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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 5, 2017 12:54:33 GMT -5
(for the most part it does, except [frustratingly] links don't format like they do in posts now. They still take on the default font.)
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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 5, 2017 12:58:21 GMT -5
(haha yeah. Overall I prefer Proboards nowadays, but Hoop.la did have some definite superiorities. Like, ya know, the ability to actually edit your messages -_-')
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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 5, 2017 13:01:49 GMT -5
Sheephorn wanted to argue, but he didn't have anything left to say, so instead he merely dipped his head obediently at Jumpstar's order. He couldn't help but twitch his whiskers at Jumpstar's sudden change of tone, however, and was pleased as the tom got to his paws and made his way out of the den. Even if he accepted that he would likely not die soon, Sheephorn would much rather see Jumpstar walk his last moons with his head held high, rather than lying defeated in his nest. Getting to his own paws, Sheephorn followed Jumpstar and Redpatch out of the den, blinking in the bright sunlight outside as his eyes adjusted. Then he glanced around the camp for Swiftpaw. (this one's really short rip.
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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 5, 2017 13:10:40 GMT -5
(yeah, sure! And after Redpatch talks to Dryleaf, they could probably clear out the crowfood and then go hunting or something.)
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tenny
please talk me into doing homework
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Post by tenny on Oct 6, 2017 15:48:09 GMT -5
Redpatch trotted towards Dryleaf suddenly finding a pep in his step, after seeing Jumpstar so invigorated. "Hey Dryleaf." Redpatch meows, waving his tail in greeting. "I um... I talked with Jumpstar..." He said softly, inspecting his paw, purposefully avoiding eye contact. After a soft exhale, the tom picked his head up and continued. "I'm sure you can guess how well that went, I can fill you in a little more on his plan if you don't already know about it." The toroiseshell warrior said. "Anywho, Sheephorn noticed some of the fresh kill is rotting and Jumpstar told me to tell you, that he wants you to tell some of the apprentices to clean it up and then send out some hunting patrols. Sheephorn and Swiftpaw already went hunting." Redpatch inhaled loudly, catching his breath. "Wow that was a mouthful." He added.
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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 6, 2017 17:27:17 GMT -5
(I can't reply at the moment but I will do so as soon as possible. It'll probably be a couple hours.)
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Post by whispering on Oct 7, 2017 19:01:34 GMT -5
[ Hey everyone <3.
I'm sorry for my abscence here on this thread, I thought I would have the time on my hands for roleplay, but I guess not. And I'm sorry to inform you that I'd wish to drop this roleplay. I'm very sorry, but I don't think I have the time or muse for this anymore :S. Hopefully all goes well here in future! ]
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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 8, 2017 15:00:56 GMT -5
Dryleaf was chatting with Sandwhisker and Sunfang in the shade, discussing patrols for later on in the day, and that night, when Redpatch approached. Dryleaf could see from his expression that his chat with Jumpstar hadn't yielded results he would have hoped for, and it seemed the others recognized the matriarch's change in demeanor. Sandwhisker frowned, getting to her paws and flicking her brother on the ear.
"Let's go get a drink. It'll give Dryleaf and Redpatch a chance to talk," she murmured to him, and the golden-brown tom nodded in agreement, shaking dirt and sand from his pelt. He paused to touch his mother's shoulder affectionately with his nose, then followed Sandwhisker out of the shade and across camp. Dryleaf, now alone, turned to Redpatch as he walked up.
"I saw," Dryleaf replied to his first statement, dipping her head in greeting. At the mention of the 'plan,' Dryleaf shook her head. "I know the generals of it... I assure you I argued as well." She sighed. "As for the details.... I'll trust that you three can handle it." She listened to the rest of what he had to say, welcoming the change in subject from the rather... morbid discussion of Jumpstar's inevitable demise, twitching her whiskers at his last comment. "Yes, I'll have it taken care of. We can have Claypaw clear out the old fresh-kill, and the older three hunt. It would be a good chance to teach Claypaw about the early signs of rotting," she meowed thoughtfully, "while the older apprentices really need to start building up their stamina. So I'll send them while it's still hot.... just not deadly so."
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