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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 24, 2017 10:39:03 GMT -5
I’ll RP today if people want to join. Splashpaw is my only character)
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requiem
❝ i will gut you if i need to. i will carve my way out with only my teeth. ❞
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Post by requiem on Dec 25, 2017 20:48:40 GMT -5
ooc | if anyone's around today, i'm totally down to start something!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 10:05:53 GMT -5
LongwhiskerLizardthroat had been the closest thing Longwhisker had to a parent, or at least, what one should be. He remembered the thin tabby smiling down at him warmly, the sun brightening his back, as they wandered through Thunder Forest. He remembered how Lizardthroat would whisper advice in his ears as he stalked a mouse- crouch a bit more, focus, build the energy in your hind legs- and how proud Lizardthroat was when he made the catch. Lizardthroat was always talkative- sometimes he talked just for the sake of it- and warm, friendly. He had his faults, yes, but Longwhisker thought of him much more than his mother and brother. Longwhisker wished he could forget those two. He did understand Brightstar, but the tom wasn’t fit for leadership- then again, Longwhisker found that not many of his Clan brethren could actually be leader. Well, that is, except for himself. Longstar had a nice ring to it, he thought. He would know how to run this mess of a Clan, and fix all of its many issues. He would change it quite a bit, and he’d be more strict, but it was much better than batty old Brightstar not even selecting a new deputy after two moons. He would also exile his brother, Weaselheart. The thought of the ginger tom being alone, with nobody to help him and nobody to drain from, pleased him. Weaselheart was never there when you needed him, always out of territory with rogues. He was callous of the Clan code and yet he still schlepped around camp, treated like everyone else. He was apathetic to authority and ignorant of basic decency at best. Longwhisker often wished that Weaselheart had never been born. And yet his brother was oblivious to it.
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Dec 27, 2017 17:38:12 GMT -5
brookpaw // apprentice of oakclan / camp mentions: deerpaw, weeviltooth, deerpaw, foxpaw, brightstar, tawnyface, shrewfang, nightstorm tags: nutpelt
Her fur was sticky with the stifling clumps of mud that clogged her pores and knotted in her fur. She wanted to gag with each swipe of her pale pink tongue over the dirtied tufts, ears flicked back and chin touching her chest as stiffening brown gave way to soft tabby stripes. Such intense grooming went undisturbed by those milling about around her, her fellow apprentices Swiftpaw and Foxpaw lurking to one side while another- Deerpaw of course- chattered on with Weeviltooth at the Laughing Tree. No differing conversation could possibly deter her from her conquest over the sludge coating her pelt like a skin suit, up until she saw Brightstar and Tawnyface. Her dull eyes narrowed, tongue pausing mid-swipe over one shoulder and left ear twitching as she snagged the tiniest portion of their conversation. Babbling idiot. she thought to herself, resuming her tedious grooming with a soft huff under her breath. With any luck Tawnyface would convince the bloke to assign a deputy at long last- any feline here could adequately do the job better than he was doing on his own at this point.
Realistically, she supposed the best choice for deputy would be Tawnyface himself. Yet- if it were up to her? Crookedstorm. In her brutally honest opinion, Crookedstorm was an ugly she-cat and given the uglier threat the clan faced, she thought an intimidating face would go a long way toward successfully acquiring the safety they so desperately sought. Plus, Crookedstorm was tough. It was a tribute that was needed, and she quite personally thought very few of their warm-blooded clanmates could match such dexterity aside from perhaps Shrewfang and Nightstorm.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the shadow that fell over her, gaze uplifting to find her rescuer still adorning his dirty paws and permenant slanted scowl. Nutpelt's dull green eyes glossed over her half-sirtied pelt, short whisers shivering with reserved amusement for her obvious suffering. She squinted at him, bad temperment worsening by the moment as her fur hardened underneath the sun's relentless rays. Flakes of brown cracked and fell, peppering the ground round her with strands of hair pulled out by her teeth. Her lip curled, showing needle-point fangs for a fraction of a second before her lip fell again and her focus returned to her own hide. Nutpelt, despite her callous response to his appearance, merely swivelled his head to survey the very felines that Brookpaw had been judging only moments ago. "Thought you were going to go find somebody?" She inquired in that near whispering tone of hers, though her nose wrinkled when he bent to her height. He was so very tall- his head lowered close to his own knees just to make eye-level with her, and when his lip curled it revealed an array of pearly fangs that made her heart stutter with apprehension. "Don't start." Was all he bit out at her, raising his head and slinking around her. Oh, he could be mean. Even she knew better than to test him, huffing hot air from her nose and resuming her task without another word.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2018 5:51:52 GMT -5
bumping again
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Jan 4, 2018 18:51:05 GMT -5
ooc // yo if anyone's online/wants to do anything i'm happy to make or reply to starters c: it's been a while so i can open up frozen characters but most of them are already open.. like my post i guess if you're interested so i know to check back in?
oh and if anyone's interested i'm happy to doodle characters if activity goes back up ovo 'tis my only bargaining tool
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2018 18:57:01 GMT -5
ooc // yo if anyone's online/wants to do anything i'm happy to make or reply to starters c: it's been a while so i can open up frozen characters but most of them are already open.. like my post i guess if you're interested so i know to check back in?
oh and if anyone's interested i'm happy to doodle characters if activity goes back up ovo 'tis my only bargaining tool (I’d be fine with anything with Rustpaw, Brindlepaw, Weaselheart (I’ve yet to write a starter for him though), or Longwhisker if you’re interested!)
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Jan 4, 2018 19:07:35 GMT -5
ooc // i'll look through your posts with them and i can get something started tho i may not be able to finish it until after dinner QAQ
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Jan 4, 2018 19:25:30 GMT -5
beetlenose // warrior of oakclan / thunder forest mentions: shrewfang, brindlepaw tags: rustpaw
Crash. It was the most apt description she could conjure to describe what had happened- one moment she was darting along, weaving between the trees in search of her quarry, and the next she had a busted nose and mouthful of dark russet fur that tasted of dew and bark flakes. The overwhelming sent of the woodland and greenery alerted her immediately to the victim of her accident; Rustpaw. Obsidian-furred legs flailed, tail lashing back and forth to regain her balance though she toppled over and bit the dirt with maw wide open. "Oof-" She was winded. Oxygen failed to reach her lungs as she struggled to recompose herself, scrambling to her feet and gasping as she whipped around in circle. Oh- she lost her. Beetlenose had spent the last half hour tailing and harassing Shrewfang on the account of being an immature little turd monger, but now she'd run face first into her clanmate and couldn't just abandon him in the muck for what she could only assume to be her fault of running blindly around. A special skill of hers, she'd say.
"I am so sorry, Rustpaw. Are you okay?" Any observant feline could've dodged him easily enough, and now she failed to see how upset he was with the words Brindlepaw had shared with him minutes ago. Beetlenose may be excellent with sniffing things out, but her eyes were as unobservant- or perhaps ignorant- as a badger in broad daylight. Such prominent yellow hues widened, a guilty gleam lighting within them. Had she hurt him? He was so young- she'd feel terrible if she had, and already her own paw was beginning to ache with the hints of a sprain.
ooc // it's a bit short but it'll get us going hopefully
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2018 19:43:03 GMT -5
Rustpaw“I’m fine,” Rustpaw grumbled, not quite making eye contact with the black molly. His shoulders had slumped as if he had had his reputation tarnished- at least, this was how he felt anyway. Brindlepaw had no understanding of ThunderClan’s importance- the fire of the Clans! How dare she carelessly insult it with the apathy of the dog shredding its prey? His father, he remembered, would want nothing to do with Brindlepaw’s treatment of the Clan. Not that his father would want anything to do with Rustpaw either, but the red-furred apprentice didn’t really feel like dwelling on it. Cypresstail was known for his ThunderClan nationalism- and the fact that the warrior considered it a deal-breaker if his mate wasn’t of true ThunderClan heritage rippled through in whispers surrounding Rustpaw’s name like a filmy fog- so naturally it passed onto his son, who shared more traits with his father than he would otherwise like to admit. Before his death, Cypresstail only saw Rustpaw, his son, who shared his red pelt and his strong heart, who bled the same blood, as one thing: the kitten who killed his mate.
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lilykit
A city with one king, a city on their knees
Pronouns: She, her, they, them
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Post by lilykit on Jan 4, 2018 23:20:49 GMT -5
(Hello! Can I join? I posted the joining cats on the joining page!!
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Jan 5, 2018 9:23:42 GMT -5
beetlenose // warrior of oakclan / thunder forest mentions: n/a tags: rustpaw, shrewfang
She wasn't quite so sure she found that believable- Rustpaw seemed a tad too upset to have just been bumped into, something else must be nagging at the russet tom's mind but she wasn't quite so sure she was brave enough to ask. Her maw opened and closed like a gasping fish, desperation flashing in her yellow eyes. How did she prompt him further without being annoying? The answer came in the snapping of twigs, rustling of leaves, and the slow to emerge tortie molly that Beetlenose had occupied her time with as of late. Shrewfang's slanted eyes skimmed harmlessly over Rustpaw before settling menacingly on the two-moon older molly, those vividly golden hues of hers darkening with the premonition of her own actions should Beetlenose speak up against what she was about to do. So, with her broad head turning, she shifted her center of focus upon the apprentice. "Don't you have a mentor to annoy or something proactive to be doing instead of stomping around Thunder Forest scaring away all the prey?" She asked in her low tone, ears flicked back and chin tipped down to better stare at the tom. If he hadn't been running around with his tail tied in a knot because of some petty little thing or another, he wouldn't have given Beetlenose her bloody nose- which of course, the black molly looked to have yet to notice. She kept her weight sifted to one side in favor of her hurting paw, but the small smear of scarlet on her maw went unnoticed as she found herself far too preoccupied with the ongoing before her. She looked ready to leap to Rustpaw's defense, holding her tongue only for the rather unfriendly warning glance she'd been given before Shrewfang had even begun speaking. She didn't agree with her blatant attitude and choice of words, but she supposed she did have a point. Rustpaw was upset- maybe doing something would improve his mood for him? It was an optimistic thought completely opposite to the cynical feline that had approached them, who sought only to get the two noisy felines away from her decided hunting grounds before everything with an ounce of a brain took to hiding.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2018 10:16:05 GMT -5
RustpawRustpaw thought for a few moments. His mentor wasn’t really one who he enjoyed that much- old Burrclaw. She saw him as some kind of bad omen, the kit that came to the world with a coat as red as the blood of his mother than he had been born soaked in. He wasn’t a Clan outcast, by any means- but Burrclaw despised him almost as much as his father did. It was no secret that Brightstar practically groveled at the paws of the molly- why the Clan looked up to her at all Rustpaw didn’t know, although he did have to admit her battle skill was unmatched- and there was even a bit of his father in Rustpaw in that he didn’t like the idea of being taught by a frog-eating ShadowClan slinker. “Why would I even want to be near Burrclaw?” he asked, staring down Shrewfang. It was a horrible idea, and he knew it, to challenge a cat- but in true ThunderClan fashion Rustpaw didn’t care. “She just thinks I was born of the Dark Forest.”
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lilykit
A city with one king, a city on their knees
Pronouns: She, her, they, them
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Post by lilykit on Jan 7, 2018 18:44:39 GMT -5
(Hey peeps! Anyone I can rp with? I see people haven't been on in a while. . . anyway, I have a warrior tom and queen and two kits to rp with)
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Post by roxyfoxy811 on Jan 14, 2018 20:21:51 GMT -5
Maplepaw/Foxpaw: Maplepaw looked around the camp, not feeling like doing anything other than lazing around. She watched Brookpaw grooming mud out of her fur and wondered how it had gotten there. Sadly, the only way to find out was to ask, and she figured that she would be just fine where she was. "We should go do something before a layer of dust settles on out pelts,"Foxpaw said, glancing over at her sister. She enjoyed sitting around watching other cats, but she also enjoyed going out of camp and stalking sometimes. She didn't know how Maplepaw could spend all of her time just sitting and watching the camp. "Meh," was all Maplepaw replied with, shrugging her shoulders. If Foxpaw went, she would go too, just because Foxpaw was better at talking than she was. If she was with her sister, most of the time she could get away with standing to the side and sulking if someone tried to talk to them. But you can't really do that if you're on your own. "Well, I'm going to Thunder Forest,"Foxpaw meowed, standing up and stretching. She knew her sister would go with her, even if she would rather sit around and do nothing. Maplepaw sighed but got up and stretched as well. The two headed for the entrance, but crept along the edges, away from the action of the camp.
Swiftfoot: Swiftfoot wandered aimlessly through the territory. After a while of doing absolutely nothing, he came to the Wind Plains and decided to run a bit. He wasn't entirely sure why or where he was running, but he preferred this over sitting around in camp. Although if he was sitting around in camp with someone to talk to, that was completely different.
Smokeshadow: On the way back to camp, Smokeshadow had caught two mice in addition to his bird from the marsh. He set his prey down on the fresh-kill pile and sat down, deciding he would just relax in camp for a while. He looked around the camp, wondering what all the cats were talking about. He grabbed a squirrel that someone had caught and began eating.
((If anyone has free characters, any of mine can rp. Also, is anyone willing to mentor my rude, antisocial apprentices?))
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