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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Dec 8, 2017 21:52:59 GMT -5
weeviltooth // warrior of oakclan / camp mentions: tawnyface, nutpelt, brookpaw tags: deerpaw
Oh dear. What's going on here? An inquisitive thought matched by a curious glance in the direction of the last two felines to come rushing to the camp's entrance, Pointy ears flicked forward to pick up on the tidbits of the conversation he could gather, only managing to catch the tail end of Nutpelt's annoyance before he turned his sights away. Best not get involved there, oh no, he didn't doubt the younger tom's wrath if he crossed him. So, he turned his sights upon the earlier returned patrol- namely, the young short-tailed molly that currently entertained herself at the Laughing Tree. He rose from his patch in the sunshine, oversized frame moving over in a slow, lethargic fashion that suited his still sleep-dazed demeanor. "Good hunt?" He asked of the apprentice, husky voice rasping out with an optimistic curiosity about him that brightened his one eye.
He tipped his broadhead to one side, permanent wink and crooked snout angled to the ground. It took him so painfully long to grow comfortable with his own features- how had he gotten to the point that he literally forgot of his abnormality? He remembered it with the brush of his most prominent snaggletooth against his upper lip, pink sandpaper tongue swiping over whisker pads in an effort to clean off any possibility of drool or grime that may have collected without his noticing. It was with his head tipped that he could see Tawnyface moving by from the corner of his eye, prompting from him a glimmer of vague curiosity he snuffed out only to award Deerpaw the attention she so plainly deserved since he came to bother her.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 9, 2017 2:45:27 GMT -5
Deerpaw --
The Laughing Tree had always been Deerpaw's favorite place in camp, perhaps even in the entire territory. She had been intrigued by the tale of the tree back when she had still been a kit. The first time her mother had allowed her out of the nursery to visit the elders had ended with the young molly more than interested in the legend of Jaggedpaw. Ever since then the ticked tabby had been motivated to do what she could to communicate with the deceased tom's spirit. A thousand questions was in her mind to ask Jaggedpaw - had he really died climbing the tree? What exactly happened? How old had he been when he died? Who were his parents? The questions just continued to pool in her mind. Deerpaw was so prepared for the tomcat to appear in front of her one day, or to even just hear his voice. She had even been leaving him toys to play with. Surely he liked to play. She had tried everything from moss balls to feathers. She had even attempted to bring him prey, but her father had caught her in the act and demanded she put the fresh-kill back where it belonged. It was safe to say that Deerpaw had been very annoyed with Nightstorm for a while after that.
Nightstorm had never understood her fascination with Jaggedpaw. "It's just a kit's tale," he would say. Deerpaw didn't believe him. She would always retort back with something along the lines of, "Well, if it wasn't true then nobody would talk about it!" Nightstorm would usually huff and walk away after that, not wanting to argue with his only surviving kit.
Thinking about her father had left Deerpaw vulnerable to surprises. The short-tailed molly jumped when a voice entered the air. She turned on her paws, eyes wide and fur on edge. The apprentice calmed significantly when she noted it was only Weeviltooth. He was an interesting warrior what with a snaggly tooth, crooked jaw, and one eye. He looked funny, but Deerpaw didn't think of him as ugly per say. Intriguing was the word she would use for him.
"Yeah! I caught a chipmunk," Deerpaw chirped. She puffed out her broad chest in pride. She hadn't been an apprentice for too long, and her hunting skills were much less refined than her fighting abilities, but she was working on that. It was her goal to be the best fighter and hunter. She also wanted to be the best fisher despite not caring much for water and fish in general. She wanted to be the best tracker, the best climber, the fastest runner...she wanted to be a lot of things, but most importantly she wanted to be Jaggedpaw's friend.
With no shame in her interest, Deerpaw looked upward to the branches and asked, "D'ya think Jaggedpaw likes chipmunk?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2017 8:40:24 GMT -5
(Another starter for Brindle and Rust) RustpawRustpaw wasn’t really one to wander. He had never seen much of the appeal to it anyway- his heart would always be in the bark of the Thunder Forest trees. The dense woods were home to him- they were where his ancestors many years before him lived and died, here were the stories of ThunderClan such as the three cats who could see beyond the stars and the great leader with the coat of flame. He was running, prancing over the roots of the oaks and maples that tangled and twined above the paths, without a care in the world, when- “Technically, you do realize there was a time that ThunderClan lived in a quarry instead?” Every hair on Rustpaw’s back bristled, and he turned to see Brindlepaw perched on a maple branch above him. Of course, she just had to show up. To him, she was a snide little apprentice who was overly annoying with her intense knowledge of the Clans, and was specifically out to ruin his days. Brindlepaw, meanwhile, thought of him as a dumb ThunderClan cat. Meathead, she thought as she watched his face wrinkle in anger. There’s so much room for muscle in them that it must block out space for their brain. “Also,” she continued, “RiverClan held the Sunningrocks most of the time back in the Moonstone Forest.” “Sunningrocks belongs to ThunderClan, Fishbreath,” snarled back the dark red tom. “Also, did you know ThunderClan was the birthplace of Tiger-“ Rustpaw kept running, not even hearing what she had to say next. Her knowledge of the old Clans constantly angered him. He’d get her back someday, although he wasn’t entirely sure how. Brindlepaw, meanwhile, walked back to camp, a smug smirk on her face. Her greatest annoyance of all was the facts being twisted- perhaps she wasn’t being the most pleasant with them, but to her, facts were always most important of all.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 9, 2017 14:59:05 GMT -5
Tawnyface --
A slight commotion had caught the half kittypet's attention. He wasn't one to stick his nose in places where it didn't belong, but he found himself intrigued to know what exactly was happening, especially when he put it together that it was Brightstar's voice he heard within the noise. If there was something going on with his leader Tawnyface wanted to know. Perhaps he could help, perhaps give his wisdom to the leader. Brightstar was older than Tawnyface, but the one-eyed warrior felt like a father to the entire Clan. He wanted to be there to help and to guide.
As Burrclaw left, Tawnyface stepped over. He dipped his head in welcome and respect toward the large tabby as he approached. "Good morning, Brightstar," he mewed. He showed in his body language that he was receptive and open to anything his leader had to say, but there was a slight curiosity to the spotted warrior's posture as well. Tawnyface also didn't want to dive straight into asking Brightstar questions. If the leader was unnerved then asking him questions without him opening up to them would prove disastrous. Tawnyface simply wanted to help, and to help the recipient of that help needed to be willing to receive it.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2017 15:41:49 GMT -5
BrightstarBrightstar’s ears pricked back at the sound of Tawnyface. For a second, he stayed still- it wasn’t a tense sort of still, but a long pause, as if he had to shift into conversation. “If this is about the deputy,” he said quietly, “I still don’t think I’m ready to name one yet.” The blood-red-image of his brother ripped to shreds still stuck to the backs of his eyelids, appearing whenever he blinked. He remembered how Lizardthroat always joked about how stoic he was, always pointing out that Brightstar seemed to only care about the dawn patrol being sent out every day- but it had been two moons now and his brother’s death still was fresh on his mind. It was unreasonable, but the kind of unreasonable Brightstar couldn’t pull himself away from. It was his job to name a new deputy, as his mother had done before so many times- but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It was another reminder to the leader about how his footsteps would never match Acornstar’s. Feathertalon
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 9, 2017 16:02:48 GMT -5
Tawnyface --
A look of concern flashed over the scarred tom's face. Brightstar was still in grieving. The whole Clan knew that, but what concerned the warrior the most was the fact that Brightstar jumped to the conclusion that Tawnyface was there to talk about the lack of a deputy. Many cats in the Clan cursed the leader now for his lack of following the code. Those who believed in the ancestors were the worst about it. Despite his heritage, Tawnyface had been born in the Clan to a kittypet father - who eventually did join the Clan to be with his mate - and a descendant of ThunderClan mother. His mother had believed deeply in the ancestors, passing down her belief to her son. Tawnyface believed and worshiped his ancestors, but he would never curse his leader for not naming a deputy. Tawnyface could only imagine how hard it was for Brightstar to name another deputy after Lizardthroat.
The warrior shook his head. He even stepped forward and lay his tail comfortingly over his leader's shoulder. "This isn't about that, and I'm sorry if I appeared to have that question on my tongue. Though..." Tawnyface pulled his tail away and glanced around to make sure no other cats were in ear shot before continuing. "I couldn't help but overhear you and Burrclaw earlier. I wanted to make sure you were okay. Leadership is taking its toll on you." Tawnyface held Brightstar in high esteem. He was a fine leader with his flaws. He believed that, given the chance, Brightstar would show his worth as OakClan's leader once more. Many cats challenged that belief, though. Nightstorm was a strong believer in Brightstar's incompetence as leader. Nettlefur was on the fence as far as Tawnyface knew, but Tawnyface, he believed in Brightstar's leadership. The tabby was going through a hard time, and Tawnyface wanted to be there, wanted to show his support.
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Dec 9, 2017 17:16:57 GMT -5
weeviltooth // warrior of oakclan / camp mentions: shrewfang, beetlenose tags: deerpaw
A throaty purr, bushy tail curling around his haunches as they bent and allowed the oversized feline to sit. He had to say, Deerpaw was a sweet thing. She was bright eyed and lively and her fondness for the Jaggedpaw Legend was naively pure. He wasn't so sure if he fond of the tale himself: the thought of some unfortunate young soul being ensnared by the branches of the Laughing Tree was mortifying to the rogue-borne tom. "Aye, I think he does." He chortled back at her, turning his leaning face up to the gnarly branches. It would make sense- chipmunks and squirells like trees, didn't they? "Thinkin' of bringin' him one, are you?" He inquired of her, flashing his eye to the pile topped by her named catch. Cute. Maybe that should become a tradition- the apprentices could bring their first catch to the Laughing Tree to honor Jaggedpaw's spirit and their last catch as thanks for the safe passage through their apprenticehood. Ah, but the greedy elders will bloat themselves. He nearly snorted at his own thought, instead taking only a whistling breath through his nose.
He quieted the notion of laughter quickly- not because of worry for offending Deerpaw in some way, no, but because he glimpsed a tortie's coloring from the corner of his eye. Immediately he knew, clamping his jaw shut though it's loose fit and permenant mis-set did little for him should he decide he would in fact keep speaking. He didn't breath a word as the muscled female passed, eye skittering to follow her as Shrewfang slid from the confines of camp out into the territory. He wouldn't lie: Shrewfang intimidated him, as did a select few other felines he wouldn't name. As for her troublesome shadow Beetlenose, well she was far less intimidating- flouncing about in pursuit of the larger molly and mewing a friendly greeting to those whom passed, including a wave of her skinny tail at both he and Deerpaw as she passed- then disappearing with her chosen victim. He hoped she survived whatever prank she was planning against Shrewfang, he quite liked her.
"Nothin' else today? Mentor not buggin' you?" He decided to return his thoughts to Deerpaw with a well-meant question, genuinely curious about how her training might be coming along since she was doing so well on the field. Ugh, he ached to go back to the days of his youth- but only if he could grant himself a do-over, one where his days as a kitten were speant within the clan rather than as a Loner.
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Post by Snowleaf on Dec 9, 2017 17:59:58 GMT -5
Snowleaf sighed sadly to herself, sitting just outside the medicine cats den as she watched Brightstar emerge from his den and having a conversation with a few cats. He looked distraught, likely being questioned about naming a deputy again, and she frowned. She could understand his grief, preparing the former deputy's body wasn't easy. There were so many leaves to place, practically covering poor Lizardthroat's entire body. She was lost in thought for a moment, before she shook her head, trying to think of something else. She could only hope that who or whatever was responsible for Lizardthroat's death was caught, she didn't want anyone else to suffer the same fate. She hoped she could help him somehow, knowing it was one of the many unspoken duties of being a medicine cat, but not only that. She considered Brightstar her friend and she hoped he felt the same way about her. Maybe she should speak to him later, offer some words of comfort or come up with a way to name a new deputy without making it seem like he was just replacing his brother.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 9, 2017 18:32:32 GMT -5
Deerpaw --
As far as Deerpaw was concerned, Weeviltooth was a great warrior. He looked odd due to his deformities, but he was a friendly cat. Whenever Deerpaw was put on a patrol with him or something he always seemed to be relaxed and open-minded, and he had never stopped Deerpaw from believing in her dreams, and he had certainly never told her to get over her obsession with Jaggedpaw. He wasn't like Nightstorm who always told his daughter to put her energy into something else. She wanted to use her energy to please Jaggedpaw, to befriend him somehow. That's what she wanted to do.
The young molly purred, smiling at Weeviltooth as she glanced over to the older feline. Her short tail gave a wag. "Yeah," she admitted warmly. "He must get hungry what with no prey up there. I try to feed him when I can, and I try to get him to come down and play, too, so he doesn't get lonely." Stories of Jaggedpaw told of him being a malicious spirit, a demon, that would harm any cat who dared curse his name, but Deerpaw didn't see him like that. She thought of the deceased tom as a mislead spirit that just needed a friend. Deerpaw wanted to be that friend. Speaking of friends...
Movement caught Deerpaw's attention from the peripheral of her vision. She turned ever so slightly to catch sight of both Shrewfang and Bettlenose, the two mollies heading out of camp together. Deerpaw smiled as the two walked by. "Good hunting!" She called out in hopes that they would hear and register her words. Unlike Weeviltooth she wasn't intimidated by either of the warriors, and in fact, she looked up to them. She looked up to just about every cat older than her in the Clan, but she felt more admiration toward other mollies. She was going to be like them one day, a strong and tough female warrior who could hold her ground no matter what.
The topic of training, or well, mentors, popped up. Deerpaw huffed. She sat down on her broad haunches and shrugged her muscular shoulders. "Nah. I went hunting earlier to practice my skills, but I haven't done any training today other than that. I was hoping to get time to see if Jaggedpaw would finally come down to play." She glanced up to the tree once more, eyes searching for any signs of the tom. A sigh slipped from her nose. "I still don't see him up there..." Looked like he was going to stay by himself again today, unless bringing over that chipmunk changed his mind.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2017 18:44:09 GMT -5
Brightstar“I’m fine,” responded Brightstar, staring at the ground below. He knew it was a flimsy lie- he had never picked up his mother’s gift of gab like that. He was more like his father- dutiful, yet painfully bad at convincing others. His father had died only a moon into his tenure as deputy due to overworking to prove himself- Would that be my fate, too? Lizardthroat was almost exactly like his mother, more outgoing- Brightstar stopped himself from thinking there and then. His mind was tired enough already. He shook his pelt, feeling sunlight paint his back with gold. “Burrclaw doesn’t always seem sane, Tawnyface, but at least she’s trustworthy.” Burrclaw had been the most stoic at Lizardthroat’s death- then again, she had lost a daughter and disowned both her sons. She had earned her steely suffix for a reason- she could go through anything and come out shining, he had thought. Burrclaw, at least, was there for him.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 9, 2017 19:03:35 GMT -5
Tawnyface --
Tawnyface felt his one eye narrow. He knew that Brightstar wasn't as fine as he was making himself out to be, but the warrior wasn't going to press him. If Brightstar wanted to talk about it he would do so of his own voluntary choice. There probably weren't too many warriors that the leader trusted right now, not with how there were so many in the Clan that were going against his option of waiting to name a deputy. Even despite that the tom murmured, "Don't work yourself too hard, don't worry too much." That was the least he could say to his leader.
On the topic of Burrclaw Tawnyface nodded. The aged molly was exceedingly trustworthy. She was a hard worker and well respected despite having disowned her own flesh and blood. She was an amazing warrior that had her flaws, even if one of them was her perhaps losing her mind. "That she is, but I'd hate to know that any cat was giving you a hard time. You have enough on your mind already." The tom flicked his tail, letting it fall in a pointed position toward the camp's exit. "Perhaps you need some fresh air?" Tawnyface inquired, wondering how Brightstar would feel about an outing from camp.
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Dec 9, 2017 19:28:36 GMT -5
weeviltooth // warrior of oakclan / camp mentions: none tags: deerpaw
She was such a delight- why didn't he have kittens of his own again? Oh, that's right; a swipe of his tongue to rid himself of any drool from his open maw reminded him. He turned his winking eye upon Deerpaw solely to focus intently on the tree, golden yellow orb wandering the tall trunk and entangled limbs overhead like he too were searching for the mystical form of the deceased apprentice. "Y'know, I think maybe he likes it up there." He rumbled, hunching his head down between his shoulders to better speak with her- like he were sharing some secret with the young molly that he didn't dare let be overheard by his other clanmates. "He can see us all, yea? Mebbe he ain't mean like the Legend says. Could be keepin' us safe from harm. Youngin' cats, always tryna prove their mettle." Such a long proclomation tired him, the muscle in his cheek stiffening like a wire drawing his trap shut. He let it rest a moment, head tipping from side to side and bobbing like he were nodding to himself, mulling over his thoughts before he spoke them.
"Tell you what, missy. I'll hang 'round here like i normally do. Y'can try and have some fun with Jaggedpaw, and if he don't come down, then it's you an' I. We can do some practice on our own." He offered her with a low purr, a crooked smile coloring his maw and brightening his one eye. Not many apprentices really tolerated him, but he liked sharing what he knew- even if it was only teaching something as small as tree climbing, he loved lending a helping paw. Who knew? He felt he was really making a connection, though it may be far fetched and gone within a day. He'd have to start sucking up to whatever Queen next moved into the Nursery- maybe bond with a little kitten, then go roll around in attempt to convince Brightstar of allowing him an apprentice of his own before he got too old to properly enjoy the experience. The mere concept of his own age bothered him- to be fair, he was a tad bit behind the others, but there was still so much he hoped to accomplish in his life and he wasn't even half way through his check list for his age. He wanted to be a mentor and to have a mate and family and where was he? Exactly as he'd started out; struggling to find his place.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2017 20:09:43 GMT -5
Brightstar“I had considered her- you know, for deputy back when... Lizardthroat died,” Brightstar said as if there was pain in his chest that made it hard to speak. “But... something felt off about her. She disowned her own two sons, and she constantly talks about the Ancestors. She has the right personality, but her methods... aren’t quite right.” He had remembered the day she disowned a son for the first time clearly. It was not even a moon after Otterpaw’s death- the young apprentice had shown lots of potential, which Brightstar knew very well as he was her mentor- and she was exceptionally gifted when it came to senses, making her excellent across the board. It was sorrowing that these heightened senses weren’t quick enough for the car that thundered toward her on the pavement- it was a quick and painless death, at least, but that was besides the point. Burrclaw had been haunted by it, and it drove her to the Ancestors Of Stars vaster than ducks take to water. She constantly spoke of them and the old, twisted legends of them from the old forest, how they had all power and always did what was right- she just wanted more than anything to believe that Otterpaw was out there somewhere. The young brown tabby apprentice with the winding whiskers, the soft-spoken apprentice of Lizardthroat, fresh from his sister’s death, had been meaning to talk to his mother in a heart-to-heart manner. He had a smile on his face as he told Lizardthroat about how much his mother loves him and how much she had helped him through his grief- and then, there was the admittance of a crush on another tom, the screechings of a desperate mother and a warped tale from the old forest about how tom and molly were created solely for each other by StarClan (it wasn’t originally supposed to be about that but instead about the trouble of forbidden romances between Clans, but again this was besides the point to Brightstar), and then there was the tom, sad and dejected and quieter than before, with a scratch across his face from the cat who had given him the gift of life in the first place. The apprentice wouldn’t have made it through if not for Lizardthroat. He became more of a parent to Longpaw than Burrclaw ever was, and it was no surprise when Longpaw graduated a moon ahead of schedule due to his excellent training. Brightstar remembered his warrior ceremony exceedingly clearly- and how Burrclaw had looked at newly-renamed Longwhisker and Lizardthroat with an unreadable look on her face. He had always been confused by how quickly she turned on her own son, but he decided to let it go- otherwise Burrclaw was a perfectly fine cat, if crazed with ravings of stars and overly cold at times. It was a few moons later that Weaselheart had been disowned as well, but the ginger tom seemed to not care less and it was generally agreed Weaselheart was a hopeless case anyway.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 9, 2017 20:35:32 GMT -5
I'll get replies up as soon as I can, but poor Longwhisker ;; And poor Weevilheart, he deserves love and an apprentice
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Dec 9, 2017 20:54:40 GMT -5
ooc // you're in no rush lol lol weeviltooth is- and to quote chandler from friends- "lonely and awkward and desperate for love!" x3
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 9, 2017 20:55:18 GMT -5
poor thing</3 operation let's get Weevil some love and/or an apprentice
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Dec 9, 2017 21:02:32 GMT -5
ooc // tbh i'm p sure he wants these things but the actual second he's confronted with even a tiny possibility of achieving it he'll get freaked out he's the living embodiment of a waiting/rattled skellie meme not gonna lie
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2017 21:05:53 GMT -5
(ngl i’m the exact same way. wanting to do a thing but also kind of scared of it? god what a mood)
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Dec 9, 2017 21:13:26 GMT -5
ooc // honestly tho weevil: no fear molly: shows interest weevil: all fear
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 9, 2017 22:15:22 GMT -5
pushes nettlefur toward weeviltooth /shot
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Post by Snowleaf on Dec 10, 2017 13:18:57 GMT -5
Ill be a bit poofy today but if anyone wants to rp I have all of my cats open!))
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Post by roxyfoxy811 on Dec 10, 2017 18:07:10 GMT -5
Maplepaw/Foxpaw: Maplepaw sat, observing the camp through narrowed eyes. Despite having already lived here for five moons, she couldn't, or wouldn't, bring herself to trust any of her clanmates. Trusting cats had gotten her nowhere before, and it would likely take her nowhere now. So she lurked in the shadows, trying to determine which cats were the least trustworthy. Her sister, Foxpaw, sat beside her, also observing, but for different reasons. She was interested in seeing how the clan worked, which cats liked which, and which cats hated each other. She still wasn't sure about their friendships, mainly because she had never had one, but she had a pretty clear idea of which cats didn't like the others. Maplepaw abruptly spoke up, breaking her train of thought. "Don't trust that one. He's too friendly," she muttered, gesturing with her tail towards a black and white tom who was busy eating a mouse. "Who? Swiftfoot?" Foxpaw asked. Maplepaw glared at her accusingly. "Hey, I take note of how they interact and who they are. I'm not interested in how much I should hate them." Maplepaw sighed and looked back towards Swiftfoot. She really did think he was too friendly.
Swiftfoot: Swiftfoot was eating his mouse, watching the other cats talk. While his eyes were wandering, he saw a pair of apprentices sitting in a shaded corner, muttering to each other. He figured it was probably Maplepaw and Foxpaw. As he finished his mouse, he thought about going over to talk to them, but figured he'd probably leave with a scratch on the nose. So, instead he headed out of camp to wander around some. Maybe he'd catch some prey or check the boundaries. Or find someone to talk to.
Smokeshadow: Smokeshadow stalked through the undergrowth on his way to the Shadow Marsh. He wanted to spend a bit of time there hunting. The fresh-kill pile looked like it could use a few extra pieces of fresh-kill. Once he reached the marsh, he saw a bird and stalked up to it. He successfully caught it, but decided he didn't really feel like doing much hunting and sat down to look at the scenery, breathing in the scent of the marsh. He would take the bird back to camp, as well as any other fresh-kill he found on the way back.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2017 22:31:04 GMT -5
(If anyone is interested, I still have all characters except for Brightstar open)
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Dec 12, 2017 9:18:48 GMT -5
ooc // i may make some posts today, since i've only put up starters for brook/weevil/nut once i get them up anyone's welcome to jump in quq
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2017 18:46:35 GMT -5
(Bumping. I might put up a starter for Long and Weasel soon)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2017 14:06:40 GMT -5
(bumping again)
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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 23, 2017 15:27:16 GMT -5
hey, I just put an application up)
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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 23, 2017 19:12:54 GMT -5
Anyone want to RP?)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2017 19:13:41 GMT -5
(I have pretty much everyone open but Brightstar for the time being)
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Post by roxyfoxy811 on Dec 23, 2017 20:40:36 GMT -5
(If someone else wants to RP with any of my characters I don't mind. I just don't want to be the only one doing anything.)
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