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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 27, 2017 9:16:57 GMT -5
((Hai!))
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Oct 27, 2017 9:17:30 GMT -5
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Hi Tom!
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 27, 2017 9:19:25 GMT -5
((I'm making roleplay profiles, then I'll post starters for my inactive cats!))
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Oct 27, 2017 9:20:05 GMT -5
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Good idea! I might do that later today as well.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 27, 2017 9:28:00 GMT -5
Blizzardclaw padded back into camp and dropped the mouse he'd caught into the fresh-kill pile. His piercing green eyes glanced around, looking for someone. He then padded toward his daughter, eyes sparkling with amusement. "Wavepaw, where's your mentor? Do you have permission from him to be relaxing?" he asked.
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 27, 2017 9:30:02 GMT -5
"Of course I do, Blizzardclaw. He went to gather herbs with Featherpool just now." Wavepaw mewed. Her blue eyes looked up into her father's green ones innocently.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Oct 27, 2017 11:53:04 GMT -5
( Uhm Hello! Would it be possible at all for me to claim some kitties...? I saw you posting about a few new ones you haven't added yet... I like the looks of Silverstorm and Crowspot. They seem beautiful and I'd love to play siblings, once they're available. Until then I did want to ask if Iceswirl and Beetlewhisker were still available for snatching up? I'd love to be their actress.  PW : ocean gibbous! Thank you in advance. Please let me know! )
[Also, goodmorning guys! I dont have school today, so i'm going to get in my replies, and then work on some roleplay profiles. c: ] |
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Post by Onyx on Oct 27, 2017 12:19:32 GMT -5
( I'm sorry I'm new to RP profiles and don't know how to test them other than posting on a page.
This is what I have planned for Iceswirl?
Does this image look correct for her? )
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Oct 27, 2017 12:28:54 GMT -5
[ yep c: She's a flamepoint so it works for her. ]
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Oct 27, 2017 13:00:32 GMT -5
For a moment or two Featherpool thought about looking for her mate or maybe even her two kits. She had deduced earlier that Blizzardclaw would be too busy with his duties; he was a well-respected warrior and many looked up to him. Featherpool was proud of the white tom, she really was. But lately, ever since their kits had become apprentices, the tabby molly had spent less and less time with him. She hated to think about the distance, she really did. Had it been having kits that caused the gap? Surely not… Featherpool loved her two kittens and so did Blizzardclaw. How could that have pushed them apart? Or maybe Featherpool was just scared of losing Blizzardclaw after having been in the nursery for so many moons. She felt her throat tighten at the thought. Luckily for her, an all too familiar voice drew her out of these darkening thoughts; Featherpool brightened up instantly as her copper eyes landed on the handsome form of Marshclaw, OceanClan’s deputy.
Featherpool offered a warm smile to the tom. ”I’d be more than happy to tag along.” Gathering herbs would help the Clan quite a bit. The tabby wasn’t a medicine cat, but she was sure any herb could be useful. And for some odd reason she felt a strong push to be alone with the handsome tabby. He was quite charming, wasn’t he? Featherpool knew she had a mate as it was, but surely that didn’t make it against the rules to eye another tom now did it? Surely not - and what Blizzardclaw didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him…
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Angular ears perked up the moment paw steps could be heard.
Kestrelcall’s blue eyes snapped open from their half-lidded position as Puddleheart padded over to the fresh-kill pile. Slipping his tongue back into his jaws and lowering his leg from where he had been grooming it, the creamy tom looked as receptive to interaction as possible to the medicine cat. A thick purr soon vibrated against his throat as he mewed, ”Hello there, Puddleheart. Just came back from hunting. We’ve got a fresh from the fields rabbit right here,” he pointed with his long tail to the mammal he had brought down not too long ago, ”and a sparrow here. Oh, and fish! ...But fish isn’t that great,” he chuckled, eyes alight with the laughter that had slipped from his tongue.
After a moment the tom calmed down. He arched his back in a stretch as he got up. ”Anyway,” he meowed, ”help yourself. There’s plenty.”
Marshclaw felt quite delighted to have the pretty she-cat join him for a walk to gather herbs. He knew it didn't seem like a normal thing that he'd do, but it was happening. He just hoped his brother didn't over hear his excuse to take a walk with Featherpool, otherwise he'd have his tail in a knot, and his ears shredded off. But he didn't really care-- he never really spoke to Puddleheart anymore. It was't his fault. "Alright, I know theres a patch of herbs somewhere by the mountains." The tom mumbled, twitching his tail as he lead he she-cat out of camp and into the forest that protected them. He turned to look at Featherpool. "If your paws start to hurt, let me know and we'll head back to camp." He offered before bounding foreword. Marshclaw was a ladies cat-- he was polite, handsome and considerate, but no one really knew how ambitious he really was, and how much he wanted to have the power in his paws.
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I’m glad y’all like Lilykit because I’m really liking how she’s turning out.
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Breezepaw had been trying to get just a few minutes in before he had to get up and do something. But his plans for a nap had been erased as soon as Firepaw came in and rolling by him. Which had been enough for him to lift his head up, glancing up at the ceiling of their den and then back to Firepaw. “Er, it’s okay,” he started, falling quiet for a moment after that. Usually he liked to act a bit...cooler, around Firepaw, but he had been caught off guard...caught off guard napping too, he needed a moment to get back in the swing of things. “We definitely need to patch the den up though, either that or it needs to stop raining,” he joked with a sort of nervous purr.
The small built ginger tom stood and shook out his fur, looking at the top of the den. He frowned. It was leaking quite a bit since leaf-bare had cleared up. Maybe the harsh winds had caused the packed brambles to loosen. "Since we really cant get any sleep in soggy nests and a leaking den, did you maybe want to go search for somebramble thickets to patch up the holes? I'm sure the others will appreciate that greatly. Plus, our mentors haven't taken us out today. It could get us out of camp and doing something... Right?" The young tom asked, a hopeful glitter in his eyes. He was kind of shy around Breezepaw, but he managed, and didn't let it show.After a long, much needed nap, Alderberry’s amber eyes flickered open as her gaze immediately darted to her flank where she expected her kits to be sleeping peacefully. Though the fact her flank felt cold and empty, she knew three kittens were missing which wasn’t a positive sign for the queen. Feeling her eyes widen, she pulled herself upright before springing to her paws and checking the nursery out of desperation.
They were no where to be found. Where could have they gone?
She knew her kits were adventurous balls of fur, but the fact they disappeared in her sleep made her feel guilty. Maybe she should have waited to nap and had Rowanstorm keep an eye on them. Her late idea hadn’t been put into place and her mind wandered back to the fact of her kits missing. They couldn’t have gone far without someone noticing, right?
Hurrying out of the den, Alderberry’s paws sped across the sand smoothly despite her heart beating deafeningly in her tall ears. The feline’s eyes were set on the warrior’s den to find her mate until her small, delicate paws slipped underneath her and sent the dilute calico into the mud-filled clearing. Mud splashed across her dark muzzle and splattered her well-groomed pelt in seconds, leaving her covered in the disgusting muck. A scowl formed across the she-cat’s maw bitterly. She hadn’t even noticed how close her offspring were until she looked up, letting out an exasperated sigh.
”TOADKIT!” the queen screeched, amber eyes flaring. ”SWEETKIT! LILYKIT!”
There would be a scold waiting for them and Alderberry was sure they knew it. Toadkit --> Alderberry, Sweetkit, Lilykit { Sand , ➳ ʀᴏssᴄʜᴀɴ ♛ , Candy Corn } || OceanClan Main Camp
Toadkit froze when he heard Alderberry's tone. He knew that tone very well, regrettably. That was the signal for 'you're in big trouble'.
Of course, he tried to play it off. Trouble? Him? Never. That was a terrible accusation. After all, they were only just going outside to play, was that really so bad?
"Yes, mama?" The only thing in Toadkit's winning expression was innocence. Maybe, just maybe the three of them could get through this without too bad of a scolding?
Yeah, don't count on that, buddy boy. Mama looked angry. It'd probably help if you weren't covered from ears to toes in mud.
Little Sweetkit stopped her tussling with Toadkit, her fur matted and caked with mud, and her claws covered in filth and grim. Oh, was mama going to be mad at the two for rolling in the mud. She looked sheepishly up at the pretty tortoiseshell that had kitted them. "Yes mama?" The small molly mewed, feeling all the more embarrassed now that her mother was standing over the three. How would she get her siblings out of this? By taking the blame, of course! "Mama, please don't be mad at Toadkit and Lilykit. It was my idea to play in the mud. I forced Lilykit to join us, and pushed Toadkit in the mud. Mama, I'm so sorry." Sweetkit mewed, looking up at Alderberry with round green-blue eyes. Their mother seemed to be more angry than their father ever would've been, but then again, Rowanstorm was busy with helping Marshclaw and other select warriors fixing up the camp after the tough leaf-bare they faced.
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Oct 27, 2017 13:27:36 GMT -5
new kitties were added.
robinfall & crowspot are mates
larkpool & silverstorm like each other
and i think thats all??
I think i might pair dovewing w/ pinetail
does anyone rp dovewing? I'm too lazy to look
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 27, 2017 13:31:01 GMT -5
Toadkit --> Alderberry, Sweetkit, Lilykit { Sand , -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 , 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 } || OceanClan Main Camp
Toadkit, naturally, couldn't just keep his mouth shut and let his sister take the fall, so he protested this. "Naw, Mama, don't listen to her! I was the one who ran out splashing everything!" He promised, shaking his little, mud-coated head quickly. "It's just...we wanted to go outside and play, but you were nappin', and we figured we shouldn't wake you up!"
Now I see why you're scolding all three of them, Alderberry. Everyone was totally guilty. Except for Lilykit. Bless Diva-kit.
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Post by Onyx on Oct 27, 2017 13:31:25 GMT -5
( To be honest I'm sitting here with a blank head because I don't know where I could possibly jump in and type something up? Does anyone have anyone free? ^.^;; )
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 27, 2017 13:32:16 GMT -5
new kitties were added.
robinfall & crowspot are mates
larkpool & silverstorm like each other
and i think thats all??
I think i might pair dovewing w/ pinetail
does anyone rp dovewing? I'm too lazy to look [Linx does, lol.] |
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 27, 2017 13:32:50 GMT -5
((Blizzardclaw and Wavepaw are interactintg, but open!))
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Oct 27, 2017 13:35:28 GMT -5
I have Yarrowfur, Rowanstorm and Conchwing open :')
I'd suggest fire and beetle training but fire is currently hitting on breeze xD ]
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 27, 2017 13:39:39 GMT -5
[I'm getting really annoyed with the fact the forums aren't letting me post. >.> ]
[As I've been trying to say for like 10 minutes, I have Dewfoot and Spottedpaw open.]
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Oct 27, 2017 13:40:32 GMT -5
[ Oh damn.
I don't think I've had that problem. ]
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 27, 2017 13:42:13 GMT -5
[I've had it on every PB site I've been on. Both WCF and this site my friends and I made when the old WCF deleted our rp.]
[It happens every few posts or so where I'll type up a message and hit post and it either won't let me post, with the message "there needs to be a post", or it'll make a blank post.]
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Oct 27, 2017 13:43:47 GMT -5
[ Oh wow. Have you complained to PB? Maybe they'll figure out how to fix it? ]
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 27, 2017 13:50:38 GMT -5
[From what I know, it's just some stupid bug they never bother to fix. I've met like 10 other people who have the same problems with it.]
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Oct 27, 2017 13:52:08 GMT -5
[ I know id be extremely annoyed with it /: That's so dumb. ]
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Oct 27, 2017 13:54:27 GMT -5
test -- i also have a new picture for fire. aint he cute??
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Oct 27, 2017 13:54:50 GMT -5
test
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 27, 2017 14:00:52 GMT -5
[Oh my God they're so cute. Little babs.]
[And it's annoying, but I honestly can't be bothered to do more than throw endless posts at it until it lets me through.]
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Oct 27, 2017 14:15:25 GMT -5
[ Aren't theeeyyy. my faves tbh
and i bet. it's a stupid bug smh. ]
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Post by Onyx on Oct 27, 2017 14:37:42 GMT -5
With soft footfalls, the black and white siblings of Sandstar and Yarrowfur padded their way into camp. Tiny, delicate Silverstorm, with her head held high and green eyes sparkling in merriment while Crowspot seemed a little annoyed and put off. His tail was low while hers was high in achievement. A large, glimmering fish of silver scales hung from Silverstorm's mouth, and even though she would stumble occasionally with her catch, thanks to her petite stature, her mood did not divert from anything but triumph. Inside Crowspot's jaws however, hung a sad excuse of a fish. It did not glimmer in the sun. It did not slow him down. His mouth was not full and he was obviously upset with his catch. They were returning from a hunting trip from down where the mouth of the river met the ocean.
Silverstorm pranced her way to the prey pile and set down her fish, before throwing a gloating look over her shoulder at her littermate. "Just because I am a small she-cat does not mean I can't beat you at fishing any day of the week, Crowspot." She flicked her ear and then grinned widely, eyes closing while her teeth shone brightly, "It's the one talent I can actually say I have over you big, burly monsters!"
The form of the soft, fluffy, flame-pointed, cream she-cat settled down in a nice dry spot away from the stream and puddles strewn about the camp. Her cerulean eyes skimming around the camp and observing who she could. Noting the holes and patches missing in the certain dens, she flicked her tail and hummed. Everyone seemed to be bustling about with their own business, but maybe Iceswirl could snag a cat or two to accompany her to get a few twigs, branches, and leaves to repair the holes. No one liked a mushy nest, she mused to herself, while scrunching up her nose at the thought. Mushy nest, mushy ground, mushy mud.
Her eyes then flicked to the little mud coated kits, Toadkit, Sweetkit, and Lilykit, who were being called upon by their mother, Alderberry. A soft, knowing smile graced her face as she watched the exchange. The kits were absolutely filthy and their mother enraged by how they had gone missing. With a sigh, Iceswirl felt a tug in her chest. She wished her kits were that small again. To have them nestled at her belly or being absolutely mischievous and causing her grief and worry over small things once more.
Grief and worry would be over lost battles now. Over training. Over hunting. Over how rapid the river was. How dangerous the sea waves. She was proud of them, of course, but she was also afraid to lose them to their warrior duties. Another sigh escaped her. She knew they had to grow and choose their own paths... but couldn't they have stayed little, a little longer?
Beetlewhisker paced in a corner of the camp. He had begun to leave a little dent in the sand as he padded back and forth. What should he do today with his apprentice? Should he bring another apprentice and mentor along? Should they train for hunting? Should they fix the dens? Should they clear out old prey so it wouldn't spoil into crowfood and possibly get one of the young kits sick? Should they get moss to dry up the dens where they could and replace bedding? What about combat training? Shaking his head, he hummed. Probably not combat training. The camp was more important. But what was best for camp? More prey? Fixed dens? New bedding? Herbs for the medicine cats in case someone got sick from being so wet in the muds? Could they do all of this today? Would that be pushing Firepaw too hard?
His head snapped up and he looked around for his flame colored apprentice. When his eyes didn't scan over his apprentice, he got even more antsy. Had Firepaw gone off to do something on his own? Was he still resting? Had he gotten sick or harmed and Beetlewhisker hadn't even thought to check on him because he was so wrapped up in his own thoughts? Scattering a bit before catching himself on the loose sand, he plucked his way over to the medicine cat den to check for his apprentice.
> I didn't know who to grab because a lot of people have a lot of characters open so I just threw out some starters and ambient stuff for my babs.
Let me know what you think?
I tried to give them all a little flaw.
The siblings are competitive, Ice is a bit over protective and sad and doesn't enjoy to get too muddy, and Beetle means well but because he's so ambitious and generous he tends to over think and over do when it comes to taking care of others to the point where he becomes a little scatterbrained trying to do it all. <
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Post by Armageddidn't on Oct 27, 2017 14:45:18 GMT -5
Sandstar purred at the silver she-cat behind her and glanced back. "You are very skilled in that art indeed, Silverstorm." she mewed. Her green eyes sparkled with amusement.
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Post by Onyx on Oct 27, 2017 14:58:46 GMT -5
Silverstorm turned to her sister and leader. She flicked her tail a bit before pointing it to their brother. "He honestly believed he could beat me in a fishing competition today. He's never won before but he was adamant he would win today!"
Crowspot just grumbled to himself and tilted his head back and forth as if mimicking his sisters in a mocking manner. A serious pout attached to his mouth as he dropped the small catch. Once he dropped it, he sat down with his side facing his sisters, a huff escaping his nose while his ear was flicked towards them. Pouting as he was, Sandstar was still his leader, and he still loved both sisters and was interested in the conversation.
A soft purr of amusement escaped her like a laugh before she flashed another winning smile to her sister. "Grumpy whiskers, ain't he, Sandstar?" Shaking her head, her face turned a bit more serious, but she was still smiling. "I trust your day has been going well? Or as well as it can with it being so gloomy today. Anything interesting happen while we were out?"
> He's just a sore loser. I'm not gonna make him a 24/7 grump jsyk haha
Especially when it comes to losing to his sisters when he is the only tom sibling. He's gotta keep up an image y'know? Haha. <
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Post by -` gumi ´- .✫ 🐾 on Oct 27, 2017 15:00:40 GMT -5
aWE I ALREADY LOVE SILVER AND CROW SM
i love them all in general actually omg
i'm excited to have fire and beetle train when they can--
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DM me if u want
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