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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2017 11:01:25 GMT -5
paradise /ˈparədʌɪs/ an ideal or idyllic place or statelost
/lɒst/that has been taken away or cannot be recovered. AspenClan's world begins to fall when both their leader and their deputy dies. It falls even deeper when their medicine cat follows. Fights within the ranks are not far behind, and what was once a hopeful and blossoming Clan becomes dead and gone, soon forgotten by the woodlands that once housed the cats. Three Clans become two, and life goes on. Because that's how it is; life does not stop because some cats had an argument and decided to leave. The territory becomes that of rogues and loners, and it's as if nothing ever happened.
Greyfox was a Warrior of AspenClan; possibly the only one with the courage to remain in the land his family and friends once inhabited. He lives his life as a loner, finds it rather comfortable to not have to worry about feeding others before him, enjoys the freedom that comes with eating when he wants and not having to fight over territory.
However, when a group of loners decide they want to made the woodlands their own home, he's forced to live the true life of a loner; dodging Clan cats and weaving between territories, constantly moving so that he can't be caught easily, stealing prey when he can. It is not a life he wants to lead. He does not want these cats in his home.
He knows exactly how to fix it, even if it means causing a war.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2017 11:06:22 GMT -5
cast.
Main Characters;;
This section contains spoilers beyond the first chapter. It includes the main characters & their current status within the story, so proceed with caution.
Greyfox : 33 moons : male
a lithe, long-legged grey tom. he takes on a fox-like appearance, especially with his black stockings and ears, white-tipped toes and tail, and black muzzle. he has a white bottom jaw, throat, chest, and underbelly. his eyes are a dark green, and he has notable scarring over his legs. former warrior of aspenclan. currently alive & our narrator.
Gullpaw : 14 moons : ???
a little older than your average apprentice, they're a slender white cat with black toes and black-tipped ears, and dark blue eyes. they stray a little away from traditional shellclan appearances, and it's hinted that they might have a rogue (or even aspenclan) lineage. they're being held back due to the fact that they are a terrible fighter. absolutely awful. currently alive.
Angel : 28 moons : male
an obvious kittypet, he's thick-furred and soft, delicate and likely a purebred. his fur is primarily cream, but he has blue-grey tabby points (his face, ears, paws, and tail). he's quite pretty, and he knows it. his eyes are a rather bright blue, and he wears a delicate black collar around his neck with a little bell. he jingles when he walks. currently alive.
Robin : 33 moons : female
sister of greyfox, destroyer of hearts. she's a russet-furred beauty with darker legs and ears, and white toes. she has bright green eyes and a constantly swaying head, like she's watching something from afar. interestingly, she appears to have photographic memory. she has some nasty scarring over her back. former warrior of aspenclan. status: unknown.
Esme : 59 moons : female
she's primarily white with pale blue-grey and ginger patches at the base of her tail, between her ears, and over her shoulders. she has a rabbit-like tail and walks with a distinct hop, and her eyes are mismatched; one is green, the other is brown. she knows things. many things. former deputy of aspenclan, currently a kittypet - also alive.
BriarClan of the Woodlands;;
A relatively new Clan with few members, BriarClan recently moved into the woodlands that AspenClan once owned. They're eager to prove themselves, composed primarily of cats in shades of browns and grey, some tortoiseshell and some ginger. They blend well with foliage, and are excellent hunters.
leader -
oakstar, a dark brown tabby she-cat with white markings and green eyes
deputy -
littlefoot, a tiny brown and white she-cat with amber eyes
medicine cat -
nettlestep, a fluffy light tan tom with nasty scarring on his paws and blue eyes
medicine cat apprentice -
cherrypaw, a pretty ginger she-cat with grey eyes
warriors -
mousewhisker, a delicate brown tom with brown eyes
doeheart, a lithe tortoiseshell she-cat with wide brown eyes (apprentice: quailpaw)
hollystrike, a massive russet tom with green eyes
apprentices -
quailpaw, a tiny brown and black-ticked tom with green eyes
queens -
maplenose, a pale ginger and white she-cat with grey eyes (mother to rabbitkit, petalkit, waspkit and brook-kit)
elders -
stagstar, a giant brown tom with white markings and blue eyes, original founder of briarclan
CinderClan of the Mountains;;
Often thought to be the oldest Clan within the territories, CinderClan is a noble and proud Clan with notable heritage. To blend with their rocky backgrounds, their cats are primarily black and grey, and they seem to enjoy bird-based names. It's thought that they breed better medicine cats, as they rarely catch sicknesses.
leader -
eaglestar, a lean black-and-grey mottled she-cat with keen amber eyes
deputy -
pigeonleap, a grey tom with darker grey markings and amber eyes
medicine cat -
buzzardfeather, a dark grey she-cat with some brown markings and green eyes
medicine cat apprentice -
swanpaw, a pale grey she-cat with dark grey eyes
warriors -
sparrowflight, a bouncy grey she-cat with warm brown eyes
ravenstep, a broody black tom with dark amber eyes
wrenheart, a grey-and-white marbled she-cat with blue eyes (apprentice: crowpaw)
heronfoot, a dark grey and black she-cat with half a face and a green eye (apprentice: duckpaw)
tern, a messy black tom with white markings and green eyes, former loner
swifthop, a sleek black she-cat with brown eyes (apprentice: dovepaw)
hawkeye, a grey tom with bright amber eyes
woodpecker, a tall black and white tom with amber eyes, his name is pushing the limits
apprentices -
crowpaw, a black tom with dark brown eyes
duckpaw, a silvery-grey tom with black markings and amber eyes
dovepaw, a pale grey tom with amber eyes
queens -
grousetail, a mottled black and grey she-cat with blue eyes (mother of jaykit)
thrushwing, a soft brown she-cat with green eyes, formerly of aspenclan
elders -
owlfeather, a dusty grey tom with brown markings and blue eyes
robinleg, a dark grey she-cat with reddish legs and green eyes
falconstar, a black she-cat with amber eyes
ShellClan of the Beaches;;
Smooth and quick, ShellClan breeds cats with webbed feet and pelts in light shades of brown and ginger, though some darker cats remain. They are experts at fishing and dominate the seas. It's thought that they can even drink the saltwater in an emergency, though it is not recommended. They once held a nasty rivalry with AspenClan, which has transferred towards BriarClan.
leader -
rainstar, a pale brown she-cat with stormy blue eyes
deputy -
feathersong, a light grey tom with blue eyes, formerly of cinderclan
medicine cat -
frostfeather, a ginger she-cat with white toes and green eyes
medicine cat apprentice -
ebonypaw, a black tom with green eyes
warriors -
thistlefur, a light brown tom with darker speckling and amber eyes
seabreeze, a pale ginger she-cat with white patches and green eyes (apprentice: gullpaw)
troutbelly, a tan she-cat with a darker brown belly and brown eyes
sandwing, a pale ginger she-cat with amber eyes (apprentice: ghostpaw)
spottedfern, a brown and ginger tabby she-cat with green eyes
apprentices -
gullpaw, mentioned in main characters
ghostpaw, a pale tan she-cat with grey eyes and white markings
queens -
clearsight, a dusty brown she-cat with blue eyes (mother of stormkit, mistkit, stonekit and streamkit)
elders -
bramblesky, a dark brown tabby tom with blue eyes
rosedawn, a pale ginger she-cat with green eyes
whitehawk, a white and pale brown tom with blind blue eyes
Cats Outside of the Clans;;
Former AspenClan cats, loners, rogues, and kittypets! These cats come in all shapes and sizes and colours. Some of them aren't even cats, but they can speak cat, so it counts, right?
chrome, a blank grey tom with grey eyes, rogue
poppytail, a tortoiseshell she-cat with a half-and-half face and one green eye and one blue, former aspenclan
gin, a silver she-cat with blue eyes, loner
rue, a silver tom with blue eyes, loner
badger, a black and white cat with grey eyes, kittypet
moira, a strange raven with the ability to speak various tongues, often seen lingering by cinderclan territory
sammy, a fat ginger tom with green eyes, kittypet
bailey, a grey and white tom with blue eyes, loner
hare, a lithe brown she-cat with brown eyes, former aspenclan
latte, a soft cream tabby tom with green eyes, former kittypet, current loner
russ, a large dark ginger she-cat with green eyes, former aspenclan
rey, a dark grey tabby tom with amber eyes, rogue
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2017 12:41:37 GMT -5
directory.
post one ;; synopsis
post two ;; cast
post three ;; directory & fans
post four ;; extra save
post five ;; chapter one -> chapter three
post six ;; chapter four -> chapter six
post seven ;; chapter seven -> chapter nine
post eight ;; chapter ten -> chapter thirteen
post nine ;; chapter fourteen -> chapter sixteen
post ten ;; chapter seventeen -> chapter nineteen
post eleven ;; chapter saves
post twelve ;; chapter saves
fans.
xiahou dun
tuesday
brownie
dewstripe
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2017 15:23:50 GMT -5
extra.
an extra save for me
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2017 4:07:08 GMT -5
chapter one.
His eyes are narrowed to thin slits as he watches the vole. It’s a small thing, probably barely survived the past leafbare – but here he is, eyeing it with a deep hunger. As if to agree with his plans to catch the scrawny thing, his stomach growls lowly. He noses deeper into the thick undergrowth, tail hovering bare inches above the ground. He tenses, bunches his muscles up so that he can prepare for an almighty pounce.
Greyfox has never been the greatest hunter.
He misses. Rather spectacularly. For a moment, he simply stares in disbelief, ears half-flattened and eyes closed. It’s times like these where he wishes he still had a Clan, somewhere to call home. A fresh-kill pile sounds like a real dream, like something from yesterday though it was many moons ago that his Clan stumbled and collapsed inwards. The thought is equal parts amusing and bitter, something he always thinks about but never lingers on. Honestly, Greyfox has never been one to dwell too heavily on the past.
“—like this.”
Quiet voices cause him to perk his ears up, and he lifts himself from the ground and parts his jaws to take in the air. The scent of strangers wafts towards him. It’s unlikely that they’ve scented him, though; the wind is blowing towards him, so he holds an advantage. More curious than he should be, he begins to make his way past the trees, ears twitching and turning as he hears additional voices.
“Quailpaw,” the voice is soft but reprimanding, “I swear to StarClan, you were better than this before. No, no. Lower your body like this.”
It’s so familiar that he can almost see the scene in his head. An exasperated mentor as she watches her apprentice fail for the umpteenth time to perfect the hunting crouch. In theory, it’s simple. In practice? Eh.
“But I’m doing that,” the younger cat complains. “Look! See?”
“Oh, I see,” her tone is dry, “try walking like that. I dare you. See how much prey you can scare away, kitten.”
Greyfox listens for a moment before looking up and narrowing his eyes. It takes him a couple of moment to find an appropriate position, but once he does, he leaps up and climbs up the nearest tree, finding a comfortable branch and edging along it carefully. It’s not long until he can peek through the leaves to the clearing beyond.
Two cats are crouched on the ground, the larger one lashing her tail back and forth while the smaller (presumably Quailpaw) seems to be doing…some sort of pose? His head is down and his hindquarters are in the air, tail waving from side to side. It’s certainly something.
“It has it’s advantages, Doeheart,” the apprentice all but whines, hopping forward a few steps in his odd crouch. “See! No noise.”
“There’s plenty of noise coming from your mouth,” she sighs, standing up and arching her back in a stretch. She backs up a few steps, watching Quailpaw. Whatever she says next is too quiet for Greyfox to pick up, but he strains to hear nonetheless. Luckily for him, Doeheart raises her voice a little more once Quailpaw nods. “Look, BriarClan is going to need a lot of prey in the fresh-kill pile, and we’ve been tasked with finding the prey and catching it. I don’t think walking on your head is going to help.”
“Why can’t Mousewhisker help you?” this apprentice, Greyfox is learning, is a whiny one. He wrinkles his nose and lets his mind drift to the apprentice he’d had before – but he’s quick to flick his mind away. “I’m sure she’d throw herself at the prey if you asked.”
Doeheart makes a sound halfway between a laugh and a distressed yelp.
“She’s the only one who isn’t going to accidentally kill herself while building the nursery,” she says, and that’s that. Greyfox has all the information he needs to know.
Balancing himself carefully so that he doesn’t fall and blow his cover, he looks around for a moment before eyeballing the distance between where he is and the branch of another tree. He can make it – and he does, but it’s not a surprise and he continues along his path.
He’s scented cats before in the woodlands. They’re not rare to find, it’s a common path for loners and rogues to travel through to catch some prey or to settle for a night. He does not think, however, that the duo are just loners or rogues, not with the casual mention of another cat. Not with their names. With his senses focused more to the scent of the strangers, he realises that there are markers as he gets closer to the border between the woodlands and ShellClan, takes note of how strong they are. He’s not sure how he didn’t notice it before – perhaps he was just too busy doing his own thing.
When he realises that there’s a heavy scent of ShellClan beyond the border (which he’s passed over, because he isn’t bound by a Warrior Code anymore), he groans to himself and climbs the nearest tree. This day is quickly becoming one of tree-hugging, and he can’t quite bring himself to like it, no matter how much he enjoys feeling tall. He glances down and is greeted by the sight of the patrol. He perks his ears up and listens to them.
Greyfox likes eavesdropping.
“—new Clan, or something,” the leader of the patrol (he thinks her name is Sandwing) says, shaking her head slowly. “The woodlands are supposed to be a bad place since AspenClan died, though. They say that the ghosts of the cats who died are there.”
“That sounds like you’re scared for them, or something,” one of the apprentices says, tone doubtful.
“Well, you know,” she tilts her head to look at the others, ears flattened. “There are only a few of AspenClan’s own left in these parts, the others sort of just…fled? Like they were scared. It’s a scary place, have you been there?”
“No, Sandwing,” he supposes he’s glad he remembered the name, “and you shouldn’t go there anymore. Don’t invade on BriarClan; let them have chance to grow.”
“I will, I will,” Sandwing sounds rather bored, like she’s been told this before. “You hear that, Gullpaw? No exploring for you.”
“That sucks, I guess,” Gullpaw doesn’t sound too disappointed.
He lets their conversations drift away, turns his head to look back into the undergrowth. Something moves in there, but he’s sure that it’s a bird or something. Maybe a fox. It’s hard to believe that an entire Clan would want to move into the place that he calls home.
Greyfox takes a moment to watch the patrol edge closer to the border, and then watches as they turn and leave. They do not dawdle, clearly keen to escape the darker aura surrounding his woods. He stays where he is until he’s sure they’re gone, and then drops down and slinks back into the foliage, listening intently for any other cats. He can smell BriarClan so clearly now that he’s taken notice of them, can track where they’ve been. There’s a path that all of the cats seem to take, grass trodden down. He follows it for only a moment before he decides to go in the opposite direction. Greyfox does not need a run-in with Clan cats, and he does not want to give up his home. He was born and raised here – it’s part of the reason why he still exists in the land of his kin.
The rest of his day is spent weaving the border between the woodlands and ShellClan, though he can scent some CinderClan cats after a certain point, so he’s sure he’s getting a little too close to the mountains for comfort. His mind is something of a mess. Between the newcomers and the possible patrols on the border, he’s in a very dangerous place. One misstep or a moment’s delay in hiding, and he could be caught and chased out. It doesn’t matter what territory he’s chased out of, because the Clans will talk to each-other at some point, and that means he’ll be labelled a threat, or something similar. He remembers how the Gatherings used to be with AspenClan. Honestly, he’d never been a fan.
“It’s not often you wander here.”
It takes him a few moments to place where the voice comes from, but he eventually notices the cat perched on a rock.
“It’s not often you stray from your two-legs,” Greyfox replies, flicking his gaze down to the path. “It’s been a while, Angel. Thought you were gone for good.”
Angel rolls his shoulders and hops down from his rock, back arching in a stretch. He jingles when he walks, likely alerting any prey in the area to his presence. His gaze flicks over Greyfox for a few moments before he looks towards the woodlands, ears perked up.
“Word gets around,” he says, after a few moments. “A new Clan moved into your old territory. Are you going to take them? One versus an entire Clan?” his tone implies that he thinks it’s impossible, but Greyfox knows better. He’s heard of Clans falling to one rogue before. It’s just a matter of execution.
“Nah,” he decides, sitting down and curling his tail lazily over his paws. “Too much effort. It’s easier to get others to do it for you, and I don’t have others.”
The other tom doesn’t respond.
“Have you seen Poppytail?” he asks, to prompt an answer. Angel considers it carefully, before shaking his head.
“Nope. Last I saw, she was going to take to the life of a pirate.”
“What’s a pirate?”
“A human on a boat who does crime.”
Greyfox sighs, but he’s not surprised. Poppytail is more versed in the two-leg world than he is, knows more. It’s not a surprise that she’s away from the territory and more interested in pursuing her own adventures. Most AspenClan survivors are gone from the woods, now. He twitches an ear and watched a few birds fly overhead.
The silence isn’t a strange thing, and it’s comfortable. After some time (the sun is beginning to descend at this point, so he’s spent most of the day basking), he hears the loud yowl of a two-leg. His voice never fails to grate on Greyfox’s ears, and Angel bounces up to attention and calls back, waves his tail in farewell and bounds down the path. Right at the base, he sees the two-leg scoop him up into his arms. Greyfox is mildly amused at this – but it’s not a rare scene.
It only takes him a few more seconds of debate to follow, keeping the two-leg in view as he follows. The path itself smells heavily of dogs, and there’s a bitter stench as the rocky path gives way to a two-leg path. The nests begin and so do the fences, and he’s already memorised which one is Angel’s home so he hops up onto the line of fences and trots along it.
Each garden is different, he’s learned. There’s one with a tiny dog that barks but can’t jump high enough to get him, another one with a rock that’s shaped like a cat, and more. There are various kittypets, too, but they don’t like Greyfox. He’s a wild cat, and they don’t like that.
It’s best for them not to know that he likes to hide in Angel’s home.
Once he finds the garden that belongs to Angel, he drops down and pauses by the pond to bat at the fish in there. He’s tried to catch them and has gotten chased away by a large female two-leg each time, but he can’t help it. He makes sure not to bat at them for too long before he walks towards the door and pushes his way through the cat-flap. Angel taught him to use it a while ago, and he finds it the most useful thing.
It’s not long before he hears the jingling bell of his kittypet friend as he and the two-leg return, and he crouches by the water bowl and takes a long drink. The two-legs put some sort of strange rock in it that makes it taste better. He likes it. He doesn’t like the rabbit droppings of food, so he instead hops up onto the counter and meows. Loudly.
“Wow, look who’s here,” Angel’s tone is dry, but he doesn’t join Greyfox on the countertop. Instead, he watches. “Martyn is going to give you all of the love, since you haven’t been here for a while. Look how skinny you are! You’re doing this on purpose.”
“Absolutely,” he twitches his ears and watches as the male two-leg wanders in, listens absently to the mindless mewing that he does (he can’t understand, though he knows Angel does), and watches with growing interest as something that smells nice appears.
“He’s telling you to get down, by the way,” says Angel, with growing amusement. “He’ll give you more if you listen.”
From between mouthfuls of chicken (it has some sort of flavour on it and he loves it), Greyfox laughs and jumps down, and is immediately greeted with an entire plate of food. Some of it is chicken, some of it is something he hasn’t had before. It’s probably not healthy for him, but it’s tasty and it satisfies his hunger, and one night isn’t going to change anything.
“If you stayed here, you’d get so fat.”
“I’m inclined to agree. Two-legs might not be useful for much but they do have good food,” he licks his lips and looks up. “I don’t know why you bother eating the gross stuff.”
“It’s pretty nice when you get used to it,” Angel sounds rather defensive. Greyfox rolls his eyes upwards and continues to eat, but it’s not long until he’s full. Once he’s had his fill, he walks with Angel into the living space and lets himself flop down by the fire. It’s warm and comfortable, and none of the two-legs try to pet him. They’ve learned their lesson.
On nights like these, he’s glad that he doesn’t have to follow the Warrior Code. He has something to fall back on when hunting is failing and when it’s cold, and he has no doubt that the two-legs would take him in over the next leafbare if he needed to. He’s not sure if he’s a true wild cat anymore, but he doesn’t mind. Not entirely.
His main concern, however, is that there’s a new Clan in his home, and he needs to fix that.
BriarClan can’t stay. He won’t let them.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2017 4:07:28 GMT -5
chapters.
a chapter post.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2017 4:07:39 GMT -5
chapters.
a chapter post.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2017 4:07:54 GMT -5
chapters.
a chapter post.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2017 4:08:14 GMT -5
chapters.
a chapter post.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2017 4:08:45 GMT -5
chapters.
a chapter post.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2017 4:08:59 GMT -5
chapters.
a chapter post.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2017 4:09:29 GMT -5
chapters.
a chapter post.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2017 4:10:05 GMT -5
extra.
just in case. gotta be careful
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2017 4:12:41 GMT -5
chapter one should be out later today ;o;
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Post by Brownie on Aug 14, 2017 12:05:43 GMT -5
been low-key stalking this since the main characters were up
Can't wait to see how it goes!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2017 15:30:32 GMT -5
thank you o: ch1 may be a liiiitle later than i expected but i will get it up sooner rather than later
update: ch1 is gonna come out tomorrow instead bc ive hit a few snags (aka writing i dislike & need to rewrite) but....yknow (':
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Aug 15, 2017 4:12:01 GMT -5
-bangs fists on table- Let the bodies hit the floor. Let the bodies hit the floor. Let THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRR.
aka, my body is ready. p l z.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2017 4:14:17 GMT -5
@ tues: I KNOW IT BRUh
@ dia: i want you to die but also i love you
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Aug 15, 2017 4:16:24 GMT -5
ily2 bro. that's why I come with memes. n the occasional knife.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2017 14:07:59 GMT -5
chapter one is officially out!
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Post by Brownie on Aug 15, 2017 15:41:52 GMT -5
Okay that's pretty epic
I love the characters and the fact that the Clans are much more open here. If the canon Clans had a new Clan come in, they'd do much more than gossip. But it's a good change; unique and really sets the whole world up.
Also Angel is the best though I feel a bit sorry for his name lol
fan me!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2017 18:51:33 GMT -5
hehe thank you <3
i'm glad you like that!! i was going for a more open, gossipy sort of clan relationship to show how they interacted (gossip @ the border vs slander @ the border), and i'm definitely glad that it came out properly through my writing <: i'm glad you like the characters, too!! this is a very character-driven story, imo
hehe, angel's owner thought it would be funny to have a tomcat named angel. i've done the same thing (i named a female cat 'brian' before)
you are fanned <3
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Post by Dewstripe on Aug 15, 2017 22:27:34 GMT -5
I've been waiting since you first posted for the first chapter to see if I'd enjoy this and I was not disappointed. I love your style and the flow of your writing. (I'm always a sucker for side notes in parenthesis! lol) one little thing I noticed though: there are a couple spots in your dialogue where you use commas when it should be a period. when you break up dialogue, if what you're saying in between doesn't have the word "says" or a synonym, it should just be a separate sentence.
{{ So like, this is right: “But I’m doing that,” the younger cat complains. “Look! See?”
But this: “Oh, I see,” her tone is dry, “try walking like that. I dare you. See how much prey you can scare away, kitten."
Should be this: “Oh, I see.” Her tone is dry. “Try walking like that. I dare you. See how much prey you can scare away, kitten.” }}
also I really like the premise of this story! it's unique and intriguing and I can't wait to see where it goes. fan me?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2017 4:29:18 GMT -5
i'm glad i didn't disappoint, and i'm glad you like my style ;v; and thank you for telling me that! i'll try and fix that in a future - it's a habit so i'm sure i'll slip, but knowing now, i'll pay more attention to it d: thank you for telling me, i honestly never realised i did that o:
i'm glad you think so!! you are 100% fanned (':
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2017 14:27:14 GMT -5
gossips for life (and yeah he is). im glad u do, she should show up more
you're completely right and the correct response is "i'm trying to fix my pacing & reasoning" but my instinctive response is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ greyfox is a one-track minded gossip
(but you're right & i have pacing problems luls i'm working on that)
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