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Post by Winona on Nov 19, 2017 14:17:47 GMT -5
((What was the WindClan leader's name? o.O))
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 19, 2017 14:30:34 GMT -5
» Rabbitstar. I actually have small bios for the clan leaders even though they aren't living characters. Is that weird? I have plans for them kinda, as well as the rest of StarClan.
Rabbitstar - 50 moons. Had 3 lives before the fire, lost one from smoke inhalation and the last two from severe burn wounds (you kinda can't escape a fire if you're busy losing a life). He was skinny and long-legged, with a short tail and silver & white pelt. «
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 19, 2017 14:31:54 GMT -5
» I don't have much of a personality for him. He was rather calm most of the time. You can add onto that if you like B) I'll base it around your interpretation. «
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Post by Winona on Nov 19, 2017 14:32:44 GMT -5
((That's perfect. ^.^ Thank you! I just figured that his memory would be important to Flamerose while I'm typing up her starter. xP))
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Post by Winona on Nov 19, 2017 14:39:07 GMT -5
((Sorry that this is kind of short. ^.^" I wanted to get something up, but I need to head to lunch in a moment with family, so I needed to make it quick. xP I'll reply and make a starter for Wolffang later.))
Flamerose had more or less kept to herself after the fire. The memories of the fire ravaging their camp still haunted her dreams and would cause her to wake up in a blind panic, but in her waking hours, she had to keep all of those feelings shoved down deep within her. Even during the fire when they were struggling to get everyone out, Flamerose had remained stony-faced and kept her fear to herself.
Since then, she had tried to manage WindClan as best she could. Flamerose had expected many more moons of learning from Rabbitstar before being thrust into such an opinion. Although she had spent so much of her life pushing to be the best warrior she could so that she could arrive here at this point as leader of WindClan, now that she was here... Flamerose wasn't sure if this was what she wanted. But Rabbitstar had believed in her -- otherwise she wouldn't have been chosen as deputy. That thought was enough to give her the courage to continue the day.
And to make matters worse, every time she heard someone call her name, she would inwardly wince. As a young cat, she had loved the name. Flamerose. Flamepaw. But now, following the fire and after watching it destroy her Clan and the others... she hated her name.
Now, she was crouched down in a corner of RiverClan's camp, taking a brief break. Her stomach was twisted with hunger, and the burns that she had suffered still ached, but Flamerose tried her best to shove that pain out of her mind along with everything else. Trying to remain strong for the remainder of her Clan was the only thing that kept her going from day to day. That, and remembering Rabbitstar.
Flamerose finally pushed herself into more of a sitting position. She wondered if maybe she should go on a hunting patrol somewhere, but was there even any food to be found out in RiverClan's territory, or even farther than that? Perhaps it would be worth a try, especially knowing that the ShadowClan queen was having her kits, which would mean even more mouths to feed. Although she worried mostly about WindClan, the tragedy had left them more as one entire group instead of separated, although she wondered how long the hospitality would last.
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 19, 2017 14:42:44 GMT -5
» If any of you like Hamilton, "What'd I Miss" is the perfect song to accompany this post xD I couldn't resist typing this up... «
A very faint rustling sound could be heard in the distance, just outside of the RiverClan camp. It moved swiftly, the noise growing louder as it reached the entrance until-- BAM! In came Nov, sliding through the entrance like a lizard on water, gliding with ease across the wet soil and stopping with his tail high in the air. A skinny rabbit dangled from his jaws, swaying one way and another as the tom danced around in a circle. The rabbit was small and missing tufts of fur, but it was food, and the tom placed it delicately on the ground before looking around.
Not many cats were paying attention to him, to his dismay. He ruffled out his dark ginger fur and began to groom it, pretending to be unbothered by the lack of attention as he patiently waited for someone to notice his outstanding presence. "I bring... an offering," the tom mewed after a while, turning the rabbit over with his paw. A few heads turned at the sighting of prey, and he smiled at the little victory as he picked the rabbit back up and carried it over to the fresh-kill pile. He placed it next to the scrawny stale mouse and winked at the cat nearest him. "From the richest valley in the land. Enjoy." He smiled and turned away, looking for some cats he could recognize.
Nov was a familiar face to many. He'd been there during the fire, pulling cats out of the wreckage and guiding them to safety. He'd mainly assisted the WindClan cats, who were the closest to him when he first realized what was going down. He was quick to aid in every way he could, and Yellowstar granted him access to the camp henceforth to continue on helping the clans in any way he could.
"Where's the big cat?" Nov asked to no one in particular, looking around the camp with a blank, green-eyed expression. "Or the WindClind cats?" Well, he tried. "WindClimb? WindClamb..."
Yellowstar flinched as Morningflight snarled at him, moving his paw away as not to be clawed to death. "Sorry," he whispered softly to her, leaning down to lick her ear but stopping at the last second. Maybe not a good idea.
His eyes looked down to the helpless kit and he nodded his head, rasping his large tongue over the small being to get it to breathe. He glanced at Flurryfoot briefly, hoping he was doing everything right as he frantically tried to get the kit to squirm.
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 19, 2017 14:50:19 GMT -5
(big bad leader cat scared of his mate XD)
At first the tiny creature barely moved, so small in compared to his father and mother, it was almost a miracle it had survived this long. His eyes were sealed shut as was his mouth and for a moment it didn't look good for the tiny bald creature. It was almost completely still, only moving when his father touched his tiny frame and nudged him. From afar, the tiny newborn appeared to be dead. Until at last the small tom let out the tiniest little cry, it was raspy as even his tiny lungs had been affected from the smoke. But he was breathing and moving, alive for the time being. His breaths were uneven and struggling, as he fought to bring air to his tiny and underdeveloped lungs, he let out a little mewl squirming around for his mother but his kicks were growing weak already.
Lifting her head, the little queen tried to reach for her newborn when she heard it begin to cry for her. Eyes narrowed with concern, she whispered hoarsely, desperately to her mate. "Is he ok?"
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 19, 2017 14:54:36 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Dude I love Nov. maybe the windclan medicine cat falls in love with him lol >> RP <<
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 19, 2017 14:56:19 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Wait wheres the medicine cat? She's giving birth? Can I jump in with the Lichenpaw? >> RP <<
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 19, 2017 14:57:07 GMT -5
» «
"He's fine," Yellowstar reassured her, nudging the kit towards his mother's belly with his nose. "A little fighter, the tom-kit is," he mewed. His expression was laced with worry, and he turned his attention to Flurryfoot as his suspicions increased. He wanted to ask her what was wrong and why the kit was so little and weak, but he didn't want to bring alarm to his mate. He rested his tail on her shoulder, daring to touch her as he continued to speak soothing words. "You hear that? A little tom..."
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 19, 2017 14:58:30 GMT -5
» Flurryfoot's in there, but Dag is away. And yess! I'm just snagging all the forbidden love lol «
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 19, 2017 15:01:02 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Oh okay. Then maybe Lichenpaw could ask nov to help her gather herbs? >> RP <<
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 19, 2017 15:02:13 GMT -5
(of course you can!)
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Post by Winona on Nov 19, 2017 15:04:15 GMT -5
((Oh my gosh, Nov is adorable. XD
Might throw Flamerose at Nov for her to grudgingly thank him for the help.
Or somewhere because I want to roleplay. XD))
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 19, 2017 15:07:01 GMT -5
The tiny bundle of fluff moved towards his mothers belly, struggling even the tiny distance before he found his way into his mother's belly fur with a little squeak. Latching on, he began to nurse hungrily kneading his mother's belly with his paws. Little bigger then a mouse or vole, he was a pitiful little creature. Pressing close to her with a tiny purr. His nursing however was interrupted as he coughed hard, spluttering on the air as it reached his lungs struggling to take breaths and nurse.
Morningflight lowered her head to lick at the newborn as it approached her belly, coughing and whimpering as she did, but her eyes were filled with love as she watched the newborn. It might not have been a pretty creature, but it was her son and she loved him already. However, watching the newborn didn't last very long as she let out another sharp wail and began to push once again.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 19, 2017 15:08:51 GMT -5
>> Ooc << Sorry blaze! we could always have it to where lichenpaw love him but he can't return her feelings because he likes Flamerose? I actually kinda like this idea... I can always have her find love later lol xD >> RP <<
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i'm back again, fellas.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 19, 2017 15:12:01 GMT -5
» rubs hands together evilly I like all of these ideas. «
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Post by Winona on Nov 19, 2017 15:12:56 GMT -5
((What? XD Oh I don't care how romance goes, I just want to roleplay her and I think her with Nov would be entertaining because he's everything she's not. XD
Although that is a sad but good romance idea. ;-; ))
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 19, 2017 15:13:13 GMT -5
>> Ooc << I love drama lol. Lichenpaw's life is going to be filled with so much angst. >> RP <<
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Post by Winona on Nov 19, 2017 15:19:43 GMT -5
((Poor Lichenpaw. ;-; But angst and drama is fun, soo... XD
Google keeps asking if I want to translate the forums from Vietnamese to English. XD I'm so confused.))
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 19, 2017 15:25:37 GMT -5
»Google is just having one of those days. «
"What should we name--" Yellowstar fluffed out his fur as the kit suddenly began to cough, completely taken off guard. "Wha..?" He leaned forward to inspect the little guy, sniffing him tentatively before recoiling swiftly as Morningflight wailed. I learned my lesson the first time.
Nov was yanked out of his stupor by the sounds of wailing. He set aside trying to figure out the clan's name for later, heading in the direction of the medicine cat's den to occupy his time and be nosey. He poked his head inside to ask if anyone needed help, only to quickly back out of the den and spin around with wide eyes. "Oh, whoops..." He shook out his fur and walked away stiffly, feeling awkward for invading the privacy of the kitting queen. "Sorry!"
He waddled to the middle of the camp and took a seat, licking his chest fur to hide his embarrassment. "A warning would have been lovely..."
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 19, 2017 15:30:46 GMT -5
Frustrated with how useless her mate was being as her son struggled to breathe, she used her leg to push the newborn towards her mate with a pant. "Lick him for the sake of star clan," Morningflight said with a commanding growl. Surprising to hear from the much small shecat, "Try to help him breathe," she begged with terror. Panic lighting her that it might not make it even after all of this. "Be useful or go away," she said a little more playfully this time. Panting heavily as she struggled on, the pain still wracking her as she moaned, and a second kit slithered into the world.
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Post by Winona on Nov 19, 2017 15:40:41 GMT -5
((Oh my goodness, Nov. XD Is he always like this?))
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 19, 2017 15:44:11 GMT -5
» Lichenpaw should definitely step in before he panics xD «
Yellowstar bowed his head again and groomed the kit, running his tongue over it rapidly to keep it alive. He slid into the nest with Morningflight, deciding he could take his mate's wrath as he nestled closer and began to groom the second kit as well, freeing it of its sack imprisonment and urging it to breathe with his tongue.
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Post by Aɪʀ on Nov 19, 2017 15:44:51 GMT -5
» Maybe, muahaha. Feel free to post in.~ I'm leaving him open for anyone to respond to. «
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Post by Littleflower on Nov 19, 2017 15:49:16 GMT -5
Leaning back against her mate, pressing close to his warmth. She cringed at the pain, turning her head to look at the newest kit. Pressing her nose into the newborn in spite of the pain, checking it over protectively of the vulnerable newborn kits. She listened intently, trying to listen out for any signs of life from the even smaller kit. Eyes filled with panic as it made no noise.
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Post by Winona on Nov 19, 2017 15:50:37 GMT -5
((I might just to roleplay, but I don't want to steal him from Lichenpaw and Milky if she wants to roleplay with him. XD But roleplaying is fun.))
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Nov 19, 2017 16:03:15 GMT -5
>> Ooc << I don't mind either way who rps with him first. I have to reply to the patrol maybe Wolffang if he isn't beaten up too much could help lichenpaw gather herbs. >> RP <<
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Post by Dagegen5 on Nov 19, 2017 16:04:55 GMT -5
((I think it's super cute that Lilypaw has a crush on Mossheart!?!?))
“You’re doing well, dear; just keep pushing!” she encouraged, feeling for ripples across the she-cat’s flank. It was a shame that she couldn’t eat the herbs fast enough before the kitting started, but it would have to do; Morningflight could relax later. As the first set of birth ripples passed her paws, she looked eagerly at the new arrival. However, Flurryfoot’s heart sank as she saw the first kit drop out from Morningflight. They weren’t quite as ready as she hoped, and she swallowed hard. This was going to be hard. But… it moved. There was no mewling audible, but its flank seemed to heave in attempts to breath. She quickly thanked Starclan, but was lost in her own thoughts; she wanted to motion to Yellowstar to begin licking the kit clean, clearing its airways, but Morningflight beat her too it. “Y-yes,” she responded, a little caught off guard, “Try to get the kit to mew to you; then you’ll know you’re finished. Then place them closer to Morningflight’s belly so they can nurse.”
The medicine cat further noticed that Morningflight’s wounds had reopened; she would have to give that attention later. At least, she thought, the kits themselves weren’t causing her bleeding; that would cause irreparable damage and would be something she couldn’t fix. At the sound of the first mewl of the new tom-kit, her heart fluttered. “Oh, thank Starclan!!” she cried, still feeling for convulsions from the queen’s stomach. Flurryfoot couldn’t help but laugh at the queen as she pushed her son to the leader clean. “Ah, you heard her, Yellowstar!” she snorted, flicking him lightly with her tail.
Her paws rumbled a little, and she knew the next one was on the way. “Yellowstar, be ready for another,” she commanded, her eyes focused on the queen and noticing for any sort of complications that could arise. Things… they were going okay for now. This would be a constant uphill battle, she realized, but her faith held fast that they would be capable of bringing new life into this broken world. “Make sure that one stops coughing.”
And so the second kit came into the world; it looked just as pitiful and underdeveloped as the first, but it squirmed and heaved for breath. She grabbed it lightly by the scruff and set it down in front of her leader, seeing that he had finished cleaning the previous kit. “It’s a tom/she-cat!” she exclaimed, licking in between the kit’s ears and clearing the remains of birth from the small thing. It cried loudly, clearing the lungs of fluid and the medicine cat nosed it lightly toward its mother as Yellowstar finished.
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Whorlkit had not been thrilled to be picked up. As soon as Lilypaw set him down, he attempted to make a bolt for the entrance but was obstructed by her body laying around him. He squirmed haphazardly in her embrace, trying his best to free himself. Her grip was tight, and he eventually flopped down in defeat. “N-no! Lemme go!!” he squeaked, still feeling his heart pounding.
Her words reassured him a little and he looked down at the tail that had encircled his frame. “You… you promise?” he asked, scuffling the ground under his paws. “Is… there’s no fire anymore, right? She’ll be okay?” He couldn’t help himself from hunkering down as the apprentice laid with him, feeling his chest clench at the thought of losing Mossheart too.
Whorlkit’s eyes rested on the ball that Lilypaw had made and his head followed it inquisitively. Kit instincts were a great distraction from problems and he tentatively reached out a paw to hit at the ball of moss. “Uh…. what’s moss-ball?” he asked curiously
((I’m sorry Whorlkit is a little butt.))
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Post by Winona on Nov 19, 2017 16:07:02 GMT -5
((Wolffang would probably be up for that. XD I'll throw Flamerose at Nov for a few posts, then. ^.^ I'm excited to try roleplaying this stuff, too. XD))
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