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Post by skyfire on Sept 24, 2017 22:29:14 GMT -5
"Don't push against the current," Lightwing panted, hardly managing to keep her head above the water. "Just get to the bank and we can make our way back onto the territory once we're on land." Her muscles were already burning from the strain.
Nightfrost padded a little quicker to catch up to his clanmates. "I didn't see Lightwing or Applestrike at the meeting, they're probably somewhere around," he said, scenting the air as well.
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Post by 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 on Sept 24, 2017 22:37:14 GMT -5
Wolfsong tilted her chin up in the air, taking in the different scents. She was careful to make sure she didn't smell Applestrike or Lightwing, and soon curiosity set in. Were the two of them together? What if they had run into the rogues? "Which part of the border should we head towards?"
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Post by 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 on Sept 24, 2017 22:59:14 GMT -5
Wolfsong began heading towards the meadow border, her fur fluffed out so that she appeared bigger. "The rogues won't have anywhere to hide if they're lingering over at the meadow," she replied.
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Post by skyfire on Sept 24, 2017 23:31:32 GMT -5
Lightwing swam to Applestrike, sliding her head under one of her legs to help keep her head up. They weren't far from the shore. She paddled a little bit harder to make it.
"I would probably say the southern border, there are more places for them to take shelter," Nightfrost responded.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2017 16:25:50 GMT -5
brambleflight 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 skyfire[sorry for going to bed so early but unfortunately I have school. maybe we can pick up where we left off. this is a timeskip to when a rogue appears and Brushstar is with some other cats, y'all can decide who they are] Brushstar ran into the battle behind his cats. The border patrol had been peaceful and regular at first, until a sudden panic broke out, and he had no clue why it did. Brushstar slashed his claws at a furry, coal-black cat with a foreign scent he knew to be that of a rogue. The cat shrieked and ducked, extending his claws and striking Brushstar on his side. Brushstar fluffed up and hissed. There seemed to be only one rogue in his area, as far as he knew, but cats milled around him outside his field of vision. Brushstar circled the cat for a very brief moment and then they broke into a tangle of limbs, yowling and screaming. Brushstar slashed at the other cat's hindquarters and yowled, "Rogues do not belong in our forest!" Charcoal screeched and ducked under Brushstar's body for a brief moment to slash at his underbelly, then threw the leader off his back with one flick of the spine. Brushstar fell to the ground and before he could get back up, Charcoal bit into his foot hard. Brushstar screamed and kicked him hard, scratching him deep in the skin from the chest all the way to the chin. The long gash mark immediately bled, and Charcoal fell down under Brushstar. Charcoal looked up and hissed through the pain: "Truce?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2017 17:49:30 GMT -5
bump
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2017 19:14:02 GMT -5
Charcoal hissed at Sagewhisper. "What territory?" he said defiantly. "Every land is everybody's land out here. Scram."
Brushstar couldn't believe what he heard as Charcoal struggled beneath his grip, claws out. Brushstar spat. "Impudence at its finest."
He paused and collected himself. "You must be insane to say something like that on another cat's territory."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2017 19:45:45 GMT -5
Sagewhisper frowned at the rogue. “We left plenty of land for you rogues to use. The forest belongs to Forestclan alone.” He said shaking his head with a sigh. (I have the apprentices and Peachfall there cx Also can I get a quick description and age in moons for him?) Charcoal wrinkled his nose with distaste. "I don't live with other cats. I go where I like." He took a quick swipe at the cat's nose, claws sheathed, and smiled. "Ha. Bet I scared you." "How about you back off so I can get off this dirt off my pelt? It's bothering me." |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2017 20:17:26 GMT -5
bumpp
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Post by 🕷-𝓖𝓲𝓷𝓰𝒆𝓻 on Sept 25, 2017 20:47:43 GMT -5
{ I’m gonna join as the med-cat apprentice and a regular apprentice, if that’s alright~ they will be parentless unless another member would like to claim them, but I am not requesting that of anyone~ Let me know if there’s anything I need to change! }
Blossompaw - Cream colored she-cat with dark gray markings on her face, paws, ears, and tail. Her eyes are a vivid blue color. 10 moons. Warrior apprentice. Brother is Hailpaw.
Hailpaw - white tom cat with black fur covering his left ear, has yellow/green eyes. 10 moons. Medicine cat apprentice. Sister is Blossompaw.
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brambleflight
Holiday craze. Replies wont be coming for a while sorry!
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Post by brambleflight on Sept 26, 2017 14:15:14 GMT -5
( 🕷-𝓖𝓲𝓷𝓰𝒆𝓻 Thanks for joining  I’ll add them) Peachfall paced outside of her den. The medicine cat looked irritated as she waited for the return of the patrols. They’ll probably be getting into fights, those mouse-brains... she thought with a sigh as she forced herself to sit down and wait. Sagewhisper looked unamused with the rogue. “Well you can’t go here.” He said with a quiet growl. “It’s foolish to risk your life over something like this don’t you think?" |
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Post by 🕷-𝓖𝓲𝓷𝓰𝒆𝓻 on Sept 26, 2017 16:01:32 GMT -5
{ Thank you~! }
Finishing with the task his mentor had given him, Hailpaw puffed out his chest proudly at the now fresh and organized herb storage. He was proud of himself for it, and quickly pushed his way out of the den to relay the news to Peachfall. Brows furrowing as he instantly spotted how troubled she was, he padded out to join her, “Everything is done.... Our yarrow supply is low so I will go collect that shortly... Unless is something wrong, Peachfall?”
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Post by 🕷-𝓖𝓲𝓷𝓰𝒆𝓻 on Sept 26, 2017 17:01:30 GMT -5
Hailpaw could understand his mentors concern, but he wasn’t sure what he could say to soothe her worries. “All we can do is hope they return safely...” he finally offered, press his nose to her shoulder lightly in a soothing motion. “I will prepare some herbs for their wounds just in case, you should join me.... It will do good to have your mind occupied by a task before your nerves cause you to jump out of your own fur..” he added, sounding partially amused.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2017 17:05:54 GMT -5
( Mind if I join? c:
Pipitpaw, a small apprentice aged, 8 moon old, thin brown tabby tom with a white belly, muzzle, paws, and tail tip, with large blue eyes. Brother to Finchpaw.
Finchpaw, a brown gray tabby tom with large blue eyes. 8 moon old. Brother to Pipitpaw.
Smallnose, a petite, pale white she-cat with brown-gray ears and tail, as well a grayish back and a few flecks of gray and white on her pelt. Her tail is white tipped and she has vivid blue-green eyes. 20 moons.
Shiverpelt, Shiverpelt is a long legged, but still small, thin white she-cat with very vivid green eyes. She has two, faint scratches over her nose from battling badgers, as well as a small scar on her neck. Her fur seemed to often be ruffled, and since she was little she has had a way of shivering almost all the time. 15 moons. )
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Post by 🕷-𝓖𝓲𝓷𝓰𝒆𝓻 on Sept 26, 2017 17:18:43 GMT -5
{ Hey Rain! I have Blossompaw open if you would like to rp with her~! }
Hailpaw allowed a mrow of amusement, glad to see that his mentor had finally returned to her old self a bit. He knew it would only cause her more stress to sit there and worry about the others, so he was glad he could distract her. Giving a nod in agreement, the apprentice immediately went to check on the cobweb storage, placing out what they currently had. “We have quite a bit, but it wouldn’t hurt for us to gather a bit more when we get time.” He decided, pushing them towards her so she can double check his decision.
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Post by 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 on Sept 26, 2017 21:09:57 GMT -5
(hey guys!)
Wolfsong changed her direction, following behind Nightfrost and Bearfang. The small she-cat was on high alert as she walked, scanning for any intruders. "I wonder how the other patrols are going," she said aloud, remembering that Brushtar and a few others had also gone out.
Stonepelt watched Charcoal with narrowed eyes, the large tom remaining behind Brushstar. As of the moment, it didn't seem as though the rogue would attack. But the moment that changed, Stonepelt would waste no time lunging at the tom.
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madmatriarch
Genderfluid - Any Pronouns will do
Pronouns: Content with Any
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Post by madmatriarch on Sept 27, 2017 3:59:47 GMT -5
(Ill toss my hat into this)
Coontail - Long furred tan tabby tom with a thick ringed tail and dark brown mask on his forest green eyes and muzzle. He is large with heavy paws and a pelt of thick ragged fur, protruding teeth, and tufted ears. Brother of Scratchfoot
Scratchfoot - Thick furred dark tabby tom with a pale underbelly and ice blue eyes. Broad shoulders but otherwise lean. Brother of Coontail
Frozenfur- snowy white molly with pale blue eyes. Each strand of fur is long and wispy, making it easy to be misplaced and gnarled in the breeze or with little action. A good deal of grooming is needed to maintain everything from her fluffy chest to long plumy tail.
(If I get any good stories going I might add another later)
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Post by 🕷-𝓖𝓲𝓷𝓰𝒆𝓻 on Sept 27, 2017 7:46:22 GMT -5
{ Hey Stormy~! Welcome Mad- can I call you Mad? ^.^ }
Hailpaw hummed his agreement before taking his place across from her, beginning to do the same with quiet efficiency. He was never one to mind silence, unlike his sister Blossompaw, who insisted on trying to keep conversation going no matter what they were doing. Spotting how little of the herbs he has remaining, Hailpaw quickly realized that if this patrol went bad, they would be very short on supply. “Do you think it would be dangerous to go out now- with the fighting happening?” Perhaps he could go with a warrior to collect some basics just to ensure they had enough, if Peachfall thought it would be safe.
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madmatriarch
Genderfluid - Any Pronouns will do
Pronouns: Content with Any
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Post by madmatriarch on Sept 27, 2017 12:51:18 GMT -5
That works just fine! and thank you <3)
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Post by 🕷-𝓖𝓲𝓷𝓰𝒆𝓻 on Sept 27, 2017 13:17:52 GMT -5
{ I do have Blossompaw open if you’d like to rp~! }
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madmatriarch
Genderfluid - Any Pronouns will do
Pronouns: Content with Any
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Post by madmatriarch on Sept 27, 2017 14:19:06 GMT -5
Yeah im game!)
- Ill do starters for two of my cats respond to whichever you like
A large shadow forced its way through the bracken and underbrush, swaying prey clutched in its jaws. Scratchfoot sighed through a mouthful of rabbit fur. The powerful shoulders rolling away the ache of a long morning patrol. Several other cats padded away from him with their own freshkill, taking it to where they best see it going to use but the dark tabby tom cast his gaze to the kill pile and padded languidly in its direction. He dropped the weight that had upset his neck and let out a small satisfied purr that the dawn patrol had finally concluded.
Coontail Fluffed out his pelt and begun grooming out leaves and twigs from its ragged fur. He made a spectical of himself propped up on his hindquarters bent over to reach the long dragging fur on his belly and under his arms. Grooming like this was a twice daily task between patrols and hunting if he didn't want a painful evening of picking out burrs from his fur. He had picked a secluded corner of camp to do this job but even so found himself flushed with embarrassment as the tom tumbled over onto his back, trying to reach the last twig entangled on his flank.
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Post by 🕷-𝓖𝓲𝓷𝓰𝒆𝓻 on Sept 27, 2017 16:09:47 GMT -5
Hailpaw nodded at his mentors instructions, taking them to heart as he glanced around to create a mental list of what he needed before padding out of the den and into the camp, glancing around for any warriors that might be free to escort him out.
Blossompaw sighed in irritation as she finally finished checking the elders for ticks, hating the punishment she had earned for getting herself into her most recent bout of trouble. After washing her paws off, the she-cat began to find her way to the fresh-kill pile when she spotted a sight that had her mrrowing in barely contained amusement. “Losing a fight to a twig, are we Coontail~?” She teased, taking a seat to watch the toms antics. It was entertaining to say the least, and she wasn’t going to deny that.
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I’ll add them)
DM me if u want