Pumpkinflower slowed as the smell of the clan’s scent marker reached her, mingling with the scent of her clanmates. They seemed to have traveled right over the border. She gazed out, something akin to nostalgia came over her. Only a few months ago she had crossed that very border, a starving rouge looking for non-poisoned prey for her makeshift clan of four.
Then, another scent drifted up from the forest floor, pulling her from her memories. Before she could identify it, the strong scent of copper suddenly filled her mouth. Then, as suddenly as it came, it was gone, leaving a rogue’s scent in its place.
Curious as to what a rogue was doing near the border (as far as Pumpkinflower could tell, the cat hadn’t crossed it), her bright green eyes scanned the ground beneath her, picking out the shape of a cat nearby.
Old instincts caused her claws to sink into the branch, telling her to chase the stranger away from her home. But as she looked closer at the cat, she realized they had a gaunt look about them.
So instead, she crouched down on the branch and called out. ”Hello there!” She said, resisting the urge to offer the stranger food. Pumpkinflower has a clan to look after first - she couldn’t be feeding any stranger that came to the border, even if they reminded her of herself.
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((Lol, sounds like one of the ‘Daytime Warriors’ from Skyclan. Brianstar, leader of Brianclan in twolegplace x3))
When Daisypetal stopped laughing, her eyes still shone brightly with laughter. Even though they were a few fox lengths away from one another, the momentary grim expression on Hawktalon’s face didn’t escape her notice. After all, she wasn’t blind yet. But she’d rather not hold onto grudges, if she could help it.
”But that would be the easy way.” She purred in response, her whiskers twitching with amusement. She then took a moment to compulsively lick a paw and drag it over her face. Her nose wrinkled slightly as the taste of the murky water came to her. It usually wasn’t so bad to drink, but her movement stirring the silt on the bottom had caused it to gain a strange flavor. ”Though maybe it’d be for the best if I learned how to catch them without going for a swim.”
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Post by вєвє on Jan 27, 2018 16:23:32 GMT -5
OCC:Hey guys I'm gonna try to get on more I'm working some crazy shifts and I'm on call 24/7
RP:
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2018 19:43:18 GMT -5
( Hey Koi. c: Someone joined while you were away, I told them they could rp but you might ask them to change a few things when you got back. )
Icefern frowned back at her. "Go ahead if you want, it's not the most interesting." He replied sourly. He sat back up and decided to keep walking, but now at a slower pace. He needed to keep up energy.
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( The mighty Brianstar. D:< )
"I don't mean to stop trying." Hawktalon added, sitting down in the mud and letting his tail rest under the waters. "Simply get used to easier prey first so you don't always end of tripping... of course, you could perhaps scare the crocs to death by flopping loudly. Or you can just aim to sit on them. Might hurt though." There was the same slightly bitter amusement in his voice as he said it, and turned his head to look toward the waters across from him, checking to see no larger crocodiles were nearby, or check for any prey. He could see the faint ripple of a fish moving in the distance, and he slowly sat up. "You can try that fish or one."
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Post by вєвє on Jan 27, 2018 19:53:54 GMT -5
OCC: I saw thats fine. So we are developing relationships currently... *clears throat* Fresh Cats for mates! Come and get'em!
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Post by Mayhem™ on Jan 27, 2018 21:49:04 GMT -5
- Roleplay -
Rosethorn's fur only bristled slightly , but she didn't flinch that hard as she turned to face the source of the voice . Her eyebrows furrowed for a moment , but eventually she stood and took a few steps closer .
" Ah , hello there . Do you belong to the clan that lives around here ? " The answer was obvious , and of course Rosethorn wasn't that thick skulled , but she wasn't about to let this stranger on to the fact that she was well aware of the answer .
" A ginger she - cat came through here recently with a black and white tom and said that you might be able to help me get a look at my twisted paw . She ah ... also told me to bring a message to your clan as well . "
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 27, 2018 23:15:10 GMT -5
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Post by Kataron on Jan 29, 2018 16:38:10 GMT -5
Daisypetal let out a soft laugh at the male’s comment of ‘different’ ways for her to kill a croc. She looked directly at Hawktalon when he finished, raising an eyebrow. ”’Easier prey’? Are you implying I have the hunting skills of a kit?” Her tone made her sound somewhat offended, though it was tinged with amusement. Before he could answer, she turned her attention to the fish swimming in the shallow water. They were... different. The fish she had caught were brightly colored, oranges and reds. Before the water they swam in became tinged with the taste of chemicals, that is.
But fish were fish, right?
She stayed still, poised with one paw over the water. Just waiting. When one came close enough, her paw shot down and hit its head, stunning the prey.
Apparently her strike was not firm enough - when she attempted to snatch the fish from the water, it began to move again, giving her a face full of tail before flopping into the water. Daisypetal went in right after it, determined to catch it one way or another. After some struggle, she managed to get the fish in between her teeth and out of the water. It hadn’t been a clean kill, but at least she got it.
”Best fisher you’ve seen, right?” She asked between clenched teeth, still fighting against the fish in her jaws.
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((How long has Rosethorn been away from her clan?))
Pumpkinflower tilted her head at the stranger, her ears flicking for a moment as she thought. If this cat had seen two of her clan, certainly she would recognize the scent of another clan cat? Unless the cat was daft, which she did not appear to be. So that left the ex-rogue wondering why the cat was asking her if she already knew. It raised suspicion in her mind, though she smiled at the stranger in a friendly manner anyway.
”Yea, I am. She asked, the tip of her tail flicking as she looked down at the larger female. Twisted paw? Now that she looked closely, the stranger did seem to be keeping her weight off of it. The orange tabby would be able to help... but her suspicion from earlier lead her to have doubts about the stanger’s story. So instead of immediately offering help, she first asked. ”What was the message?”
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Post by Mayhem™ on Jan 29, 2018 16:55:59 GMT -5
- OOC -
She's been away from Birchclan for around a moon I'd say ? - Roleplay - The she - cat's ears swiveled , and she stood up carefully . " Something about her running off with that tom I'm sure . Apparently she's taking a vacation . "
She glanced over her shoulder , " Said something about being back in a few days , but whoever she was with was pretty insistent on getting as far away from here as possible . Not sure what any of that was about , "
Rosethorn looked to Pumpkinflower once more , her eyes reflecting a slight hint of worry , however rehearsed , and she winced . " She seemed to know him so I didn't think anything of it at the time ... I don't intend on causing your clan unnecessary stress , but the whole ordeal smelled pretty suspicious ... "
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Post by вєвє on Jan 31, 2018 22:16:10 GMT -5
OCC:
RP: Squirreltail smiled and shook her head not believing what was happening to her but she looked at her mate happily. "So I've gotten some news from Thrushwing..."
Nosight slammed head first into the side of the den and growled swiping his claws at the wood. "I will never be able to find my way around!"
Vixenrose smiled and chuckled at her kits as all three ran out of the den scrambling over one another towards a stray moss ball. "Be careful to stay out of other's way!"
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 31, 2018 23:21:17 GMT -5
Scorchmark returns from a quick hunting trip. He walks over to the fresh kill pile and drops the prey into the pile. He managed to catch some fish and a frog.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 31, 2018 23:37:23 GMT -5
"Thanks." Scorchmark mewed nodding his head to Plumwhisker. "How are you doing?" He asked padding over to her.
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Post by Kataron on Jan 31, 2018 23:47:16 GMT -5
Pumpkinflower sat, patiently listening to what the cat was saying, watching her with piercing green eyes. It sounded like Applestrike and Frostfern had left clan territory. She understood why - after all the tension in the clan, a lot of those born outside the clan still felt uneasy. It was probably something to do with that...
But why was the stranger showing worry? The dealings of the clan were none of her business. She had nothing invested in it at all, unless she was interested in joining.
But still hesitant to offer the cat access to her home, Pumpkinflower just smiled at the stranger. ”Thank you for passing on the message - many clan cats venture beyond the border from time to time-“ After all, she herself had left her old clan’s territory seeking reprise from the oppressive violence and anger they held on to. She climbed to a lower branch in the tree, tilting her head to her a better look at the other female.
”Would you like me to take a look at your paw?”
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Sparrowpaw stared into the elder’s den silently, heart sinking as he saw Tricklestone - err, Nosight - bump into the wall of the hollow tree. All he could see was Redmoon laying in her nest, telling tales to him and his brother as Daisypetal went hunting or helped the newer queens with their kits, or even sat next to them listening.
His heart ached. Partially from the memory, but another part was from seeing such a great warrior fall to his lowest. Some of the tales the elder had told him were of her children, her voice brimming with pride as she spoke of them.
Sparrowpaw knew he should probably just leave. Tricklestone has never liked cats like him, he now knew. Now that the warrior had lost his sight, it probably wasn’t any better.
But Redmoon wouldn’t want that, the young apprentice knew. She wouldn’t want to see her son suffer as he did. It was the love of a queen. Like Daisypetal has for him and Squirrelpaw.
Despite what he did, Tricklesto- Nosight deserved kindness.
Taking a breath, the apprentice padded forward, calling out to Nosight. ”You need to stretch your whiskers forward more - it’ll help you know when something is in front of you.”
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Post by вєвє on Feb 1, 2018 0:08:12 GMT -5
OCC:
RP: "I need no help from you kit!" He growled low and slashed his tail, showing his frustration. All he wanted to do was die, being forced to live like this was the most torturous thing his sister could do to him. Crowpaw padded over to the younger apprentice and nudged him, "We aren't suppose to talk to him only warriors can." He said before looking at the warrior with patty. "Yes do as you are told you dirty blooded kits and run along before I pick my teeth your bones!" He snarled and went to leap at them only to go face first into the side of the entrance.
"Well Aldersoar Im expecting..." She smiled brightly her sandy fur fluffing in her excitement.
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Post by вєвє on Feb 1, 2018 0:22:03 GMT -5
OCC:
RP:"Me neither! Its great isn't it!? Im going to be a mother!" She purred happily.
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