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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 13, 2017 3:16:21 GMT -5
Lichenpaw (Lichenheart) | 15 Moons | Windclan Medicine cat apprentice? | Straight A jet black she cat with medium-short tamed silky fur, she has a feather like tail with lynx like ears tips and a small lion's like mane; She has Bright Green eyes. She is Compassionate, Patient, and Sweet. Milk tea
Nightshade | 26 Moons | Shadowclan warrior | Straight A satin black tom with powder blue eyes, he has the same soft silky fur his sister has, with a feather like tail and lynx like ear tips, he also has a lion's like mane with a long lean body. He is quite, skeptical, and swift. screenname
Mistyheart | 30 Moons | Riverclan warrior | Straight A pale grey she cat with blueish green eyes, she has short soft fur with a small build. She is compassionate, friendly and sarcastic. Milk tea
Lilystem | 28 Moons | Riverclan warrior| Straight A Pure white she cat with long fluffy fur with pale green eyes, she has a large lion's like mane with lynx like ear tips and a fluffy tail. She is quite large, larger than most; her paws are the size of a apprentice's head. She is Caring, Loyal, blunt. Milk tea
Cat's that will not be joining but i don't want to delete there forms.
Sootcloud | 25 Moons | Shadowclan queen | Straight A dark umber tabby with ash grey stripes, She has short silky fur with a feather like tail. She has an angular face with short pointy ears, and long lean limbs with bright yellow eyes. Sootcloud is fierce, not afraid to speak her mind, and sweet. Milk tea
Leafkit (Leafspark)| 3 Moons | Shadowclan kit | Straight Jet black tom with medium - long silky tamed fur, he has bright green eyes. With a fluffy tail and short pointy ears. He is prideful, ambitious and energetic Milk tea
Plumkit (Plumblossom) | 3 Moons | Shadowclan kit | Straight A dark umber tabby with ashy grey stripes, she is an exact replica of her mother SootCloud but she has dark blue eyes. She is Energetic, Sarcastic and Friendly screenname
Silverkit (Silvermist) | 3 Moons | Shadowclan kit | Straight She is a pale grey she cat with white paws and chest along with pale blue eyes. She is sweet, kinda and timid screenname
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 13, 2017 9:07:09 GMT -5
The slender queen was a sorry sight to say the least, her fur clung to her body and showed signs of her hunger. Despite of the swell to her belly it was clear that she was suffering this leafbare, and this was only another thing to add to her list of concerns with a litter of kits due too soon for her liking. She had wanted to raise her first litter in the safety of her own home but it was now apparent she would be lucky to have a place to raise them. It was for this reason she was yet to reveal to her own clan the fact she was expecting kits, her slender frame aided her in keeping it a secret as it was difficult to notice. But she was all too aware of the fact that soon it would become impossible to hide, and that would only raise a variety of questions to which she had no answer.
Morningflight was careful only to steal glances of the tom from the corner of her vision, only a cat looking closely would notice the way she watched him. In an almost longing manner, but she hid it well. She missed him, and she loved him. Even if she knew in her heart she would never be able to be with him, his clan needed him, and hers would need her and the lives she carried to prosper. She was scared to raise her kits alone, but she was willing to do it if it turned out to be necessary. She knew better than to think that they ever stood a chance of staying together.
With a low sigh, the young queen nodded. Looking back to where the medicine cats, or what few of them remained, were working relentlessly to care for the multiple injuries and opened her lips to agree. When she winced outwardsly at a heavy kick she received to her ribs, stealing the wind from her lungs she coughed loudly for a second. Retching once again in an attempt to clear her lungs but to no avail. She sighed, frustrated. "Sick cats don't need more sick cats to make things more worrisome, I might go out hunting." She said with a sigh, tail lashing from side to side in obvious frustration. She regarded Yellowstar with a twitch of her long golden ears.
"Either of you wish to accompany me? Or is there some secret plot to kill off the rest of the clans and take over the forest for yourselves?" She toyed playfully, managing to put a smile on her face despite the pain. Her flank twitching with the movements of the kits inside. She parted her lips to say something further, doubting either of them would want to go hunting with a cat who wasn't clan when she spotted Whorlkit.
Her eyes narrowed a little at the sight, her maternal instincs beginning to set in before she had even given birth. She lowered her head quietly, looking to the shecat beside her. Forgetting who she was with. "Does he still have a mother?" She asked with caution, tilting her head to the side with a questioning glance. "My kits wont come for a while yet, but my milk's beginning to come in. I'm sure he'd appreciate a meal."
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 13, 2017 12:33:19 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Aɪʀ I just had surgery on my wrist so sorry if it takers me a little while to get those finished >> RP <<
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 13, 2017 12:39:39 GMT -5
(I hope your operation went well!)
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 13, 2017 13:44:53 GMT -5
((Sorry, I'm gonna do the best I can on mobile at the moment!))
The sudden presence of Morningflight caused Whorlkit to return in between Mossheart's paws, hunkering down with his tail tucked close to his body. He felt his stomach flop around in his gut and he let out a small hiss that was despite himself; he was stressed, aggravated and hungry, and also slightly upset at the mention of his past mother. His behavior didn't last long as felt a small thump from Mossheart's paw.
The thump wasn't mean spirited or even rough, but was a mild push that distracted him from growling further. He heard the warrior's stern voice and he lifted his head with wide eyes that gave away his fear; he saw Mossheart's green gaze pierce his curly pelt and he felt meek and sheepish with its intensity. “Do not hiss at others; I know you're scared, but she's not going to hurt you,” she reprimanded him stiffly. Her firm words made the young Whorlkit’s heart ache, as he hasn't meant to be mean spirited to the new cat. He felt his throat nervously close up and he kept his head low.
“I'm very sorry about Whorlkit here, he's… he's had a very rough couple of days,” Mossheart said with a touch of sadness. She remained in place, which he was thankful for, and continued to speak. “A meal would do him wonders; he hasn't really shown how keen he is in solid food yet…” His ears perked up at the mention of food and his stomach rumbled in agreement.
The grey tabby she cat continued, “His mother was lost in the fire and he's been with me ever since.” He felt a nudge at his hind quarters and realized that Mossheart was pushing him out of his safe refuge. He squeaked in protest, his tiny claws trying to gab the scrubby grass under his paws. The warrior looked gently at him and asked, “This queen only wants to feed you; she won't hurt you or me. You're hungry aren't you?”
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Mossheart wondered lightly if this queen nursing early would negatively affect her future milk production for her own kits; she kept any doubts about the situation to herself, however, as she was almost selfishly concerned with Whorlkit’s survival. A queen was kindly offering her surplus milk to a kit in need and she was not about to decline. She did, however, wait for the young tom to accept the queen’s offer.
He somewhat refused to meet her gaze, but he did murmur a small “O-okay.” The Windclan warrior frowned and hoped that she hadn't been too rough on the young kit when reprimanding him. He seemed less nervous now though.
Lightly, Mossheart turned to the Riverclan cat and gave her a relieved look. The fresh kill pile would be one piece bigger with Whorlkit being fed. She turned her focus to the Queen and breathed words of gratitude, “Thanks; you have no idea what this means to us.”
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 13, 2017 13:52:14 GMT -5
(I changed the post but it doesn't matter, i'd quite like to rp. and Morningflight is a shadowclan queen)
The young queen looked panicked by the reaction of the little tom, and it became apparent how new to being around kits the expectant mother was. She hadn't meant to scare the little kit, and eyes widened at the hiss. If I cant even look after one hungry kit, how will I care for an entire litter of my own, she couldn't help but think with a certain level of panic. But she wasn't about to give up that easily.
Morningflight's eyes softened immensely, a look of fondness lighting her gaze even for the kit of another clan, she lowered herself to the ground. So her muzzle was inches from the ground, though she got no closer to the little kit as she could see how uncomfortable he was. "It's ok little one, I know what you must be going through. I lost my mother too in the fire," she said. The pain apparent in her voice, eyes sparkling with tears for the brief moment before she blinked them away. She had lost so much, and now she wasn't even sure if the kits she carried would survive.
Blinking away her own grief and tears, she looked down at the tiny kit with small smile. "I'm sure you're hungry," she said firmly. A little uncertain on how to act, as this would be the first kit to feed at her belly, and it felt weird knowing it wouldn't be her own. Not that she could bring herself to begrudge a kit a meal, there were very few queens left alive.
She settled down on her side, letting the little kit make the first move. Doing nothing to touch him until he decided to trust her. "I would never let a kit go hungry if I could do something to help," she replied with clear embarrassment.
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 13, 2017 14:29:26 GMT -5
(Oh jeez, I'm sorry! I hadn't even noticed until now. I might be a touch spotty with replies, though. The Riverclan cat was Lilypaw, by the way! She was with them too; I should be clearer about that. P: )
Whorlkit's ears lifted in an inquisitive, yet positive manor when the Queen mentioned her own mother. He rasped out a shy question. "But... I thought you were a mother," he asked, a little shocked that this strange cat had a mother too. He didn't hear it, but Mossheart uttered a stifled chuckle at the kit's innocence.
He felt a small touch from Mossheart's thin tail, egging him on to approach Morningflight, and he tentatively did so while feeling his belly growl again. He was nervous as he made it to the queen's bell; would it be exactly like nursing from his own mother? He nosed his way into her soft fur and found that it was very much the same.
His body flushed with warmth as he felt his stomach fill and the milk somewhat soothed his smoke scarred throat. With his adult teeth coming in and claws fully formed, it likely wasn't the greatest feeling for the new queen, but Whorlkit enjoyed it just the same.
The small grey and white kit suddenly spluttered as he coughed and wheezed, pulling away from the Shadowclan queen in an attempt to catch his breath. While he had been drinking quickly, it was not the reason to his debilitating coughs: it was the same condition that had plagued him since the fire -- Mossheart called it 'smoke inhalation', or something. Either way, the small kit knew that he was tired of having it as he gasped a couple times in an attempt to beat the light headedness that would set in. It subsided, leaving the kit panting lightly.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 13, 2017 14:35:36 GMT -5
Relaxing noticeably when the kit warmed to her a little, she shifted slightly at his touch. Getting used to the sensation of a kit nursing at her belly, it was surprisingly pleasant. She rested her head against her paws, watching him in silence. A few of her own coughs racked her small frame, as she fought to bring air to her ruined lungs. She cringed a little at the pain from his tiny fangs and claws but said nothing, happy to let the little tom to get his fill. It didn't cross her mind that using her milk now might be detrimental to her own litter, she was too busy concentrating on Whorlkit.
As he drank, her own kits began squirming inside her belly and kicking gently against her flank. The queen wondered if even the little kit would be able to feel this and chuckled, it was a sensation that no one else had shared with her before. It amused her. When he wretched, Morningflight nervously looked down. Panicked for a split second that he might carry greencough, but she shrugged it off. Guessing that he was suffering from the same difficulties as she and the rest of her clan. She winced, realising exactly how badly the fire had impacted on the clans, and it had affected every one of them one way or another.
Cautiously at first, the young queen leant forward and rasped her tongue across the little kit's back. Using the rhythm to help him breathe a little easier, it was more logic than training. She knew he might not be receptive to her gentle touch, but she wasn't too bothered if it meant he could breathe. Morningflight tucked her nose gently against the little tom's fury side and tucked him closer to the curve of her belly. "Easy little one," she spoke gently with clear nervousness.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 13, 2017 15:50:33 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Thank you littleflower, it did go well. >> RP <<
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Pansexual
Aɪʀ
i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 13, 2017 17:39:22 GMT -5
» Hey! I'm gonna post my responses in juuuust a moment. My attention is heavily divided right now aaaah ;; Also welcome, ♡ Bun ♡ ! Dunno if you recognize me or not but heeeeyy! So, I have a few nitpicks about your joining forms so far. To begin, Dagegen has already claimed the RiverClan medicine cat. I haven't updated the page yet but I will being doing that soon. I'm sorry ;; Another thing is, you're breaching the character limit, which is 4. You also have a ShadowClan queen, which I'm iffy about accepting for a third time. Do you guys think I should get rid of the character limit? I did it originally to give everyone a chance at snagging good characters and roles in the plot, but what does everyone think? Yay or nay? «
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 13, 2017 17:49:09 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Oh I must missed it when I was reading everything... So then can Monarchwing be the Windclan deputy? Or could I have the windclan med cat apprentice? I want to have forbidden romance. I can change Sootcloud to riverclan queen.
But i think you should get rid of the character limit, or maybe make it higher than 4 depends on how many cats you want in the rp or not. i'm fine getting rid a few of my characters.
also No i don't recognize you.. did you have a different username or something? I mean I recognize you a tiny bit by your tiny template but not much
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 13, 2017 17:55:32 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Im going to wait until you decide what you want to do with the character limit before I get rid of any cats and what not. >> RP <<
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 13, 2017 18:03:18 GMT -5
>> Ooc << wait a minute I do remember you! I had to re-jog my memory... sad fully Roseclan died after you took your leave. I would love t restart it again and def add more things in.. i think the reason why it wasn't working out because i wasn't looking at Roseclan with a fun Warrior Book look (Like small plots and drama wise)
Although I have a new clan and soon i will have Three new clans I also have a jump in rp. Plumclan blahclan - border clan to Plumclan Mossclan and Algaeclan you are welcome to join any one of them if you have time. >> RP <<
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 13, 2017 21:39:31 GMT -5
» Yeah! It sucks that Roseclan died out. If you do decide to reboot it, I'd love to join again. And I think I'm going to keep the character limit at 4 for now, at least until I hear some other opinions. You can have either the Windclan deputy or the Windclan medicine cat apprentice, but not both.~ You can choose which one you want tho. «
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 13, 2017 21:45:13 GMT -5
(I think the character limit is fair to be honest with this kind of rp it makes sense. want to rp?) [/sub]
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 13, 2017 21:49:48 GMT -5
>> Ooc << I'll go with the windclan med cat apprentice, if it's okay with you Air if I have a forbidden romance. I mean im not too sure where the rp is going? >> RP <<
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 13, 2017 21:53:59 GMT -5
>> Ooc << If I am accept I am so down to rp. >> RP <<
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Aɪʀ
i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 13, 2017 22:51:50 GMT -5
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Yellowstar nodded in agreement with Beesplash's suggestion. Watching the medicine cats struggle to tend to so many injured cats was a sad sight. They needed all the help they could get, and the job would be a lot safer than hunting on a sick, empty stomach. "Beesplash is right," he meowed, happy to approve of her idea. "Flurryfoot's been pulling out her own fur. She would very much appreciate the assistance."
He glanced down at Beesplash silently as if to say we'll talk more later before rising to his paws and shaking out his thick golden pelt. He would of course need to consult with his deputy to work out the details of a new plan, but now didn't seem to be a good time. He scoffed at Morningflight's words and brushed them off with a simple flick of his bushy tail. "You'll scare off all the prey around the lake with that cough."
He then turned his attention to Beesplash as the ShadowClan warrior walked away. "Could you organize another hunting patrol? Try Reedsplash and Mistyheart. Maybe get someone from WindClan to help," he added. RiverClan cats were expert fishers, there was no lie about that. But hunting on land would require the delicate paws of a fast runner. "I'll speak with you once you've eaten. And I mean that," he meowed firmly. Most food went straight to the injured cats and the queens and kits. As prideful as he perceived Beesplash to be, he knew the noble warrior would turn down meals if it meant feeding the affected.
He fixed her a firm glance before turning away to do another sweep of the area with his eyes. He couldn't stop himself from watching Morningflight, who to his shock was nursing a WindClan kit. The fur on his shoulders rose and his tail spiked to twice its size as the massive tom bristled in alarm. Why was she nursing a kit? How could she nurse a kit? His expression blanked out as he stared at the scene, too stupefied to do anything.
Lilypaw blushed wildly, embarrassed by Mossheart's fine warrior comment. She scuffed the ground with her paw and glanced away bashfully. "Thank you," she mewed. One day! I will be a fine warrior. She relaxed a little as Whorlkit began to nurse, the scene before her making her feel warm. It was nice to see some cat happy among so many devastated souls. She smiled at Mossheart and dipped her head, leaving briefly to search the fresh-kill pile like she promised.
The pile was scarce - two scrawny fish and a stale mouse. The hunting patrols must not have returned yet, she noted. She picked at the fresh-kill with her paw, trying to decide which piece would be the best for the WindClan warrior. Yellowstar had specifically told her to eat as a reward for all her hard work at the gathering island, but she was more than willing to give up a snack in favor of feeding someone else. She was hungry, but that didn't mean she couldn't wait for the returning patrols like everyone else. She swished her tabby and white tail lightly through the dirt as she nipped one of the fish and scampered back to where the others were, wondering with delight if Mossheart had ever tried fish before.
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 13, 2017 22:52:50 GMT -5
» You're accepted! And forbidden romance is more than welcome. What's your idea? «
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 13, 2017 23:12:08 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Well since my Cat is an apprentice..soon about to get her medicine cat name when the fire came and she never became a medicine cat, in this angry and disappointment she finds an older tom, not too much older, and then she goes to him for comfort and they grow a really strong bond. >> RP <<
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Holiday craze. Replies wont be coming for a while sorry!
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Post by brambleflight on Nov 14, 2017 0:46:18 GMT -5
(Hey guys c: Um as far as the character limit goes in my opinion, I don’t really mind it. I usually tend to have a lot of characters but since this is about the last survivors, it makes sense to me. I guess you could increase it a bit rather than getting rid of it completely? cx Also decided to add some new cats! ) Ravensoar | 23 Moons | ShadowClan Warrior | Bisexual A sleek she-cat with especially powerful back legs. She has tuxedo blood which is evident in her fur. She has a mainly black pelt with white that starts on her cheeks and travels all the way down her belly. Though her legs are also mainly black, she does have white paws. She has vivid green eyes. She’s very formal and serious, often giving the impression of being cold or robotic. She’s also quite judgmental. However, she is quite caring and generally trustworthy. She does have a strange sense of humor... usually involving puns. brambleflight (I can switch her to WindClan if she’s not accepted as ShadowClan c: ) Bluefrost | 27 Moons | RiverClan Warrior | Bisexual A lean, medium-sized tom. He has dark grayish-blue fur with a white blaze down his nose and a white splashes on his belly, paws and tail tip. His eyes are a light amber. He’s very laid back and calm. It’s unusual for him to start any sort of fight or get angry due to his large amount of patience. He is sarcastic and rather snarky though, often offending others with harsh remarks. brambleflight Beesplash watched as Morningflight padded away. She was satisfied to see the queen settle for duties that would be in camp. For a moment, she had been worried that the other she-cat would insist on going out on a hunting patrol. She turned her gaze over to Yellowstar, quickly picking up that their previous discussion was on hold for now. She sighed, a little disappointed that their talk had been cut short but at least she would now have some time to think over his plan. “Of course.” She meowed as he mentioned organizing a hunting patrol. The calico already began to scan the clearing for the cats he had listed off, already thinking of who else could potentially join them. Maybe I should go out on the patrol myself... she thought for a moment. She was certain she was fit enough.
His next words almost fell of deaf ears but his firm tone quickly drew her attention back to him. A faint glimmer of annoyance sparked in yellow gaze as the leader insisted on her eating. To her, it felt like she was a kit being scolded and Beesplash wasn’t very fond of it. However, she knew there was some logic to his words. The past few days she had been eating very sparsely , if at all, due to the lack of prey as well as the need to feed the sick, queens and kits. Her sense of hunger was usually forgotten as she busied herself with work. She gave a small sigh and dipped her head in agreement with Yellowstar’s terms. “I will.. I will..” She assured the tom with a dismissive wave of her tail as she noticed him shoot yet another firm look before padding away.
The deputy shook her head to herself as she rose to her paws. She didn’t think too long about eating before her gaze set out to find cats for a hunting patrol. The camp was so crowded, it was slowly becoming difficult to tell who was fit for warrior duties and who wasn’t. Beesplash frowned to herself as she began to make her way towards the warrior den, hoping to find a couple able-bodied cats.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 14, 2017 5:30:47 GMT -5
As the kit fed, Morningflight shifted a little to try and find a comfortable spot. Unused to the sensation, she watched with perked ears. How small will my kits be? She wondered with concern, she was hungry enough, but now with a moon to go until her kits were born and little prey to be found. It wasn't what she considered great conditions to have her first litter under.
Pushing aside negative thoughts as best as she could, the queen rested her head on her paws and waited for the tom kit to fill his belly. A slight purr raising at the back of her throat as she felt her own kits begin to squirm and kick. They're willing to fight,she realized with a little grin, I'm just going to have to fight for them for a little while. Another cough ripped from her hoarse throat, making her wince at the sensation.
It was only then did she realize that there was a pair of eyes on her. A particular set which once upon a time had made her heart race just at the thought of her name. Lifting her head, she made eye contact with the Riverclan leader. Ears flattening slightly as she watched him, she didn't know what had gone through her head, but now there was little to do to hide it.
One way for him to find out that I'm expecting kits, Morningflight thought, very nearly amused had it not been for the feeling of terror now burning in her chest. Nursing a kit. She watched for his reaction with baited breath, the slender queen went tense from the tip of her tail to the point of her nose. At least its not his kit he's seeing, not yet at least.
Lifting her head enough to look the leader in the eye, she gestured with her long tail for him to come closer. Uncertain if he would even care, she watched with baited breath.
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 14, 2017 12:57:00 GMT -5
Mossheart breathed a sigh of relief as she noticed the tom kit warm up to Morningflight; he seemed to be unperturbed by the Shadowclan scent that emanated from her and was much more interested in the warm food that she offered. That was lucky enough, but she presumed that even Shadowclan smelled better than smoke and fire. The tabby did feel her breath hitch in her throat when he started coughing, but he seemed to recover effectively enough.
She then dipped her head in farewell to Lilypaw, still a little lost when it came to her name, but it was alright. She was kind and welcoming, a reassuring sight to behold in harsh times. She hoped that the The Riverclan apprentice, however, was quickly bounding back toward her with a meager fish in her jaws and Mossheart felt her stomach rumble. She had never eaten fish before, but heard stories of it's slimy texture that only really appealed to the cats who had no choice but to eat them. To feel her stomach rumble at something she always assumed to be a last-resort piece of kill told her quite a bit about the situation they were having. She felt her apprehension rise and thought nervously, "Oh, she'd better not give that to me; I told her that I didn't need anything! There are so many cats who could eat before me," knowing that if it was offered to her, she wouldn't be able to say no.
She smiled lightly at Lilypaw, however, and mewed a greeting upon her return.
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Once he recovered from his coughing, the white and gray kit went back to business; Whorlkit had begun to purr and kneed, trying to get a little more milk. He suddenly felt the movement in the queen's stomach and pulled himself away, curious to what was making his meal a little difficult. He had gotten his fill, he realized, and his curiosity was more pressing than the slight feeling of hunger.
Shaking his curly pelt out, he looked up at her and noticed that she was a little distracted by some more strange cats in the distance. He glanced that way too, seeing a large, older tom speaking to the others. The cats suddenly split from one another, moving on to do their own duties for the day. He was, however, uncaring of what the others were up to, and he gave Morningflight's foreleg a light prod and keenly asked in a strained voice, "Do.. do you have a bellyache? Your belly is moving!"
It was a little surprising how quickly Whorlkit had warmed up to the strange cat, but getting food could work wonders in soothing a small kit and earning their trust. He did find himself lightly wondering if there was anyone to play with anymore, or if he was alone with only these few cats to keep him company. He had yet to see any of his siblings and still held a small flame in his heart that they were still alive; in fact, he was not able to completely comprehend that his mother was even gone. He had asked Mossheart inquisitively yesterday if he could see them, but she always held the same sad look and would gently tell him no and that they were gone. He still didn't quite understand.
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Flurryfoot had waded through the river and emerged on the bank, shaking her paws free of some of the water. She still had the dock leaf locked firmly in her jaws as she saw the camp come into clarity; the medicine cat was unwavering about her destination -- the medicine den -- and strode forward with all the gumption she had left. She brushed past clanmates and cats displaced from the fire, not really passing anyone any looks. She barely heard the various coughs that some cats were bound to have, knowing that there wasn't much she could do about them at the moment. She had to get more honey, she noted, and was very happy that there was a large beehive contained within Riverclan territory, untouched by the fire. That could sooth some of the coughing fits that many were suffering from.
The dilute calico shook herself, trying not to think about all the herbs they were short on; this was a pathetic effort, as she knew that she was nearly out of cobwebs and that there were so many burns that had to be treated and redressed. This also meant that the various herbs that treated and prevented infections were in short supply as well, just by association. She strode past Yellowstar in her thoughts, not even bothering to give him a glance -- to be fair, she hadn't even realized that she passed him and was too busy letting out small mumbles through her clenched teeth of the things she had to gather together.
She wondered lightly if she could recruit anyone to gather things for her, but then realized that she might have to be there to supervise and assure that they were gathering the right thing. She grumbled, knowing that she couldn't assign anyone in the treatment of the injured cats without any measure of training either. Flurryfoot suddenly found herself wishing that all apprentices had received basic training in herbs, but couldn't really remain being upset about it; it was always easy to criticize the past in hindsight.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 14, 2017 13:14:08 GMT -5
Morningflight twitched her ears back, releasing the breath shecats hadn’t realised she was holding and let out a nervous chuckle. She leant down, taking the toms tiny paw and lifting it with utmost caution so it pressed against her swollen flank. There she left it for a moment, waiting until she felt the wriggling and kicking start once more when she grinned. “I have kits in my belly,”She explained with a warm smile. “Don’t worry I haven’t eaten them,” She quickly interjected before he could panic, as sweet as he was, he was naive and she didn’t want to scare him again. “Can you feel them kicking?”
As though to prove their mothers point, the tiny lives again took up their squirming around, it felt a little like they were trying to push their way out through her ribs, and was a little uncomfortable for the small queen. But the love in her expression was undeniable to anyone who looked at the shadowclan queen, despite her apparent hunger and exhaustion, coupled with her ragged appearance, she was excited.
“They have a little more growing to do yet, but soon they’ll be ready to come into the world.”
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 14, 2017 13:22:11 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Bramble I'll try to get a reply out to Beesplash about the patrol today, I might bust it out soon my wrist doesn't hurt much right now. >> RP <<
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 14, 2017 13:52:35 GMT -5
The tom kit willingly let the queen move his paw to touch her stomach again, and gave her a very shocked look. What? His ears were poised forward in complete fascination with the movement that rippled under his paw, and he quickly placed his other one there to feel more kicking. Whorlkit was very relieved to hear that Morningflight did not, in fact, eat the kits she mentioned were inside of her, but he had a whole other set of questions to rattle off, ones he couldn't quite word yet; how did they get in there, why were they growing there, what was life and where did it begin?!
Instead, the kit opted on a question that hit a little closer to home for him. "Did.. did I come from a belly?" he asked in a bewildered tone, feeling his jaw almost drop again at the sensation of kits moving. He did feel excited by this knowledge, and felt his curly pelt prickle in anticipation. "I can't wait until they're here! It's kind of lonely without other kits," he rasped excitedly. He let out a light series of coughs, having managed to get a little too excited, but quickly recovered and looked back at Mossheart to tell her the news. "Mossheart! There's more kits here!" He yowled, only to be met by another set of coughs.
Mossheart snickered at him, beyond happy that Whorlkit was finally being graced with some cheerful events, as opposed to the tragedy that had befallen them all. She felt a warm rush of relief flood her body, knowing that the kit needed this type of interaction. She was by no means an effective mother-figure, the gray tabby knew, and there was a correct way to tell a small kit about these sensitive topics; Morningflight seemed to have that down to a tee already and Mossheart took many mental notes for the future.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 14, 2017 14:01:49 GMT -5
Had it been possible, the young queen would have blushed a shade similar to the coat of a lobster, she pinned her ears slightly though not necessarily at the Kit, only in frustration. Her eyes wandered slightly, watching for the reactions of her clanmates, and for a split second her gaze landed on the river clan leader, but she quickly pulled her gaze away. She opened her lips to say something, only to be interrupted by a particularly heavy bought of coughs, enough to rack her entire body as she heaved with the effort of breathing.
Anyone could see the slender queen was suffering badly, and was beginning to show ribs through her fur.
“Well, I guess now the whole clan knows as well,” She rumbled with an uncomfortable chuckle. Washing her ear with a paw in an attempt to hide her embarrassment, “at least now I don’t need to tell him,” she added in a quiet voice, mostly to herself. Again her eyes flickering across the astonished looking Yellowstar.
“Yes little one,” she said returning her attention to the Kit. “You were inside your mother before you came to this clan,” she spoke calmly. and oh what a world you’ve come into.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 14, 2017 15:26:14 GMT -5
»Haha, Lilypaw totally just walked off without offering her name xD Just savage «
Cats were beginning to notice Yellowstar's frozen state, but the tom couldn't help it. He cleared his throat and relaxed his fur, trying to return to his usual state of neutrality and indifference, knowing that a reaction would do no one any good. The strange look in his eyes didn't change however as he turned away from the scene and ignored Morningflight's beckon.
"Kits," he breathed softly to himself, completely dumbfounded. The sleep deprivation he'd been experiencing the past few days did not help the tom in clearing his thoughts. His mind grew cluttered and confused rapidly, and he shook his head in an attempt to clear it. How long had it been since he'd last met with the ShadowClan queen? Moons? Days? It was hard to recall after all the events that have been transpiring. He told himself he'd put his clan first, that he wouldn't fraternize with the "enemy" anymore because of all the problems it caused for both of them. He absent-mindedly headed for the fresh-kill pile, snagging the other fish and walking towards the small group with a flustered look on his face, as if trying to piece together a difficult puzzle.
He dropped the fish in front of Morningflight and nodded to the others formally. "I wasn't aware that you were expecting," the tom mewed casually. The logical side of his brain warned not to give anything away, but he was too caught up in eyeing Morningflight to acknowledge it. He was flabbergasted, but there was more to the story than just shock. Watching the queen's belly squirm brought forth an unfamiliar feeling of warmth that spread through his chest. He'd never felt anything like it before, but it made him suddenly weary of letting Morningflight out of his sight. "It's mandatory that you eat, for the well-being of your clan's future."
He finally tore his eyes away from her long enough to watch Lilypaw returned with a fish in her jaws. She'd stopped to have a quick chat with a fellow warrior who updated her about the cats at the gathering island. She gladly nosed the prey over to Mossheart. "I'm not sure if you've ever had fish before, but it's not as bad as it smells," she reassured. She licked her lips and savored the taste as she looked up to meet eyes with Yellowstar.
"Lilypaw, could you ensure that the other queens eat as well?" her leader rasped.
She nodded her head eagerly and glanced up at Mossheart. "We were actually thinking about joining the other hunting patrols, maybe?" she meowed, gazing up at Mossheart for the she-cat's approval. She wasn't sure if the senior warrior meant what she said about going hunting and she didn't want to force her to go out if she wasn't feeling up to it, so she offered her an out just in case. "Whorlkit will need someone to watch over him though."
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 14, 2017 15:33:43 GMT -5
The slender shecat regarded him with a look, her eyes narrowing a shade she shifted into an upright position now the kit as finished eating. Morningflight watched him for a moment l, unsure what to say, where to even begin. She mouthed the words ‘I’m so sorry,’ then ducked her head to the side and pushed the prey back firmly.
“Cats need this prey much more than me,” she rumbled without looking back at him. “I’m not hungry,” she said in spite of her haunt and thin appearance. The small shecat stood careful, protective with a low growl.
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 14, 2017 15:34:19 GMT -5
» Ravensoar is accepted as ShadowClan! I'll be updating the page in juuust a sec. Also, I'm going to be adding a relationships section. So if there are any crushes, mates, etc, just lemme know. Also Milk, is it safe to add your charas? I'm not sure if you're done editing them or not aaah ;; «
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