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Post by ivythorn on Oct 22, 2017 14:29:10 GMT -5
Gobyswim made her way to the beach, looking for Citrinecoat. His broad form was not the siluette gazing at the setting sun however. Slyfoot was there, looking like he was waiting for someone. At that thought, Gobyswim finally remembered the patrol she was supposed to be on, and changed her lazy prowl into a run, sand shooting behind her paws as they dug into the ground. "Hello" she painted, skidding to a stop in front of the senior warrior. The skinny she cat was out of shape, despite her swimming, and no muscles rippled under her pelt. Hopefully he would think she had remembered the patrol, and wasn't here chasing ghosts
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Post by xfogpathx on Oct 22, 2017 14:35:48 GMT -5
Slyfoot looked away from Riversong, lazily paddling in the water as he watched Gobyswim dash towards them. He chuckled in amusement at the young cat but decided to let her lateness slide. This time. "Hello, Gobyswim. Nice of you to join us." Slyfoot mewed with a smirk and he nodded towards the water for her to join them. "Now we just need to wait for Whaleheart and then we can get this over with." A day spent avoiding Coralfox had tired him out.
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Post by ivythorn on Oct 22, 2017 14:40:41 GMT -5
"Tired?" Gobyswim asked, grooming her fur well they waited. Today had been quite and easy for her, but that could change with this patrol. Moorclan cats were always something you needed to look out for. The fact that Gobyswim would much rather go out on a hunting patrol was irevelent. Fighting was an important skill to have, nearly as important as swimming. Gobyswim thought back about Baylor, but pushed the small kit out of her mind. It wasn't like he was hers.
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Post by xfogpathx on Oct 22, 2017 14:54:09 GMT -5
"When you get to be my age, you're always tired." the tom joked, only half-serious. He was starting to get old and he knew that. He was amazed he made it this long, to be honest. The life of a ShoreClan cat was rough and he had never been the strongest cat but he had developed cunning and a keen sense of when to run. Maybe he wasn't the most heroic cat but heroes rarely lived to old age. He did worry about his son for that same reason. He got too much of Coralfox's ambitious spark."I saw you got a tongue lashing from Kelpwhisker today. Good luck dealing with that temper of hers." He watched that cat grew up and he knew how vindictive she could be when she held a grudge...and with her brother being the Tidecaller. Well, Gobyswim and Stormfeather would be lucky to be assigned to anything besides border patrol for the next season.
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Post by ivythorn on Oct 22, 2017 16:34:00 GMT -5
"I will need all the luck the world can give me." Gobyswim joked, moving her paws side to side nervously. She barely remembered what she had done, only that it had made the she cat angry. Sharkkit definitely took after her mother. Gobyswim felt sorry for her future mentor. "You're lucky that you made it too your age." The she cat mewed, hoping slyfoot wouldn't take offence. "Some cats don't"
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Post by ѕωєєтвєє on Oct 23, 2017 15:19:33 GMT -5
(starters "")
Peachpaw sat by the Shallows, surrounded by her own usual quietude. Her blue orbs were locked upon a little minnow, swimming about, so very oblivious to her potentially dangerous presence. She brought her beige colored paw up, and swiftly brought it down on the tiny fish. She left her claws sheathed, however. She neared her nose close to the aquatic critter, studying it closely. It flapped about under her pad, but Peachpaw was still able to see it's shiny green-brown scales, and the black stripe down it's side. A fascinating little thing it was. To her, everything was fascinating.
Minkpaw yawned as he stretched out his body, basking in the daylight. It was a tad cloudy, but it would have to do to warm his thin coat. The calming white noise of gentle waves greatly tempted him to sleep. Just before his emerald eyes could close, his body contracted in a loud sneeze. Lapping at his dripping nose in annoyance, he hoped he wasn't getting ill.
Doveflight gazed upon the fresh-kill pile, immediately noting that it was looking a little empty. Her muscles felt tight, aching to move and stretch. Maybe she'd ask someone to go hunting or fishing with her... Maybe catch an especially fat sandpiper, or a plump squirrel. Her mind was swarmped with fantasies of rotund creatures flooding the fresh-kill pile. With the season of leaf-bare approaching, they would definetly need some fat prey to fill their food supply.
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Post by xfogpathx on Oct 25, 2017 18:33:26 GMT -5
((Adding you and Milk Tea now. Sorry for the delay, midterms.))
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Post by xfogpathx on Oct 25, 2017 19:06:20 GMT -5
((Posts 5 and 7 updated. Please make sure to check them to see if anything has changed with your characters.))
((Also, Im thinking of a plot that may involve death. I was thinking the fairest way to see who dies would be to randomize it. Thoughts?))
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Post by xfogpathx on Oct 25, 2017 19:24:25 GMT -5
"Indeed I am..." the senior warrior drawled thoughtfully. He took a quick glance around camp before letting out an annoyed huff. He was too old to wait for young cats who don't remember patrols. He was leaving without Whaleheart. He'd have the young cat make it up tomorrow. "Well, come on then. We're losing sunlight waiting!" he told Riversong and Gobyswim before diving under the water and make a quick exit through the underwater tunnel. There was something so exciting about being under the water that MoorClan cats would just never understand.
Emerging from the other side, he took a deep breath before starting to paddle toward the beach. It seemed like the two-legs had already cleared out, the setting sun signalling that it was time for them to leave. As he set foot in the shallow waters, paws sinking into the wet sand, he finally turned to watch the patrol follow after him.
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"Either kill it or let it go." a voice said suddenly from over Peachpaw's shoulder. "Warriors don't play with their food." Crabpaw watcher with amused eyes as he carefully licked a paw and drew it over his ear. He had been watching her for the past few minutes as he rested up from his border patrol a short while ago. At first, he had been annoyed by the seemingly harmless action but that faded away into amusement towards the younger apprentice. "Wouldn't want your mentor to see you doing that. Or worse, the Tidecaller." he whispered, tilting his head towards Fallentide who was finishing up a meal a couple of fox-lengths away from them.
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After searching for his Wavecatcher to no avail, Fallentide had grumpily sat down to eat alone. He would just have to tell Mousepath the news about the border later. Still, there was no reason for him to sit around waiting like an expecting queen. Maybe he could take out some fo the apprentices for sparring. There were certainly enough of them lazing around. He made a note to talk to the mentors about increasing training seasons before scraping sand over the scraps of his meal. He took a glance around the camp for who he should take with him and spotted Brinewhisker. If he was taking Peachpaw, he should probably take her mentor as well. Might as well grab Minkpaw, Otterpaw, and Crabpaw while he was at it. First thought, Brinewhisker. He made his way towards the she-cat with a small smile on his face. "Brinewhisker, are you busy? I want to take some of the apprentices out and I was hoping you would help me."
((Requesting: ivythorn , 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 , ѕωєєтвєє , and sweetclover1 ))
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Post by 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 on Oct 25, 2017 20:03:46 GMT -5
(I think that randomizing the deaths would be the fairest!)
Riversong slipped underneath the watery surface, pushing himself downwards and swimming through the entrance. As he emerged on the other side, he slipped out of the water, his sleek pelt repelling the water from weighing him down. Following the older warrior, he gave his pelt a light shake. ”Which way are we heading first?” He asked as he fell into step directly behind the other tom.
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Bisexual
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 25, 2017 23:51:14 GMT -5
(sorry for recent inactivity, been really busy. hopefully what I'm about to do is okay haha)
Whaleheart bounded across camp and into the water, paddling expertly through the tunnel after the vanishing tails of his Clanmates. He mentally kicked himself for forgetting his assigned patrol, hoping Slyfoot wouldn't be too angry with him. He'd overslept and woken up just as the rest of the patrol was leaving camp. As he surfaced on the other side, the warrior gasped for air before splashing onto the shore. "I'm really sorry," he spluttered as he approached the other cats, his pelt soaking.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Oct 26, 2017 13:43:45 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Hello people Im excited to rp. >> RP << Credit goes to Wildcard for the cloud
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Post by ѕωєєтвєє on Oct 26, 2017 15:16:05 GMT -5
Peachpaw flinched, the calm atomsphere around her suddenly disturbed. Her eyes followed behind her to find the ginger tom that was Crabpaw. Her white ears burned, her face cringing up with embarrassment. She felt her heart begin to pound, but... there was no reason for that. It was just a fellow apprentice, giving her an easy warning to keep her from further embarrassing herself in front of her mentor, or the Tidecaller. So, why did she feel so uneasy? Either kill it or let it go, he had said. After what felt like a millenia, she mumbled, "O-Oh," and let the little minnow go, watching it swim under the deep blue abyss, it's emerald scales shimmering against a faint sunlight. Turning back to Crabpaw, tail still swaying with shame, she gave a pathetic excuss of a conversation starter, "Are... Are you going out with your mentor today?"
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Oct 26, 2017 16:17:20 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Hey xfogpathx I noticed I mentor my own character otterpaw >> RP <<
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Asexual
sweetclover1
Hi loves, like my posts so I'll reply faster <3
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 26, 2017 17:59:37 GMT -5
(Aaaaaah sorry I've been meaning to respond!)
Mousepath had simply been out hunting, making himself useful whilst getting some much needed alone time as well. The small tom returned to the camp, not having wandered far but just far enough away for him to recharge. He loved his position, he really did, but sometimes he needed a few moments to be.. alone. But he was fine now, so he returned to camp, a fish in his jaws as he padded quietly into camp, not realizing that anyone had been looking for him during his escapade. He dropped the fish on the fresh kill pile, before settling down next to it to clean his wet fur, tail curled slightly as he watched the camp.
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Post by xfogpathx on Oct 29, 2017 12:39:56 GMT -5
((Oh shoot, really? Sorry I was going by age and personality. I'll fix it.))
Slyfoot stared at the young warrior, dripping with seawater, his eyes stern for a moment before flicking his tail dismissively. "Don't let it happen again." he mewed simply before shaking out his pelt. "Let's follow the Thunderpath up and sweep down towards the Dock." He told Riversong before glancing at the youngest warrior. "Gobyswim, take the rear. Keep an eye out for anything suspicious. Fallentide is starting to get annoyed we haven't caught who has been sneaking around yet." The ginger tom shook the last of his water out of his pelt before dashing forward and towards the Thunderpath.
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"I went out a border patrol a while ago but I wouldn't mind doing something with Mousepath." the ginger tom replied, mercifully choosing not to tease her further. He watched his mentor sit down to groom his fur and couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. Why had he not been put through a single Trial yet? Did Mousepath not think he was ready? His mother was nagging constantly and it was starting to put him on edge and doubt himself. Maybe he wasn't as great as he thought he was if his own mentor was hesitating. "And you? Were you assigned anything today?" he asked, trying to take his mind off of his troubling thoughts.
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As Fallentide waited for Brinewhisker's answer, he caught sight of Mousepath returning from what looked like hunting and instantly felt silly for being annoyed. Of course, his Wavecatcher was out hunting for the clan. He shook his head at himself and waved his tail for the Wavecatcher to come over. "Mousepath, over here!" he called and waited, stilling looking to Brinewhisker for her response.
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Post by xfogpathx on Oct 29, 2017 12:42:18 GMT -5
((I think you miss read lol. Otterpaw is mentored by Citrinecoat who is rped by Darknesque.))
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Post by 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 on Oct 30, 2017 21:21:21 GMT -5
"I'm getting annoyed we haven't caught the trespasser," Riversong replied, the tom scanning the area as they walked. The dark cat's paws barely made a sound as he followed after Slyfoot, his tufted ears perked up to hear even the faintest of steps. "Whoever has been sneaking around knows where to hide," he murmured, shaking his head in slight aggravation.
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Bisexual
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 31, 2017 0:46:59 GMT -5
Whaleheart let out a sigh of relief, mumbling a hasty "thank you" and giving his thick, soaked pelt a good shake, sending water flying in several directions. Waiting for the other members of the patrol to follow Slyfoot, the gray tom took up the rear quietly. He didn't want to cause any more commotion than he already had and walked leisurely behind the rest of the cats, keeping his eyes and ears alert for signs of the trespasser they were supposed to be looking for.
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Post by xfogpathx on Nov 2, 2017 11:43:02 GMT -5
((Do you guys want to catch someone or maybe fight some animals or something?))
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Post by 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 on Nov 3, 2017 14:50:08 GMT -5
(I think we should run into a trespasser!)
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 3, 2017 14:59:06 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Does anyone have any open cats, who wants to rp? >> RP <<
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Post by 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 on Nov 3, 2017 15:06:45 GMT -5
(I have Stormfeather Open!)
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 3, 2017 15:17:38 GMT -5
>> Ooc << can we rp Storm and Azure? >> RP <<
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Post by 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 on Nov 3, 2017 18:24:10 GMT -5
(Sure!)
Stormfeather stood a little away from the warriors den, still shaken up about Baylor. The slender she-cat has seen Slyfoot’s patrol disappear, adding to her concern. I hope they find whoever has been coming into our territory, she thought to herself as she stifled a yawn.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 3, 2017 18:25:25 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Im actually going to use silverfrost, i'll reply in a minute I have to finish up this math problem. >> RP <<
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Post by ѕωєєтвєє on Nov 3, 2017 18:33:37 GMT -5
( Sorry for inactivity in the last week... I've been overwhelmed with school and swim practices. I also have Minkpaw and Doveflight open! )
Peachpaw let her thundering heart return to it's calm pace, her blue eyes falling to the ground as her ears perked in attentive listening. As far as she knew, she hadn't been assigned to do anything today.. Had she? Oh, dear. She couldn't seem to remember. As she dug through the archives of her mind, she didn't remember anything Brinewhisker said to her earlier that day. "W-Well," Peachpaw began weakly, "we may go hunting or border patrol later... She didn't say anything to me today... But, I'm sure we're bound to to something." Her peach colored tail swished nervously, her claws kneading into the sand under her to soothe her unnecessary distress.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 3, 2017 18:55:31 GMT -5
>> Ooc << >> RP << Silverfrost padded out of the warriors den from a small nap, he yawned not noticing Stormfeather almost standing right next to him. He jump a tiny bit, "Oh hello Stormfeather I didn't see you there." He mewed a bit frazzled.
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Post by 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 on Nov 3, 2017 19:23:53 GMT -5
Stormfeather’s ears perked up as she heard her name, and she turned around to face the silver tom. “Oh, hey Silverfrost!” She responded, trying to remain cheerful. “Just wake up?” She teased lightly, tilting her head in curiosity.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 3, 2017 19:40:16 GMT -5
>> Ooc << >> RP << "You could say that." He mewed quietly, avoiding eye contact with the she cat. He looked at anything but the she cat, his heart was pounding in his chest. He wondered if the she cat could hear it, he noticed every cat was on edge and some cats were snorting at the news of a trespasser. He wasn't that worried about the trespasser, I could defiantly help out if there is a fight! He thought confidently, flicking his tail.
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