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Post by xfogpathx on Oct 5, 2017 12:21:20 GMT -5
"Well...you have a lot of time to build your stamina, so don't worry about it to much." Crabpaw said with a small smile. "And he isn't the most charming cat, thats forsure." The appprentice whispered before he fell in beside Jasminrpaw for a near silent trek back to camp. Fallentide led the group wordlessly, already trying to calculate how the new patrol schedule would have to be arranged.
After some time, they emerged out if the tunnels and back into the cool, damp cavern of their camp. "You're all dismissed. Good work." the leader said with a dismissively flick of his tail. Crabpaw dipped his head back and dashed off but not before playfully nudging his shoulder against Jasminepaw.
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"I would really appreciate it." Kelpwhisker sighed with relief as she curled her tail about Batkit. As for the idea that the monster had tried to steal him...well all that was left was to watch and wait. "I'm going to take them back to the nursery now for some rest. Thank you, Rainrunner." The queen picked up the coltsfoot carefully and began to nudgedbher kits away from the Mistwatcher's den, purposefully ignoring her protesting daughter.
((Anyone want to either do apprentice training or hunting?))
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Hawkeye
I'm often busy w/school but I try to be on at least every other day.
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Post by Hawkeye on Oct 5, 2017 19:43:11 GMT -5
(my apprentice is free, as is my other warrior who's a mentor so I'd be up for it!)
Rainrunner smiled, dipping her head to the queen. "No problem, Kelpwhisker." she meowed quietly. After watching the family leave, the pale she-cat turned back to her sorting, muttering under her breath about needing to go out and collect more cobwebs within the next few days.
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Post by xfogpathx on Oct 9, 2017 17:54:10 GMT -5
((Alrighty, im back where I have internet. Lets get some stuff done.))
((Who wants to train and who wants to hunt? I may also send someone to the border page.))
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Post by ivythorn on Oct 9, 2017 18:23:55 GMT -5
(Hi! Are you still on?)
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Post by xfogpathx on Oct 9, 2017 18:25:09 GMT -5
((Yep. Just working on stuff. Sup?))
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Hawkeye
I'm often busy w/school but I try to be on at least every other day.
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Post by Hawkeye on Oct 9, 2017 20:19:26 GMT -5
(doesn't matter to me, I'll do whichever haha)
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Post by xfogpathx on Oct 9, 2017 20:58:27 GMT -5
((Okie dokie. Fallentide and Mousepath need to chat for a moment but then maybe Mousepath can lead a hunting patrol and Fallentide will take Wrenpaw training?))
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Hawkeye
I'm often busy w/school but I try to be on at least every other day.
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Post by Hawkeye on Oct 11, 2017 20:06:30 GMT -5
(Sounds good!)
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Post by xfogpathx on Oct 12, 2017 20:23:34 GMT -5
((So Im thinkin after Fallentide talks to Mousepath, he can maybe take Pikepaw, Wrenpaw, and Brinewhisker to train? Slyfoot might take out a patrol to the border too. Also, if anyone else wants to hop in to that let me know.))
Fallentide watched the patrol go their separate ways before letting out a deep sigh. Evidence of outsiders and MoorClan as well, if he was to go by what his trusted warrior had reported. He would really have to double down on security in the coming moons. They couldn't afford to lose prey with the cold season right on his tail. He needed to plan with his deputy.
The gray tom made his way down the cliffs from the Tunnel entrance and went to the fresh-kill pile, pawing out a fresh fish to share with Mousepath. With his prize acquired, the leader began to search the camp for his deputy.
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Slyfoot stretched lazily from where he was sprawled out on the edge of a cliff. He let his gaze scan the cam fro the high vantage point and couldn't help smiling when he saw his son return from a patrol and make his way to the fresh-kill pile. He was growing so fast. Speaking of patrols, however, the senior warrior knew he had a border patrol to lead. Had to make sure MoorClan knew their place, after all. He really hoped everyone would remember the patrol was supposed to happen soon because he didn't want to go around gathering up scatter-brained cats. The sun was going to set soon and he wanted to go there and get back before it was completely dark. He stretched one last time one last time before going down to the edge of the water to wait for Gobyswim, Whaleheart, and Riversong.
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Post by 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 on Oct 12, 2017 21:16:06 GMT -5
(Hey guys!)
Riversong yawned as he stretched out his back legs, the dark tabby's eyes flickering over to where Slyfoot was waiting. Giving his legs one final stretch, Riversong headed over to the tom, nodding his head in greeting. "Expect to find anything on this border patrol?" He asked as he approached, sliding into the water with ease.
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Oct 14, 2017 22:09:23 GMT -5
{ Lucy - Thunderpath // Dusk }
The repetitive and familiar drum of the truck's engine was slowly lulling the white cat to sleep. Head rested comfortably on paws, sheltered lovingly by her cat carrier, Lucy was ready to drift off and awaken at the cat show when they arrived in the morning. Usually, she was nervous, but Mama Gretchen made her rest assured with her incoherent cooing. Housefolk were simple creatures, after all, incapable of the clear language of cats. Lucy would humor her with a purr though, bat cutely at Gretch's glasses, flick fluffy tail. Anything for a treat or some catnip. Instead, this evening she was given a new collar. Normally this would have been praised. Instead, she was a bit insulted. Why did she need a new, bigger one? Was she getting fat?? How rude...Eyes still closed, Lucy snorted at the memory. Gretchen would just have to make it up to her after the show.
Oh, but fate had other plans for her.
The vehicle hit a particularly deep pothole, removing the carrier from its safe resting position in the back of the covered truck-bed and sliding it to the back door. Heart thumping, eyes wide, Lucy clung to the bottom of the carrier for dear life until it came to an unsettling stop. The impact had far more give than it should have. Apparently, the door was somewhat ajar. But she came to a stop and momentarily panted with ease. Then, however, another hit pothole forcibly ejected the crate entirely. All Lucy could do was yowl as tumble after tumble left both she and the carrier bruised and abandoned at the side of the road. It was getting dark, though, and the trip led the shaken kittypet too disoriented to understand what just happened. The lights from Gretchen's monster were quickly fading, and--though the steel grate had been damaged and she wasn't locked in anyway--Lucy believed herself to be completely alone and trapped.
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Darkηesque
DreamCloud96 at the original wcf. Member since 12/21/09.
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Post by Darkηesque on Oct 15, 2017 2:32:56 GMT -5
... ↪ Duskpepper | Thunderpath outskirts, requesting Lucy -- Due to the disbelief he had in Citrinecoat's claim on sniffing out MoorClan cats crossing the dangerous a smelly monster's thunderpath just to invade their territory, he parted from the patrol returning to camp to do a follow-up investigation. Duskpepper didn't want Jasminepaw to remain shackled to the Maine Coon's lie, so he was going to debunk the situation and free her from ever having to cover for Citrinecoat.
There was a very real reason for the speckled gray tom to be at the outskirts with his nose to the ground as dusk began to fall, but it was hard to take finding MoorClan scents seriously when he knew there wouldn't be any. Duskpepper trailed from the direction Citrinecoat and Jasminepaw had went back down to where he and Crabpaw had been earlier. Something peculiar await in the distance and his already narrowed eyes squinted further as he approached the contraption. This was not here before.
The shell was hard, but wasn't impenatrable from the scratch marks he left as he batted at it out of curiousity. What was even more obscure, was the very strong and very obvious scent of a cat that wafted from the unbeknownst carrier. "What're you doing in theeere, nya ha?" he meowed with a trail of giggles to the hiding stranger. It wasn't the scent of ShoreClan or MoorClan. Just a very sweet scent mixed with fear. If it were a kittypet, that would explain the crowfood he and Crabpaw had found in the area that day, though this contraption had not been there earlier. Perhaps there was no correlation at all.
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Jasminepaw | Camp (Fresh-kill pile) w/ Crabpaw -- wip
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Coralfox | Camp (Shoreline) w/ Falconflight -- wip
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Oct 15, 2017 22:21:24 GMT -5
{ Lucy & Duskpepper - Thunderpath // Dusk }
There were many sounds, much of them the wind, and Lucy was spooked at every one of them. As much as she wanted to wail, to call out desperately for her housefolk, her tongue was frozen in place. She was a child hiding under the covers from imaginary monsters. Exposed. Endangered. She curled into a tight white ball and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to convince herself this was all a dream.
The sounds of thudding and scratching roused the kittypet several moments later. Dulled, of course, and only on her right side--the working ear. Ears drew back, as did lips, and her hackles fluffed her up. What kind of absurd question was that? The voice and the laughter was clearly that of a cat, but Lucy would not be fooled. She heard many a tale of feral, wild cats. "I-I... L-like it in here. I-Its clean, and safe, and away from dangerous and dirty beasts." Whether that was a jab at the feral cat or not, it was plain in her voice that Lucy was terrified.
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Darkηesque
DreamCloud96 at the original wcf. Member since 12/21/09.
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Post by Darkηesque on Oct 15, 2017 23:40:12 GMT -5
... ↪ Duskpepper | Thunderpath outskirts w/ Lucy -- It was still inside the crate until he spoke. That's when the cat inside buckled and Duskpepper let out a sigh of relief to know he hadn't greeted a dead cat. Though...he probably wouldn't have minded it that much. He would have experienced real joy to talk to an inanimate body in the middle of nowhere where none of his clanmates could scold him for breaking a silent vigil. That's just the kind of weird sort he was.
'Beasts?' he pondered the words of a frightened she-cat and circled around to the other side of the shell and found himself facing a grate. Fearlessly, Duskpepper pressed his face to the cold bars to get a better look at the kittypet. He was smiling, but that was his usual display anyway. He'd never met a kittypet before, so there was actually some real excitement mixed with the friendly persona that was typically absent of any real emotion. He sniffed at her a moment with his nose stuck through an opening.
"N'awh, I sure hope you don't mean me," Duskpepper meowed in happy retort to the beastly name-calling. "Those monsters growling and snarling as they sprint right past you are the real beasts, nya ha! Yet here you are, just waiting for one to veer right off the thunderpath and run you over." The grin on his face just appeared ominous as he said such scary words to her in a lighthearted tone. "Hee hee. Anywhere is safer than here. I'd leave if I were you~"
After taking a couple step back from the contraption, he continued to stare at her shruken form at the back of the carrier. The lighting was getting darker but he could see her white pelt as clear as day. Duskpepper sat there as if he were going to wait for her to emerge or settle in and continue coaxing her to come out eventually. "Oh looky, here comes a monster now!" he crooned when the headlighta of the unbeknownst car appeared in the distance. "It looks hungryyy, nya~"
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Oct 16, 2017 14:30:45 GMT -5
{ Lucy & Duskpepper - Thunderpath // Dusk }
The cat had the nerve to press his dirty little face against her grate. Lucy's face wrinkled in displeasure. If she wasn't shaking with the night's chill and with fear, she might have hissed or batted at him. His prose was just as horrid and strange, but the show kitty supposed she had heard worse. At least he wasn't some salty sea tom. At that, she might vomit.
All bets were off when Duskpepper noted the oncoming monster. Here she was cowering in her crate without a care to notice exactly where she was. In this case, she was indeed right in oncoming traffic. Although a wishful thought was given to the idea that it could be Gretchen returning for her, the frightening closeness of the lights sent her into a panic. Expecting the need to literally bust open the steel grated door, Lucy gave a running start, running on pure adrenaline to attempt to escape from her now deadly prison. She had no idea the door was already busted and gave in to her shove immediately, throwing her outside and (presumably) right ontop of the feral man with a loud "AIIIEEEEE!!!" from Lucy.
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Post by xfogpathx on Oct 16, 2017 16:25:42 GMT -5
((Alrighty, so the first Gathering isnt happening this month because MoorClan is still getting members. Im still gonna update and age everyone up one moon. How do we want to handle this? Do we want to wrap up rps and say a new month started, or do we just want to continue as normal and just keep an eye on ages and stuff?)) (( Darkηesque, Erιѕ Alvα, sweetclover1, Hawkeye, ivythorn, 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱))
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Oct 16, 2017 16:29:04 GMT -5
( I'd say just continue as normal and keep an eye on ages and such. ^^ )
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Post by xfogpathx on Oct 16, 2017 22:12:12 GMT -5
((Thank you for the input, Eris.))
Slyfoot, having not heard the news about evidence of both MoorClan and outsiders supposedly intruding on their territory, simply shook his head. "Unlikely." the older tom drawled and slipped into the water after the other cat. He much prefered to take the water route to the border, unlike some cats who liked taking the long way through the tunnels. he was in charge of the patrol, so if any of them had a problem with it, they could go back to the apprentice den! He dipped under for a moment to fully soak through his pelt before emerging. "It should be a really simple patrol. I can't imagine Fallentide wants everyone tired for tomorrow morning anyway." Slyfoot mewed. "He's very excited that his niece and nephew are becoming apprentices, even if he isn't showing it much."
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Post by xfogpathx on Oct 16, 2017 22:20:39 GMT -5
(( sweetclover1: Hey! When we start the next day, Sharkkit and Batkit are going to be made apprentices!))
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Post by 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 on Oct 16, 2017 22:24:30 GMT -5
(I think continuing as is is good c: ) Riversong's whiskers twitched in amusement as he lazily kept himself afloat, appreciating the gentle waves against his pelt. "I wonder if Batkit and Sharkkit will let Kelpwhisker get any sleep," he responded to the tom, shaking his head. "The night before my apprentice ceremony my brother and I were bouncing off the walls." The dark tabby's eyes flickered back towards the nursery, his blue eyes scanning the camp. "I heard rumors about Moorclan testing our boundaries..." He shrugged. "But I haven't seen anything myself."
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Post by Erιѕ Alvα on Oct 17, 2017 17:11:39 GMT -5
{ Lucy & Duskpepper - Side of Thunderpath // Dusk }
At first, the she-cat had landed on something soft, unbeknowst the tom staring at her before. Suddenly she was rolling again, landing with a soft 'oof' beside--and off of--the thunderpath. Like a roll of thunder the monster drove on by and Lucy was able to process that she had to be now filthy. Though she ached and was bruised, the frantically began licking at her once-white fur. She cringed at the tarred taste of asphalt but pushed herself to continue. She had a show to get to! Maybe if she walked, she could get there before morning... Oh but she had no bloody clue where she was going. Almost in a panicked daze, she looked expectantly at Duskpepper. The feral cat wouldn't be cultured enough to know where the show was being held, so it probably would be a waste of time to ask.
It was then she felt the hard dirt beneath her, and the chilled night air blowing her downy kittypet fur. She had never felt so exposed. So vulnerable. Lilac gaze glanced around at the growing shadows as her fur began to fluff out again. There was nothing to protect her. Her carrier was smashed on the pavement. But the true reality of the situation was finally dawning on the kittypet. How would she eat without Gretchen? Where would she sleep? Tears quickly began to blur her vision. Everything was wrong. Hopeless.
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Darkηesque
DreamCloud96 at the original wcf. Member since 12/21/09.
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Post by Darkηesque on Oct 17, 2017 19:28:28 GMT -5
... ↪ Duskpepper | Thunderpath outskirts w/ Lucy -- Surely if he hadn't needed to save someone's life after toying with them about their demise, Duskpepper would have taken the opportunity of the oncoming monster to continue sitting in the road. He would test his will and wits to see how long he could remain there before he felt the need to jump out of the way. An unbeknownst game of chicken. If he didn't make it out in time, his life was meaningless in the bigger picture of things. No family, no friends. He just enjoyed taking chances and risks to see how much he could withstand. Getting into a fight that he couldn't win was a big dream of his. A wish to feel pain and to bleed out because so far he only knew complete numbness and no real hurt. Right, he should save dying for that moment, so it was a good thing he was rolling away from the thunderpath with the kittypet he pushed out of the way.
Once Duskpepper was able get to his paws, he swung his head to see the she-cat frantically lapping at her pelt. He peered in, closer to invading her personal space and saw tears in her eyes. He shuddered and stepped away from her bubble. Sadness–it was an abhorrid emotion. One he learned to bury a long time ago and he had a hard time seeing it in others. Though it could just as well have been frustrated crying. All he could do was return his plastered grin on his face and pretend he knew what he was doing as far as consoling went.
Duskpepper reached over to bat a leaf off of her flanks if she would allow him before circling around her crestfallen form that continued to furiously lick the dirt off of her fur in distaste. "HmmMMmMm? You're a long way home from your warm and comfy twoleg nest," he meowed, safely assuming her origins and knowing it was correct guess. "And you haven't the slightest clue for what you're going to do now. Nya ha ha~" Definitely wasn't starting consoling off on the right paw here.
It was not his responsibility to make sure she found shelter or to make sure she was well-fed, but Duskpepper knew she wouldn't last her first night out here alone. Would he walk away and return to camp knowing that or would he try to settle her into the woods? She didn't look very fond of him or like she would admit needing help. That kind of harsh exterior was hard to break through, but usually he managed to get cats to calm down or he would only irritate them and make matters worse.
"Well kittypet, what's your name? Where are you from?" he started, hopefully the panic would take longer to set in if he got her to keep thinking about what makes her feel most comfortable. Duskpepper stopped pacing around her when he asked those questions, but gestured towards some foliage so that they may talk and figure out a plan in a less open and dangerous area, though ultimately he didn't mind. Perhaps even preferred the crispy air, sense of danger and loud growls of monsters passing by occasionally to the safety of plants.
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Hawkeye
I'm often busy w/school but I try to be on at least every other day.
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Post by Hawkeye on Oct 18, 2017 18:34:01 GMT -5
(I agree on continuing ! late reply but I figured I'd still give my input haha)
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Post by xfogpathx on Oct 20, 2017 20:02:13 GMT -5
((So Im thinkin after Fallentide talks to Mousepath, he can maybe take Pikepaw, Wrenpaw, and Brinewhisker to train? Slyfoot might take out a patrol to the border too. Also, if anyone else wants to hop in to that let me know.)) Fallentide watched the patrol go their separate ways before letting out a deep sigh. Evidence of outsiders and MoorClan as well, if he was to go by what his trusted warrior had reported. He would really have to double down on security in the coming moons. They couldn't afford to lose prey with the cold season right on his tail. He needed to plan with his deputy.
The gray tom made his way down the cliffs from the Tunnel entrance and went to the fresh-kill pile, pawing out a fresh fish to share with Mousepath. With his prize acquired, the leader began to search the camp for his deputy.
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Slyfoot stretched lazily from where he was sprawled out on the edge of a cliff. He let his gaze scan the cam fro the high vantage point and couldn't help smiling when he saw his son return from a patrol and make his way to the fresh-kill pile. He was growing so fast. Speaking of patrols, however, the senior warrior knew he had a border patrol to lead. Had to make sure MoorClan knew their place, after all. He really hoped everyone would remember the patrol was supposed to happen soon because he didn't want to go around gathering up scatter-brained cats. The sun was going to set soon and he wanted to go there and get back before it was completely dark. He stretched one last time one last time before going down to the edge of the water to wait for Gobyswim, Whaleheart, and Riversong.((Requesting: Hawkeye, sweetclover1, and ivythorn))
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Post by ivythorn on Oct 20, 2017 23:19:18 GMT -5
(I'm here! Three hours late and ready to go to bed, but here!)
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Hawkeye
I'm often busy w/school but I try to be on at least every other day.
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Post by Hawkeye on Oct 21, 2017 18:35:10 GMT -5
(here as well, sorry for the delay)
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Post by xfogpathx on Oct 22, 2017 13:57:00 GMT -5
((Well scoot on over to Riversong and Slyfoot so we can leave lol.))
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