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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Jan 4, 2018 13:28:11 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Oh blaze can we rp Lichenpaw and Wolffang? I want to evelove their relationship lol xD >> RP <<
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Post by Winona on Jan 4, 2018 14:13:21 GMT -5
((I would, but Lichenpaw is on her way to the Moon pool.))
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Jan 4, 2018 14:25:19 GMT -5
>> Ooc << oh yeah that right oops. >> RP <<
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Jan 4, 2018 14:31:41 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Would you like to rp one of Wren's kits? >> RP <<
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Post by Winona on Jan 4, 2018 14:38:01 GMT -5
((Yeah, I can. =3 I love rping kits.))
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Jan 4, 2018 14:53:28 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Theres a she cat and a male... I gave them temporary descriptions is you want to check those out and I left the name's open on the previous pages. >> RP <<
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Post by Dagegen5 on Jan 4, 2018 20:54:45 GMT -5
Petaldrift crept slowly through the burnt leaves, horror plastered on her face. It was obvious the fire may have been a while ago, but she didn't even recognize where she was. The only sign to show she was in the right place was the lake. "Hello? I-Is anyone there?" she called out. She could smell other cats, but didn't know where they were. //shes just beyond the camp// ((I'm sorry it had to be this butt who found her, but he's all I have open! I think everyone else's cats are taken up too. :S))
Hazelpaw- Riverclan Apprentice Just outside the Riverclan Camp with Petaldrift
No one seemed to take note of the apprentice's sour disposition, and the tom stalked away from the den with a bitterly glum look on his face, hoping to find some task to keep his wandering mind at bay. However, Hazelpaw looked up at the dimly lit sky, growing darker with the speed of the sinking sun and knew that it was too late to do anything with his mentor, which was really his only option. In fact, they really hadn't done anything in the past couple days; no one had.
The tom's claws jutted out as he hung his head low in grumpy disappointment -- nothing about anything was right -- Shadowclan and Windclan and imposed their weak, struggling remains of clans upon Riverclan and everyone was paying for it. Freshkill was low again, despite a successful hunt that had been conducted by mostly Riverclan -- he hadn't even had a chance to get to it before the prey was delivered to foreign cats! How was he supposed to be a strong Riverclan warrior if he couldn't even manage to eat food in his own camp?! His mood worsened and the fur on his back stood up. He shuddered at the the images of his own clanmates coordinating with the enemies, especially Yellowstar with that Shadowclan cat -- how could the leader be so bold to fraternize with her? Of course, brown tabby tom didn't know the extent of their relationship, but man, just talking was enough to set off the apprentice's disgust.
Hazelpaw was quite aware of himself as he sauntered out of camp in his bitter mood, his amber eyes glowing bright with discontent, but he nearly found himself missing the scent of a lone cat, one that smelled very odd. It wasn't until he heard a soft voice in the distance that he finally caught it. Unable to miss a chance at chasing off an intruding loner, he grinned to himself and crouched low, inching closer to where the sound came from. He caught sight of the she-cat and his stomach managed to drop a little. He approached her slowly and silently, keeping himself hidden. The apprentice pulled himself into her sight line and he stared at her, almost in shock.
This wasn't a rouge or loner... she was a clanmate. "Petaldrift?" he asked, haughtily and almost impatiently. Hazelpaw narrowed his eyes at her. "I... we all thought you were dead! You were missing for so long..."
Flurryfoot- Riverclan Medicine cat Out of camp with Reedsplash, Wren and Ben The medicine cat didn't blame Ben for his hostility, of course; she was the first to put up aggressive signs. She dipped her head to the two cats and offered a sincere apology to them, "Look, I am sorry for being on edge... I don't mean to be. You two seem like good cats and you didn't need to encounter our Clan like this." Flurryfoot cast her green eyes to the ground for a moment before continuing. "Things haven't been easy lately; I'm sure you've noticed the destruction that's around all of us. Many cats are dying of smoke and burns, others are too depressed to eat... We also had another litter of kits born earlier today... but they were born too early. It took everything in my power to keep them alive and I'm just... so tired," she breathed to them.
She hadn't wanted to vent, but it just kind of came out. Oh well, she thought feeling her paws turn her body around, Nothing to be done about it now; time to go. The medicine cat flicked her tail to Reedsplash, instructing him to grab the final kit, knowing that Ben would likely claw her fur off if she even attempted to make a move towards his precious offspring. Again, she wasn't able to bring herself to blame him; Flurryfoot had really been nothing but rude and she knew it.
"Let's head out; just follow me and Reedsplash and we'll get you to Riverclan."
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Post by Winona on Jan 4, 2018 21:00:16 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Theres a she cat and a male... I gave them temporary descriptions is you want to check those out and I left the name's open on the previous pages. >> RP << ((Okay. I'll go look at those soon and make up a character. =3))
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 5, 2018 17:29:49 GMT -5
Surprised by the honesty displayed by the medicine cat, the large tom didn't quiet no how to respond to this sudden outburst. He drew his dark eyes across the ruined landscape, and for the first time a wave of fear struck him for his newborn kits. What have I brought them to? He thought, though said nothing outloud. But anyone who paid close attention could have probably guess what he was thinking in that moment, he looked to the medicine cat again. His eyes slightly less narrow, but there was still a level of caution to how he carried himself. "I see," he said, pausing between this and what he would say next. Unsure of how to even begin in saying it, at last all he could think to come out with was a meagre. "I'm sorry." Though his words were partially muffled by the fur of the kits gripped between his jaws, the kind sentiment was still there regardless. He could guess how much life had been lost, just by looking around them, he tightened his grip on the kits in his grasp, though was still careful to be gentle.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Jan 7, 2018 14:47:50 GMT -5
Name ☪ Time ☪ Place
☪ Ooc: I might get a reply out today but i can make no promises.
☪ Rp:
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Post by Aphelyon on Jan 7, 2018 21:13:50 GMT -5
(Yeah, I will try to have something up tomorrow as well. I apologize for my absence, a lot has happened... very suddenly. Nothing necessarily bad, but it means I've been busy and that's not liable to change for a little while.)
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Post by Winona on Jan 10, 2018 11:50:58 GMT -5
((Blaze's stuff is over, so I can officially be more active.
And I'll make that kit today, Milk! ^.^))
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Post by Thunderlake on Jan 10, 2018 16:30:58 GMT -5
( hiya. I’m open to rping with anyone )
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Post by Winona on Jan 10, 2018 16:32:57 GMT -5
((Well I have Wolffang open. XD))
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Jan 12, 2018 20:37:42 GMT -5
Name ☪ Time ☪ Place
☪ Ooc: Winona Hey what up? What's wolffang doing right now?
☪ Rp:
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Post by Winona on Jan 13, 2018 9:41:35 GMT -5
((Umm... Wolffang is probably just hanging around camp, or trying to fish.))
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Post by Thunderlake on Jan 13, 2018 19:23:29 GMT -5
[ all my characters are probably just chilling lol. also my laptop wont work but i got an old one running ]
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Post by Winona on Jan 14, 2018 8:30:45 GMT -5
((Well do you want to roleplay?))
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Post by Thunderlake on Jan 14, 2018 19:16:02 GMT -5
((Well do you want to roleplay?)) ( sure! who should start? )
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Post by Winona on Jan 14, 2018 20:16:27 GMT -5
((If you could start, that would be awesome. XD))
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Post by Thunderlake on Jan 15, 2018 17:27:52 GMT -5
[ okay haha ill start c'x ]
Wolfheart shivered at the corner of camp. Ever since he had been found by a RiverClan patrol he had remained at their camp. Most of his friends had died and he was devastated. Constantly having wet paws only made things worse and the tom often voiced his irritation to his new friend, Pebblestream. Unlike the tom, the she-cat had webbed paws and fur built for the constant dampness of the river home. Both cats were close by each other and kept sending glances to each other. Wolfheart was particular about who saw them together; though they were all in this together, the tom still was fiercely loyal for his mostly fallen Clan.
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Post by Winona on Jan 19, 2018 13:33:48 GMT -5
((Thank you. XD))
Wolffang had just returned from a quick fishing trip. Obviously, the large number of cats could always use more food, and he had hoped that fishing would provide plenty. He had managed to return with a few smaller, scrawnier fish, which he now deposited on the fresh-kill pile. They would barely feed anybody, and with how quickly everyone went through food, Wolffang knew that his contribution would seem like nothing. He paused, catching sight of Wolfheart, and decided that maybe offering a fish would be a good idea. The tom looked thin and Wolffang knew that many of the warriors had been refusing food. Everyone needed to keep their strength up, so he carried the fish over and dropped it at the other tom's paws. "Are you hungry?" He asked, his voice a deep rumble.
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Post by Aphelyon on Jan 22, 2018 21:43:37 GMT -5
Ham(let)- Barn Kittypet At the ruined twoleg place with Dusky, Midnight, Redwing and Nov
Of course, Hamlet remained slightly blind to this Red cat's hostility, unwavering to the waves of discontent that he was practically shooting out; he still felt rocks form in the depths of his stomach as he sat up straight, listening to Dusty's plan of action. "Riverclan, huh?" he pressed gently, feeling his nose wrinkle a little, "I don't know much about them either. The Wind guys didn't like them too much; they used to fight near that river all the time." The kittypet felt his spine shiver; he had only ever encountered Riverclan cats through mean-spirited jabs and conflicts that were sometimes too close for comfort. Well, the Windclan cats were honestly the same way at first, but they then just began to ignore his presence more. In his later years, Ham felt the same way about them, and opted to steer clear of most clan cats, sometimes watching them migrate to the island in the distance every month from the safety of his barnyard post. Sometimes he wondered what they did there, other times, he was just happy they weren't fighting.
The brown tabby tom felt a little disappointed when Red mentioned that they should get on their way, and his whiskers drooped a little -- Ham couldn't disagree, of course; Midnight needed care that no one in the barn could provide and... well, he wasn't sure what the clan cats could do about it, but maybe they could do something. It was better than waiting around for a miracle. The kittypet was about to say goodbye to them, his tail already lifted and waving, but Nov's words stopped his own mouth from moving. "Are you from WindClan?"
Ham felt astounded by Nov's astute deduction for the origin of this Red cat -- "I thought you smelled familiar!" he proclaimed at last, taking the loner's words to be true. Windclan, of course! There were survivors for them as well! He bounced up, his stomach swaying a little from side to side and bell tinkling, and looked at the cats with excited amber eyes. Ham twisted his head to the side inquisitively, suddenly conjuring a question that he wouldn't be able to let go without getting an answer. "You have a weird name for a clan cat, Red... they usually have... well, weirder names than that," he laughed lightly, slightly hoping to lighten the mood.
(sorry I vanished for a while there guys, it's been taking pretty much everything I have not to have an actual frigging mental breakdown these past few weeks so bear with me lol. Gonna try to reply more often but... well, we'll see.)
Redwing narrowed his eyes at the loner- or at least, Redwing assumed he was a loner, as he didn't look or smell like a Clan cat- asked about his Clan, his tail-tip twitching with both concern and curiosity. He was certain he'd never come in contact with this non-Clan cat before, nor ever smelled his scent along the borders. He also didn't appear to be a barn cat, though he and the melodramatic kittypet obviously had some familiarity with each other. So, how did he identify which Clan Redwing was from so easily?
This thought, however, was interrupted by the kittypet's questioning. Redwing swiveled his ears towards the tom, though when he called him 'Red' they quickly laid back in annoyance. "It's not Red," the Clan cat snapped, earning a surprised look from Dusky at his venom. "It's Redwing." Normally, Redwing probably wouldn't have been so snappish about his name, especially not with other Clan cats. But an ignorant kittypet calling him by a rogue-sounding name, amongst everything else that was happening... it struck a nerve. Not least in part because he had only earned his suffix days before the fire, and now... it may very well be one of the only things he had left of his Clan. He glared at the kittypet, obvious annoyance and impatience showing on his face.
(sorry it's kind of short. rip me.)
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Post by Thunderlake on Feb 1, 2018 17:18:15 GMT -5
Wolfheart glanced up as he heard a voice above his head. It was Wolffang, a cat from another clan. “Hey.” He grumbled, sitting straight up. “I would uh. Actually love to eat.” The tom murmured, embarrassment flooding through him. Wolfheart hadn’t been eating much and it resulted in his body becoming weaker. He hated the thought of relying on other cats to feed him but he could barely fish.
( most of these will Be short til my laptop gets fixed unfortunately )
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