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Post by MissBeliever on Dec 1, 2017 3:10:12 GMT -5
โก Bun โก - it's actually dusk )) As soon as her mate's scent drifted her direction, Fernshadow lifted her head and met his gaze. For the past couple of moons, a brief wave of affection would pass through the she-cat any time she spotted Newtripple. It was as if she was a flustered apprentice again, setting eyes on his sleek form for the first time. Snowcough had increased her appreciation for the cats in her life by multiple fox-lengths. A pleased purr rumbled within Fernshadow's throat when her mate nestled beside her. "Oh, certainly," she replied, nudging the dove in front of Newtripple with a delicate paw. "I was hoping someone would help me." Her whiskers twitched with amusement. He's practically on cue.
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Post by โก Bun โก on Dec 1, 2017 3:22:01 GMT -5
>> Ooc <<
ohh oops. >> RP <<
Newtripple gave her a big smile as she passed the dove over to him, he took a bite and it instantly made him wanting more he gulp down two more bites finally feeling his hunger start to ease. He had taken him time to finish the dove and once he did he shoved the corpse to the side, he'll take it out later. He liked his chops, then licked his paw running it over his head a few times before grabbing fernshadow with a paw around the neck and pulled her closer so he could groom the top of her head and down her neck, he started to purr as he did and mewed between lick, "How was your day?" His tone was deeply curious. |
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Post by MissBeliever on Dec 1, 2017 3:36:34 GMT -5
Her mate's immense affection caught Fernshadow by surprise. It felt nice to be this close to him, but she admittedly felt a little too distracted to share tongues, at least not so passionately. She merely gave him a gentle lick across the cheek, and not much else - not even a reaction, which was better than telling Newtripple to stop. He must be thankful too, she concluded, accepting his behavior. "Oh, not much," she sighed, reflecting on her dull day. "I woke up and went on the dawn patrol, got back and changed Shadepaw's bedding, annnd..." the she-cat pondered for a moment. "Not much else besides hanging around camp. I only recently offered some prey to the elders and the little ones in the nursery, and sat down and ate for myself."
Fernshadow noticed the way her paws had been kneeding the ground nervously. She cast her gaze to the warriors den, where Kestrelthroat stood with her eyes set on the camp entrance. Fernshadow followed her stare. "Newtripple, do you know what the apprentices are up to? I haven't really spoken to Shadepaw since Sunhigh." Are they battle training already? Hardcore hunting? Is he out on patrol with others?
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Post by แดษชsแดาแดสส ยป on Dec 1, 2017 12:42:45 GMT -5
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c l o u d paw - camp
One could say he really wasn't much interested in hubbub and stress. After all, he found it a much better and fruitful life to simply not worry. To him, worrying meant you suffered twice. Instead, the white-furred tom found a simple spot to bask in quite almost the middle of camp. For many, such a blatant relaxation could appear a lack of concern for the clan, a disrespectful gesture. But no one had come to remove him yet. Back to the ground and belly to the sky, languid amber eyes peered from mere slits in his visage at his clanmates and their anxious shuffling and nervous murmurs. Cloudpaw didnt care for politics but he was well-read, and he could only imagine the clan's minute shuffling and electric air to be because of their blatant lack of leader in camp at the moment with an entire patrol missing alongside him. Oh well, more suffering for them that he didn't have to endure!
e v e n i n g smoke - camp
Ever-so-elusive, the crystalline-tipped feline remained removed, indifferent, to the worried stirrings of the clan. At least, that's what it appeared to be. Truly, those large green eyes drank in the sights, grey, thin ears trembling with the effort of catching the conversations swirling around. She offered herself to none of them, but it wasn't like he didn't agree. It's just that they didn't quite care nor know how to fix the problem. Even if he did, they didn't quite figure anyone would listen or care. Pessimistic. The anxiety-riddled cat felt hardly different from everyday life, except now everyone else also felt the shivering air and impatient pawsteps now. This was a game of survival now, the wisps of Snowcough still lurking in the deep crevices of Meadowclan, in the hearts and minds of the cats. Eveningsmoke lost no one for she had no one she cared to lose, but the clan had been dealt a heavy blow. Best just to stay out of the way like he always did.
h o r n e t buzz - camp
Fit to burn the forest down paced the little cat, wired muscle bunching over and over again as she paced back and forth in no pattern at all aside from an aimless route to walk out her frustrations. While she had half a mind to march out of camp and find the wayward patrol herself with their hideous, mouse brained leader, her spite and vengeance made her sneer to the idea and instead remain in camp to teach them a lesson. After all, when was it ever a good idea to go out of camp with their crazy leader nowadays? A part of her wondered if he could even recognize his clanmates anymore. It was a sobering thought that almost made her paws stop in their tracks, cooling her fire briefly only to bring it to an even stronger smolder. The only thing giving her strength not to kick the leader out was Starclan itself. This was the problem with authority- never cared for their subordinates. Well, there had been a time Gorsestar did, and Hornetbuzz hadn't seen that cat in a long time. Authority was either too emotional or too stiff, too sentimental or too aloof. Nothing would ever fit her standards, and that was fact even she recognized. But this, this was ridiculous! She hardly kept in the spit she wished to rasp, instead giving a furious grimace instead to beat it back into her maw and behind her teeth. This whole thing was stupid!
p o p p y sun - outside of camp
Unlike his firecracker of a sister, Poppysun had allegiance to neither here nor there, or anywhere to anyone. No, he toyed with the more material and worldly aspects of life. While he makes it quite clear he has no belief in Starclan, his trust in coincidences and miracles and the like make up for the gap in spirituality. He entirely believed in if someone said your name, you'd sneeze. Be that as it may, the calicoed male was quite observant and connected to this living, real, tangible world, and so had easily caught the rumblings of the camp, their worries and anxiety. So when he rounded to the entrance of camp, seeming to emerge quite mythically from the shadows, his huge body and glaring eyes burned inescapable and unperceiveable upon Russetdeer, voice that eerie chipper,
" Well, like I believe- if they haven't returned by the time the moon is highest, then the night has them! " What a cheery way to imply death... Clearly, the masculine had no concept of sociality. And it was apparent in the easy-breezy tone he barreled through topics,
" So, if Gorsestar cannot bring a patrol back on time, do you believe it also represents his internal emotional status? With that in mind, do you believe he should still be in his current station of power? Or would you rather it stay the same? I'm conducting a questionnaire, for scientific purposes of course. " He might as well have whipped out a clipboard, took the pen stuck behind his ear, and stared expectantly at the other tom with the way he asked his questions. Social boundaries? Yep, gone.
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Post by nightrain44 on Dec 1, 2017 17:05:40 GMT -5
(Anyone free?)
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Post by Briarspirit on Dec 1, 2017 21:23:14 GMT -5
(Hi, may I join? This looks pretty interesting!)
[ Dewsprout ] small, short-furred white she-cat with brown spots and amber eyes. She is curious, somewhat shy, and thoughtful. However, it could be said she is at most times reserved considering her young age, 16 moons.
//Kin: none, open
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Post by Sand on Dec 2, 2017 1:54:27 GMT -5
Russetdeer ; accompanied by Poppysun .. {{ แดษชsแดาแดสส ยป }}
{{ outside of MeadowClan camp }}
A sense of burning yellow eyes haunted Russetdeer, leaving him to be stunned by the large feline that wasn't too far away from him. Once he heard the ever so familiar voice of Poppysun, he let out a groan. This was not going to be an appealing conversation by all means. If anything, it would be full of theories and obejctions; he knew he wasn't ready for this, but what other choice did he have? Moping around yet again?
Swallowing his pride, the russet colored feline turned to the calico tom, "You think something caught them out there? The patrol wasn't that small, Poppysun. I'm sure they're fine. After all, things can't get worse, can it?"
It was rather odd that his clanmate could go on a tangent that would lead to "scientific purposes." What was a scientific purpose to MeadowClan? How much prey they caught in a day since the deadly Snowcough had passed? Snorting lightly, the warrior's amber eyes were fixated on the peculiar tom. "I suppose so, unless they ran into trouble. For all we know, a fox could be chasing them around," Russetdeer meowed. "On the other paw, he might as well resign from his position. It seems like it's time for Gorsestar to move into the elder's den. He was a fine leader for awhile, but I doubt his leadership; he's not taking us in the right direction. We need a fit, efficient leader. Not someone who is grief-stricken." [[ Poppysun is great, I love the way you're writing him ;; ]]
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Dec 2, 2017 12:15:32 GMT -5
(Hey guys, sorry Iโve been gone! I hit a weird block with my health! But!!! I have return and Iโll update and get responses up Briarspirit - you've been added! if you want to jump in the rp I have Icemask open! You can also add Dewsprout to the patrol if you would like ) |
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Post by ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ on Dec 2, 2017 13:40:58 GMT -5
{LITTLEPAW};;camp;;crestwave and cloudpawLittlepaw pulled himself out of the apprenticeโs day after his midday nap. He wasnโt much of the type for napping (like the athlete, he constantly itched for action, for a way to prove his physicality) but with the lull in clan-life there was not much else to do. Since the Snowcough epidemic, it seemed to Littlepaw that there was a fog hanging over the clan. Sickly, damp, and miserable he would rather be anywhere else other than in camp. There was commotion in the camp at the moment, though, a sort of low bickering between the warriors. Hornetbuzz was โ well โ buzzing about her brother, spitting conversation like Crowmoons herbs. Russetdeer looked to have assembled on the edge of the fray. Littlepaw took a few pawstepโs towards the cats โ
โwe need a fit, efficient leaderโ
-mmm, yeah this was a solid Nope from Littlepaw. The tom wasnโt all that interested in clan politics, in any form. He didnโt even see that big of a deal with Gorsestarโs like โmoping aroundโ. He was sad. Let him be sad. The love of his life just died. If the catโs in the clan spent half the time hunting and patrolling and actually working as they did yapping about how useless Gorsestar was, maybe more would be getting done. But that was just Littlepawโs two cents.
Instead of intruding on what he could easily see escalating into a shouting match, Littlepaw decided to skulk to the over side of camp where Cloudpaw and Crestwave were. The two cats were within several feet of each other, but not associating. This seemed kind of in character for Cloudpaw (the tom was, well, in Littlepawโs own wordsโฆ kind of pretentious).
โHeyโ, the tom mewed as he approached them. He greeted Crestwave with a warm smile. The ginger she-cat had been Littlepawโs mentor for many a moon. To be honest, Littlepaw probably should be a warrior by now.
With the Snowcough epidemic, his training had been stunted though, and with Gorsestar being โ er โ impaired no one had gotten around to his assessment. This didnโt bother Littlepaw much, though. Maybe a tad, but with everything else going on it seemed lower priority.
โMaybe itโs just me but Iโm like, not feeling be here at the momentโ. Littlepaw flicked his tail towards the commotion. โI was thinking โ uh โ maybe we could check the woods near camp for mice. They would just be coming out now if Hornetbuzzโs screeching hasnโt sent them away.โ
{IVYTANGLE};;camp;;Kestralthroat and Cinderpaw
It was about dusk by the time that Ivytangle herded her kits back into the nursery for a nap. She had laid them down, three little bodies in a row, smaller versions of herself and Weaselstripe; calico, tabby, calico. She had always thought children were bizarre. How they looked like her, just miniature. How much control she had over their destinies โ one poorly picked word, a phrase uttered without thought โ the kits would remember it for the rest of their lives. She could destroy them and not even know it. It was terrifying.
As Ivytangle looked at her children, she noticed Lichenkit was a little bit smaller than the other two. Maplekit was the largest, but as the male that was to be expected. He looked just like his father โ so much so it was scary. Certainly he would be popular with the ladies when he was older. Honeykit was about average size, for a kit. She was energetic, boisterous โ normal for a kit.
Lichenkit, though, had always seemed reserved.
This was scary. Ivytangle knew what often happened with runts of a litter. That fate would not befall her daughter though, no. Ivytangle would not allow it. Not after what she had watched when they were so young โ when Ivytangle was helpless as the den slowly emptied out until she was the last standing, like a lioness, over her kits. As if she could protect them from the invisible enemy; as if she could save them from air.
The memories were suffocated.
Ivytangle exited the den quickly, near on the edge of hyperventilation due to the heaviness of her thoughts. Quick, distraction. The she-cat padded over to Kestralthroat and Cinderpaw, raising her tail in muted welcome.
โIs something going on?โ
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lily โฅ
do you believe in life after love?
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Post by lily โฅ on Dec 2, 2017 15:16:54 GMT -5
;; the plot for this clan looks great already, i hope you'll let me join 
[ Badgerheart ] - a large, long-furred black and white tomcat with golden eyes. 50 moons.
badgerheart drives himself on strength of love. he is a large cat, physically, but is equally as large in spirit. he is not wild or energetic like some cats, instead he keeps an even temper and tries to remain calm in even the most difficult of situations. his love for his clan is pure, just like his love for his daughter. truly, badgerheart has suffered great tragedy: his mate died, his son died, he lost almost everything he had. yet he remains strong for his clan, offering all that he can give in order for his daughter to have the best life possible. he will defend those he loves until his last breath, but himself in unnecessary danger if it means protecting their safety. his daughter is Ebonypaw, his sister is smokesong 
[ Ebonypaw ] - a longfurred, black and gray she-cat with a long, fluffy tail and green eyes
charming and outgoing, ebonypaw tries to compensate for the sadness in the clan by being cheerful. she's a very social cat which means she is constantly around her clan-mates trying to cheer them up. she inherited her father's strong spirit, and is willing to stand up to any adversary in front of her. this makes her stubborn and hard-headed but she always acts for her clans best interest. or at least what she thinks is her clans best interest. ebonypaw sometimes has trouble telling whether something is good for her or good for her clan. she is young though and will hopefully grow out of this. she is a little stuck up. her father is badgerheart and her aunt is smokesong 
[ Smokesong ] - a small, thin grey and white she-cat with green eyes
reserved and serious, smokesong is not the most friendly cat in meadowclan. she would rather hold her tongue than say anything that another cat could take the wrong way. she has a lot of anxiety, and would rather stay in the background than be in the middle of a war. she looks out for herself and herself only. she would do whatever it takes to save her own skin, siding with whoever would best be able to protect her. she has very few sound morals and thinks that survival has to do with how well one can adapt to their environment. she has been called cold-hearted by some cats. she does love her family though, but would be willing to sacrifice them for her own safety. her brother is badgerheart and her niece is ebonypaw 
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Post by MissBeliever on Dec 2, 2017 17:01:13 GMT -5
Fernshadow glanced back where Kestrelthroat stood, finding that the queen Ivytangle had joined her. By her inquiry, it seemed that she, too, noticed how anxious the warrior appeared. Mothers notice a lot, especially these days. At least now, Fernshadow knew that she wasn't crazy, if someone else was concerned about the other she-cat's behavior. In fact, now that she actually pricked her esrs and used her eyes, the whole clan seemed tense. Alarm flashed through the she-cat. Suddenly, it was as if Newtripple wasn't there beside her when she shouldered past him, almost pushing him out of the way. "What has happened?" she cried out the other she-cats "Are the apprentices okay?" She whipped around and kneaded the camp floor, eyes deadlocked on the entrance. I'll go out there myself if I have to, no matter what the problem is.
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Post by Briarspirit on Dec 2, 2017 21:43:56 GMT -5
(Hey guys, sorry Iโve been gone! I hit a weird block with my health! But!!! I have return and Iโll update and get responses up Briarspirit - you've been added! if you want to jump in the rp I have Icemask open! You can also add Dewsprout to the patrol if you would like ) (Thanks! I'll have Dewsprout meet Icemask then) Dewsprout hurried out of the warrior den, hoping she wasn't too late for anything. Her Clanmates had been out patrolling or training in groups, and she wished that she could be in help too. But as she got to the camp, the air of doubt and untrust struck her, reminding her the current state of the Clan: skepticism towards the leader's ability; the loss of many cats to the disease; and the scarce prey that had been brought back to the camp. Her worriedness for unable to be in help had turned into a much more melancholy feeling for the Clan's future. As she trod on, she spotted Icemask in the camp, who seemed to be the few warriors who hadn't left the camp for patrol or anything else. She stopped, hesitating. Maybe she could patrol or hunt with the senior warrior, if he would, but she was a little too shy to ask. |
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Post by mimikyutie on Dec 2, 2017 21:48:07 GMT -5
(I'd like to say I have a legit reason for not doing anything yet but in reality a new game I've been waiting for just came out and I've only just looked up from it for something that wasn't food, sleep, or chores)
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 2, 2017 23:15:33 GMT -5
(lmao I told y'all I would post a starter someday. Also for some reason I keep trying to call him Nettlestripe instead of Weaselstripe and I'm kind of considering changing his name altogether bc of it XD )
Weaselstripe had gone out early that morning, as he did most mornings- any one where he wasn't placed on an early patrol ahead of time. Once upon a time, Ivytangle would have walked with him, but now she was always stuck in the nursery, busy with the kits. Not that that was a bad thing, not altogether. Weaselstripe loved his kits dearly, and always spent as much time with them as he could, but he couldn't deny that it did take away from quality time with his mate. Though they were cute and energetic and loveable as kits, he couldn't help a part of him from looking forward to the day when they were made apprentices; then, he would finally be able to sleep next to her at night again, and share their early morning hunts.
Regardless of his perhaps somewhat secretive desires, that outcome was still several moons away. And thus, for the time being, Weaselstripe hunted alone. The morning was pleasant but almost boring, easy. The light and wind was ideal, and it wasn't long at all before he had caught a pair of sparrows and a plump mouse. By then, the sun had risen above the trees, and had long since burned the dew from the grass. Thus, the tabby tom decided it was time to head back.
Weaselstripe padded into camp quietly, noticing what appeared to be an argument on the other side of camp. It was apparently quite a spectacle, since nigh on half the Clan seemed to be either huddled nearby or watching from a distance, including Ivytangle. She looked worried, and the tom noticed that the kits didn't appear to be with her. For a moment, his heart leaped in his chest with fear- had something happened to them?- but he knew that if that were the case, his mate would be in far more of a panic than a mere look of concern. Wondering what it could be that was bothering her- other than, perhaps, the present exchange. Picking up the mouse he had caught, Weaselstripe trotted over to the calico she-cat, giving her an affectionate nuzzle as he came to stand beside her and dropped the mouse at her paws. "Is everything alright?" he meowed quietly, looking a bit concerned.
(sorry it's a bit shaky lmao)
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Post by Aphelyon on Dec 2, 2017 23:34:23 GMT -5
Also I found, like, the most perfect image ever for this character of mine so is it alright if I add him in? XD I think he might be kind of a foil to Owlwhisker... a cat who is in general a natural leader, but with no desire to lead or even really have any responsibility or even popularity.
[ Crowpaw ] - tall, lithe white tom with long, thick fur, a long tail, and delicate, almost dainty features. His left eye is pale blue, while his right eye is pale green. 16 moons old.
// Personality: Crowpaw is undoubtedly a bit of a loner, having few friends even near his own age. He's never really been one to get involved in Clan life, not by the way of interpersonal relationships or drama or anything of that sort, at least. He is quiet and reserved, to the point of occasionally coming off as a bit aloof, though this is far from intentional. He is quite friendly once he's familiar with someone, but to most cats he is at best a bit awkward around. Of course, that doesn't mean that he isn't loyal to the Clan as an entity, even if he doesn't hold any particular fondness for its individual members. After all, it is the Clan which saved his and his sister's lives, and raised them and kept them strong, and thus it is something good and something to be protected. Putting his emotional distance aside, Crowpaw could be best defined as a logical and level-headed cat, with a decent (if somewhat dry) sense of humor to boot. He almost never panics or finds himself in a situation he simply can't handle, and is good at coming up with efficient solutions to pressing issues on the fly. He finds it easy to take control of potentially dangerous situations, and has no qualms about putting himself in danger so that his Clanmates don't have to. If he would only interact with others more, he really could be someone to look up to. After his sister's death, however, he has only become more withdrawn than ever.
//Kin: Rootpaw (sister, deceased); [name unknown] (mother, deceased)
//History: Crowpaw, as well as his late sister Rootpaw, were actually born outside the Clan. They were found as young kits, less than two moons old, abandoned and starving just outside the territory. It was actually the squawking of birds which attracted the attention of a few warriors on a border patrol, and the sound let them to a bird's nest where a mother crow was extremely distraught to return and find several of her chicks had been killed by a tiny and desperate kitten while his littermate waited on the ground below, hiding in the roots of the tree. The kits were taken back to the Clan when it was revealed that their mother had left the den and never returned home many days prior, and when their mother could not be found they were adopted. With no formal names, it was the incident which led the Clan to them which gave them their names. The two kits were never really taken in by a particular mother, since they no longer needed to be nursed, and grew up for the most part only close to each other. This didn't change when they became apprentices, but unfortunately Rootpaw was killed off by Snowcough, leaving Crowpaw alone. Their warrior ceremonies should have by then passed, but were put off due to the illness, and as it stands Crowpaw still has yet to be given his full name.
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Post by nightrain44 on Dec 3, 2017 2:29:58 GMT -5
(Anyone have any free chars?)
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Post by Sand on Dec 3, 2017 10:31:45 GMT -5
[[ Iโll work on my replies today! ]]
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Post by Honcho on Dec 3, 2017 11:14:05 GMT -5
((Im open to rp if anyone wants too!)) Coding by P H O ฮฃ N I X
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2017 11:53:25 GMT -5
yo this clan looks really neat! hereโs my trash characters , hopefully theyโre ok [ Spiderpaw ] - Small very dark gray mackerel tabby tom with bright yellow eyes and a tan underbelly. // Personality: Spiderpaw is rather quiet compared to the other apprentices. when he does speak heโs known to stutter, as heโs very fearful and jumpy. Spiderpaw is a bit of a pushover, and will do anything for praise (as given his mother abandoned him in a way heโs quite insecure). Heโs rather cynical and world-weary for a cat his age (he is seven moons), and still bitter over his mother โabandoningโ him. He has an interest in medicine, although he tends to be quite quiet about it- but if one talks directly to him about it he gets very excited and talks about it for hours on end. //Kin: N/A // Other: Spiderpaw was originally brought to the Clan as a starving kit by his loner mother, who could no longer care for him and left the Clan soon after. In his kithood, he was in and out of the medicine den many times, due to being more feeble than the other kits. Eventually, this sparked an interest in medicine in him as he was regularly surrounded by the warm scent of herbs. Spiderpaw is gay.  [ Seedspeck ] - A lithe, cream-colored spotted tabby molly with clear teal eyes. // Personality: Seedspeck is almost desperate for the darker aspects of Clan lifeโ like war and battle. She lives for excitement. Due to the lull of day to day activities and chores for the Clan that she completes alongside her more eager brother, she finds herself bored. She often complains, only to get annoyed that nobody listens to her. Sheโs bossy, demanding, and overly stubborn, yet deep down she does care about her brother Doveheart (even if she regularly complains about how stupid he is in her eyes). //Kin: Brother is Doveheart // Other: Seedspeck is straight.  [ Doveheart ] - A pale gray tom with piebald white markings and pale green eyes. // Personality: Doveheart lives up to his welcoming name. He loves chores around camp such as cleaning or ridding the elders of ticks, as he is at his happiest when helping others. This is probably due to the fact he is very insecure about himself, his place in the Clan, and rather low on self-esteem in general. Secretly, he feels that he isnโt nearly as good as anyone else- he canโt hunt or fight well, and the only thing he can do well is pick up thorns off the camp floor to make sure nobody gets one in their foot. Doveheart almost worships his sister Seedspeck, and would do anything for her. He is about 2.5 years old. //Kin: Sister is Seedspeck // Other: Doveheart is bisexual.  |
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Post by แดษชsแดาแดสส ยป on Dec 3, 2017 13:04:11 GMT -5
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I will also be working on replies later today! If any of you are stuck and would like characters to interact with, some people have already put up starters such as myself and a few others that you can interact with! Currently all of my characters can be further interacted with even though some are in conversations at the moment. You can check out my starter to know where they are and if you want cats to interact with! c:
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Post by Sand on Dec 3, 2017 22:02:40 GMT -5
Crestwave ; accompanied by Littlepaw & Cloudpaw .. {{ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ซ โฅ & แดษชsแดาแดสส ยป }}
{{ MeadowClan camp }}
It had taken Crestwave a while to realize that Cloudpaw was only a few feet away from her. She had yet to greet the young tom as she was stuck in her own sleepy, drowsy bubble. A familiar mew made her ears perk up immediately; she didn't need to look at the feline as she already knew it was her ever-growing apprentice, Littlepaw.
To be completely honest, she adored having an apprentice more than anything else. Being able to teach them the ways of a warrior was not only delightful but satisfying; she earned a companion for life and experience. Eyes brightening, she perched herself up appropriately to make eye contact with the tabby. "Hey, Littlepaw!" the mentor chirped before sneaking a glance to Cloudpaw. How had she not realized that the white feline was so close to her? She must have been too engrossed with her thoughts.
Crestwave couldn't help but agree with Littlepaw; she couldn't stand being in camp anymore especially with all the commotion. She wanted to do something instead of sulking around or having a pointless discussion over clan politics. "Thank StarClan you asked, I can't sit still any longer," the ginger she-cat meowed, letting out a sigh of relief before purring in amusement. Hornetbuzz's screech might have sent the mice away, but that didn't mean they would not be there once they checked. "I'd be glad to join you, but I'm wondering if Cloudpaw's interested too."
The classic tabby rose from her spot and padded over to the white apprentice before flicking her tail across his nose. "Hey you there. Get off your rump and join us for a small hunt, yeah?"
She wasn't giving him much of a choice, really; but did it matter? Of course not, prey was vital to the survival of the clan whether it was collapsing or not. This fog would not keep them tied down forever and Crestwave was going to make sure of that.
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DM me if u want