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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Apr 3, 2017 21:27:46 GMT -5
[ Ooc: ] I wish rping felt like the actual books .--.
[ Rp: ]
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 3, 2017 21:55:53 GMT -5
[ 🎃❅❖.Şp໐໐kฯຟiຖ໓.❖❅🎃 i want to claim you for rp eventually xD speaking of the books i went to the library today to work on a paper since my power was out and i heard this little girl talking about them and it brought back so many mems ]
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Post by ѕρσσкуѕку on Apr 3, 2017 22:03:21 GMT -5
We could do that, ѕρσσкуѕку! I still have to reply to Bluepaw though haha. As well as a few others. Still, i'll post a starter for that soon. I hope everything gets better for you. ] { ??? I never saw that you replied to that. I'll go check now. }
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Post by ѕρσσкуѕку on Apr 3, 2017 22:07:54 GMT -5
{ I can't find it?? :/ }
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Post by noble. on Apr 3, 2017 22:28:40 GMT -5
HELLO ok so im sying to rp so I'm going to make a couple of starters if anyone was to jump in on them ѕρσσкуѕку ; ill start the post for alou and crow????
also i drew a lil pic of milkpaw today and ahh its so cute]
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Post by ѕρσσкуѕку on Apr 3, 2017 22:36:48 GMT -5
{ That would be great! And are ya gonna post a picture? }
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Post by noble. on Apr 3, 2017 22:47:21 GMT -5
i was gonna post a picture but i forgot to save it as a jpg and i don't have the program on my laptop to open it up :-( ill post it tomorrow c: ]
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Post by 🎃❅❖.Şp໐໐kฯຟiຖ໓.❖❅🎃 on Apr 3, 2017 23:04:47 GMT -5
Rushingwolf; soon my dude i will be ready for you. Right now I just want to do try and settle for a moment and get back into the mood to rp. ѕρσσкуѕку; I didn't reply lol! I said I need to make a reply to it. I also need to make a starter for OliveHiro at some point. ]
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 3, 2017 23:25:19 GMT -5
[ Take your time, Fireh<33 I know the feeling, don't stress yourself out over it! ]
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noble.
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Post by noble. on Apr 3, 2017 23:26:06 GMT -5
and here they all are :-)
sorry alo's is so long lolol - also was too lazy to rewrite starters so i just copied them from last time since i never used the anyway]
Silence. It drove her wild, the breeze whipping about her but no sound to be heard. It should've been screaming out, but there was nothing. Nothing but the faint tap of the ground between her paws and the occasional stir of leaves. Alouette breathed in the crisp air, her legs shaking and sore as she gazed upward for a moment. Walking past the two-leg house the terrain had become unfamiliar and here and there she caught scent of others cat's but only on the wind. She had nothing to worry about or so she believed as she began to approach the border of the group of cats known as Meadowclan. It was dark out but she could find her way or so she thought. She thought a lot of things, clogged with corks of worry and bent with anxious fantasies. She was overwhelmed, too much regret and sorrow were flickering in her system to be able to think clearly. None of that mattered though, she had to push on.
Alouette ventured further into the valley and towards the ocean, her tail trailing behind her. She couldn't help but glance back at the two-leg nest that rose up behind her. She had been weary passing it, she had gotten too close to too many two-legs who all tried to snatch her up. Anxiety floated in her chest, not because of the stale two-leg smell that suffocated the house, oh no, it was the forever lingering smell of other cats. Yes cats, with an s. She wanted no trouble with anyone, though she would fight if she had to. The scars that dabbled her body were proof of that. Was that a flash of black in the grass? A pair of eyes? The she-cat slowed to gaze upon the sea of green before coming to the conclusion that it was her nerves. Leaving the forest and remerging into the meadow, fear began to reinstall itself into her. The farther she got from the two-leg nest the quicker her pace became. She knew she had ventured into whatever band of cats resided here and desperately wanted to get out before they ventured upon her. Spinning on her paws she ran back to the two-leg nest and then followed the coastline, steering clear of all greenery. She sped past Shell Rock and kept going until the ground began to slop down towards the ocean. The ocean breeze nipped at her form as it pushed past her, whistling slightly in the process. It was in that moment, the breeze in her fur, ocean in her nose, dirt in her paws, sky in her eyes, that she felt safe.
Finally reaching the small cliff that hung over the ocean, the she-cat came to a skidding halt, pants now raking her exhausted body as she gasped for air. Taking a deep breath the loner stepped forward, curious to see what the ocean looked like from up above. Careful as to where to place her paws, her senses dulled as she focused on not slipping as she walked to the edge, an action that was not all so wise. She watched as the waves crashed and swallowed each other. Her eyes softened in remembrance, her mother always use to say that she should've been born a fish because of her love for the water. She couldn't help but let a small smile dance on her lips as she thought of being a fish and swimming in the murmuring water. How far would she go? She hoped it would be far from here, to another land where the water was milky and full of green, where the fields were golden and the berries red. A land where she wouldn't feel alone.
Milkpaw ; Move. The command was simple. To move was to change one's position, place or state and this fae was doing all three. The feline's limbs ached slightly in defiance as she demanded them to shift with weight they didn't seem to not have enough energy to carry. Milkpaw could have walked to camp, running however was a different story. It required a great deal of stamina. Move, she reminded herself once again. She hadn't been eating that much, resulting in a loss of energy. It seemed that she was always running from something, physically as well as metaphorically. As a kit; from the teasing of her kitty-pet blood and her name that had reminded everyone of it. Anger blistered inside of her at the thought. Her mother had named her Milk after the sweet white liquid in her bowl to remind her where she had come from.. However, she didn't need any reminding, the distain in her classmate's voice when she first arrived was enough to remind her that she had born a kitty pet and that the death of her father, Greywater, was her fault. He had been carrying her as well as her sister, Softkit, across the thunder path when they were hit by a monster. She was the only one who survived and a part of her hated herself because of it. With camp in sight Milkpaw finally came to a wheezing stop, her chest erupting in pain. If where she had come from wasn't enough to set her apart, it was her "little heart" as Violetdawn liked to say. There was something with her. Violet dawn said she had a little heart and thats why she tired easily and breathing was difficult. However Milkpaw didn't believe her and thought more irrationally about it, she was sick because she was born a kitty pet and that was that. Finally regaining her breath the young she-cat pushed through camp quietly in hopes that nobody noticed her disappearance, knowing that she wasn't suppose to leave camp. "Treat me as if i'm a kit..." she mumbled to herself as she passed the waterfall. Ashpaw ;
The young apprentice stirred in his nest as he desperately tried to grasp onto sleep. Unfortunately for the young lad his slumber slipped through his paws, leaving him restless and tired which was never good. A tired apprentice always makes a cranky one, or atleat in Ashpaw's case. Grumbling bitter nothings into the open air he sat up in his nest, taking a moment to become comfortable with his surroundings. Oh how he wished he could just go back to sleep, it's what he enjoyed most, aside from training with his fellow apprentices.
Rookfeather ;
The darkening umbrage swallowed the broad slated feline. His tail slithering into the darkness was the last thing seen of him in the shadows. The tom proceeded forward through the thickening foilage, leaves crunching under-foot. His paws had taken him to one of the small streams in Aetherclan without any thought process. Not even taking the time to simply tilt his cranium back and scent the air before he pressed forth. He was in one of those moods where he could care less if there was a badger lurking in the shadows, awaiting his next meal which would soon become Rookfeather. However when did he ever care? He scoffed to himself as he thought back to his classmate Baybone who he had teased before leaving. The crippled tom was so easy to upset. He laughed to himself as the image of Baybone all puffed up and raging danced in his mind. Oh how he loved to crawl under his classmates skin's. Sighing to himself he carried on, pushing forward until he reached the border. Swiftly marking it he went about his way, going on a kind of solo patrol.
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Post by ѕρσσкуѕку on Apr 4, 2017 3:27:35 GMT -5
{ oOOHHHHHHH okay I gotcha. I thought you said that I needed to reply to them. NVM lol. And Nob I'll reply to Alo (such a cute nickname tbh) and Crow hopefully tomorrow but I can't be certain seeing as I won't be on for most of the day. I'm having a friend over and she's gonna stay the night so I'll be quite busy. But I'll try to pop in! }
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Post by ѕρσσкуѕку on Apr 4, 2017 3:37:06 GMT -5
{ Can I reply to Ashpaw? Actually since I have muse for Songpaw I'll just post a reply and if you're feeling it we can go with them??
Also Milkpaw is angsty AF lol. And I feel Ash on enjoying sleep tbh. }.
Songpaw woke gently from a dream about a butterfly, a wide smile growing on her face already. She sighed happily and stretched in her nest, blue eyes lighting up with energy when she saw Ashpaw sitting up near her. She heard him mumbling something, and her ears pricked in curiosity. Sitting up herself, she decided to ask him about it. "Hey, Ashpaw," she whispered loudly, which almost defeated the purpose of whispering in the first place. "What were you saying?" she asked, her head tilted which made for a silly sort of appearance. She was blissfully unaware of this fact, however, and instead was focused entirely on her clanmate.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Apr 4, 2017 3:40:20 GMT -5
[ Ooc: ] Noble I'll reply to Milkpaw tomorrow I really want to use one of my apprentices, But I have work at 9 am.
[ Rp: ]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2017 6:01:54 GMT -5
"Nothing," said Scorchflower, regaining her composure. She had never been a cat to dwell on here sort of things- after all, Sparkheart had decided to leav camp on his own, not her. She hated to admit it, but she was actually enjoying the idea of that tom not being in camp. It wasn't like any cat would go looking for him anyway- he had always gone almost unnoticed except for when he was bothering someone. But despite that, she was worried about him slightly. Shaking herself so her fur would fluff out, she spoke again. "Long fur is annoying, isn't it?" She had changed the topic, but for good reason- they could only talk about Sparkheart for so long.
(That's what I was thinking she would do) Darkleaf realized he'd have to introduce himself as well, and then he realized that Spottedsky was a warrior name. This cat probably knew who he was if he were to give out his actual leaf. "Call me Leaf," he said gruffly. It was only part of his real name, but it could get him by. Darkleaf would have given him away, anyway. That name was now nothing more but the name of a vicious murderer, a traitor, a threat to all- someone that wasn't him. He was certain that in the Clan, cats whispers his name in dark shadows and by the faint, almost mystical light of the moon as if it was forbidden to say otherwise, as if it would jinx them somehow. His train of thought by rustles in the bush behind him- clearly belonging to a younger cat about eleven moons old or so.
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Post by noble. on Apr 4, 2017 7:52:59 GMT -5
ѕρσσкуѕку; ok thats fine - also - yea milkpaw is mad angsty lolololo its fun ♡ Bun ♡ ; ok > yessss milkpaw finally gets some actionnnn i love her so much ]
Ashpaw ;
Ashpaw began to groom his pelt when a voice alerted him that he had company. Glancing over his shoulder his fiery eyes landed on the Songpaw. He snorted to himself at the look of her, head tossed over, eyes glowing with amusement. How could a cat be so joyous in the morning, it was beyond him. "Didn't say nothing, mind your own nose" he snapped at the soft-spoken she. Most of his clanmates were filled with empathy and compassion, however thats where he lacked. He was sour and twisted and enjoyed his classmate's displeasure. However, for once he felt a slight twinge of guilt. Frowning he buried it deep deep inside himself where nobody, not even him could find it.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Apr 4, 2017 10:44:49 GMT -5
and here they all are :-)
sorry alo's is so long lolol - also was too lazy to rewrite starters so i just copied them from last time since i never used the anyway]
Milkpaw ;
Move. The command was simple. To move was to change one's position, place or state and this fae was doing all three. The feline's limbs ached slightly in defiance as she demanded them to shift with weight they didn't seem to not have enough energy to carry. Milkpaw could have walked to camp, running however was a different story. It required a great deal of stamina. Move, she reminded herself once again. She hadn't been eating that much, resulting in a loss of energy. It seemed that she was always running from something, physically as well as metaphorically. As a kit; from the teasing of her kitty-pet blood and her name that had reminded everyone of it. Anger blistered inside of her at the thought. Her mother had named her Milk after the sweet white liquid in her bowl to remind her where she had come from.. However, she didn't need any reminding, the distain in her classmate's voice when she first arrived was enough to remind her that she had born a kitty pet and that the death of her father, Greywater, was her fault. He had been carrying her as well as her sister, Softkit, across the thunder path when they were hit by a monster. She was the only one who survived and a part of her hated herself because of it. With camp in sight Milkpaw finally came to a wheezing stop, her chest erupting in pain. If where she had come from wasn't enough to set her apart, it was her "little heart" as Violetdawn liked to say. There was something with her. Violet dawn said she had a little heart and thats why she tired easily and breathing was difficult. However Milkpaw didn't believe her and thought more irrationally about it, she was sick because she was born a kitty pet and that was that. Finally regaining her breath the young she-cat pushed through camp quietly in hopes that nobody noticed her disappearance, knowing that she wasn't suppose to leave camp. "Treat me as if i'm a kit..." she mumbled to herself as she passed the waterfall. [ Ooc: ]
[ Rp: ] Ravenpaw padded out of the apprentice den from a nap, His joints were sore from sleeping in one potion for so long. He stretched yawing, he saw MIlkpaw out of the corner of his eye leave camp. Maybe she's going hunting. The tom thought as he trotted to the entrance, letting the mist of the waterfall hit is fur. It had seemed to give him a jolting bolt of energy. He smiled as he made his way down the slope, Mikpaw hadn't made it far before he caught up with her. "Hey Milkpaw." the tom gave the she cat a sweet smile, he noticed that the she cat didn't look to well. "Are you okay?" the tom asked, his tone sincerely worried.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Apr 4, 2017 10:45:07 GMT -5
[ Ooc: ] Sorry its so short compared to yours
[ Rp: ]
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 4, 2017 12:51:48 GMT -5
[ hey guys ]
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 4, 2017 12:55:54 GMT -5
"Nothing," said Scorchflower, regaining her composure. She had never been a cat to dwell on here sort of things- after all, Sparkheart had decided to leav camp on his own, not her. She hated to admit it, but she was actually enjoying the idea of that tom not being in camp. It wasn't like any cat would go looking for him anyway- he had always gone almost unnoticed except for when he was bothering someone. But despite that, she was worried about him slightly. Shaking herself so her fur would fluff out, she spoke again. "Long fur is annoying, isn't it?" She had changed the topic, but for good reason- they could only talk about Sparkheart for so long. Breezeflame twitched his whiskers at Scocrchflower's response. Part of him was annoyed at the she-cat for not giving him a proper answer, but the other part of him was glad because frankly, he just didn't care. He had only asked out of sheer politeness, which was hard to come by with this tom. Though, something about this tom did seem to bother the she-cat and it wasn't because he was annoying. The dark colored tom was snatched out of his thoughts when Scocrchflower made a comment about long fur. Glancing down at himself and then at the she-cat, the tom blinked. Was she blind? Sure his pelt was thick, but no where near fluffy or long. "Wouldn't know." He meowed simply, flicking his torn ear.SaveSaveSaveSaveSaveSave
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Post by 🎃❅❖.Şp໐໐kฯຟiຖ໓.❖❅🎃 on Apr 4, 2017 13:10:43 GMT -5
Save save intensifies]
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 4, 2017 13:14:36 GMT -5
[ save save is really trying to assert its dominance and honestly i feel so attacked ]
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Post by ѕρσσкуѕку on Apr 4, 2017 14:05:52 GMT -5
{ Omg I was gonna say save save is pushing its boundaries Morning guys lol }
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 4, 2017 14:09:44 GMT -5
[ hi Spot^^ ]
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THIS IS THE THRILLLLLLLLLLERRRRRRR, THRILLLERRRRR NIIIIIGHHHHTTTT 🎃
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Post by 🎃❅❖.Şp໐໐kฯຟiຖ໓.❖❅🎃 on Apr 4, 2017 14:19:19 GMT -5
Good morning!!! Well afternoon now. I should mention I have to get things in order today for my employment which will be pretty soon. So as the usual, I'll probably get a response out but then that's it. Shoddy activity le sigh]
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 4, 2017 14:26:45 GMT -5
[ good luck Fireh^^ ]
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Apr 4, 2017 17:22:28 GMT -5
[ Ooc: ] SAVE SAVE Is making a come back, Also good luck fireh!
[ Rp: ]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2017 18:05:14 GMT -5
Scorchflower nodded dismissively. "Thick fur, long fur. Still annoying." She looked calmer now, but her eyes still carried a worried look to them as they swiftly glanced around. Stop looking already. He isn't her, but that's not your problem, she thought to herself, guilt clawing at her belly. Her yelling at him- okay, she had slashed him across th shoulder too to keep him in check- could have had something to do wih his abrupt disappearance. Pretending she believed her own lie that she had nothing to do with it, she tried to look as calm as possible, despite how troubled she was over it.
(savesave is breeding)
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Post by Cedarleaf on Apr 4, 2017 18:43:11 GMT -5
[ Hey I'm new! I hope it's okay I reply to Ashpaw and Songpaw! If not let me know and I'll delete this no worries. ]
Willowbreeze woke from his long nap, where he dreamed he was in the Sky, jumping from cloud to cloud, so high he could almost share toungues with the stars. Of course, like always, he seemed to be just too far away. He rose to his paws, quickly grooming himself, flattening his sleep-matted pelt. Yawning luxuriously, he padded out of his den to grab some fresh-kill. He had not eaten all day, so he supposed it would be fair enough to give himself something. He grabbed a snow-covered vole, quickly chewing and swallowing it before searching around the camp for something to do, someone to speak to. Violetdawn was most likely getting some well-needed rest, and there was no need to disturb her, despite the nagging dream at the back of his head. Willowbreeze was always curious to know what his dreams meant, but often times he knew they were simply nothing more than dreams. Other times, he didn't know, but they ended up being as such anyways. A dream of dancing among the clouds was nothing abnormal for a whimsical cat such as himself, however.
Willowbreeze's gaze wandered over to Apprentice Den, which he contemplated. Apprentices were eager, if not somewhat immature, but they could be fun to talk to. Older cats always seemed so jaded and upset, save for some rare exceptions, while apprentices usually still had stars in their eyes, if they had not been touched by trauma. Unfortunately, many cats seemed to have been at a young age. That's what happens when you live the life of a warrior, he supposed. Perhaps it would be refreshing to speak to one of them, nonetheless.
Willowbreeze poked his head into the den, where he saw Ashpaw and Songpaw were still awake.
"Ashpaw? Songpaw? Do either of you fancy going for a moonhigh stroll?" he mewed quietly, so as not to wake the other apprentices.
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Post by Rushingwolf on Apr 4, 2017 19:21:35 GMT -5
[ I'm so glad save save happened to me. ]
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Breezeflame gave Scorchflower a small snort. "Would you rather be hairless?" Sure having a pelt could be annoying at times, especially when things got snagged in it, but it was better than having none. However, unlike the she-cat, Breezeflame was having no thought of Sparkheart. He had moved on from that conversation. The dark tabby tom could care less if Sparkheart was in camp or not. In fact, Breezeflame thought it best for the warrior to be out of camp doing something for the clan. He shook her head and looked back over at Scocrchflower. "Why are you acting so weird?"
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