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Dec 4, 2017 18:37:37 GMT -5
Post by Littleflower on Dec 4, 2017 18:37:37 GMT -5
(hey clo, anyone you'd like to rp with particularly?)
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Dec 4, 2017 18:40:41 GMT -5
Post by rosesong on Dec 4, 2017 18:40:41 GMT -5
Mistyleaf nodded "everyone is fine." She meowed. She hated lying to her son and it filled her whole body with pain even imagining for a second that her mate was still alive but she had to focus on Racconpaw. He would have to forgive her later. She took a few bites of mouse herself feeling her body gain a small amount of strength and hoped that her son was doing the same. "Take another bite." she meowed pushing the mouse at Raccoonpaw before standing up. "Ill be right back. Finish that mouse while i am gone." Mistyleaf padded over to her daughter who was trying to wake Emberpaw who seemed to sad to lift his head. She gave her daughter a knowing look and flicked her tail towards an area without other cats two tail lengths away. "We need to talk." she meowed quietly
(Littleflower how long was the timeskip we did. Trying to figure out when we should have Mistyleafs kits. She is having the four named in the prophocy right? Should I PM you to discuss the details?)
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Dec 4, 2017 18:40:51 GMT -5
Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Dec 4, 2017 18:40:51 GMT -5
(Brb, gotta grab food)
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Dec 4, 2017 18:43:54 GMT -5
Post by Littleflower on Dec 4, 2017 18:43:54 GMT -5
(maybe a couple of hours XD don't panic, I want to build up the fact that there is no communication with starclan for a while, and just before the kits come for there to be a prophecy which catalyses the need to move to a new camp, i.e. they stay here long enough to get somewhat healed, and perhaps a lot of snow makes it difficult for them to leave)
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Dec 4, 2017 18:45:41 GMT -5
Post by rosesong on Dec 4, 2017 18:45:41 GMT -5
(okay. cool. but the kits in the prophecy will be the kits she has?)
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Dec 4, 2017 18:46:09 GMT -5
Post by Littleflower on Dec 4, 2017 18:46:09 GMT -5
(of course)
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Dec 4, 2017 18:49:49 GMT -5
Post by rosesong on Dec 4, 2017 18:49:49 GMT -5
(Okay i figured. Just checking! sorry I am a worry wart )
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Dec 4, 2017 18:50:40 GMT -5
Post by Littleflower on Dec 4, 2017 18:50:40 GMT -5
(no worried )
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Dec 4, 2017 19:00:56 GMT -5
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Dec 4, 2017 19:00:56 GMT -5
Putting her body as close to her mate as she could manage without moulding into his fur, she took a delicate bite of the prey before her. Thankful for the warmth it filled her belly with, but she was still clearly hurting from her wounds. She rested her head against his shoulder as she gazed around what was now the makeshift camp. "I cant believe what's happened," she said after a moment, the dumbfounded tone apparent to her voice.
(dammit they're cute, I'd have her perhaps be pregnant, but I'm concerned by the explosion of kits that might cause) [/b][/sub][/quote] (I agree! Maybe on the journey?) Eaglestorm nodded, taking another bite. 'Singedstar is gone, and Raggedclaw is leader now. Our camp is ruined, and Timbershine and Snowpool are dead. We lost 3 young cats today, cats too young to join StarClan.' Then, his frown lightened. 'The clan will recover. Stormflight and Mistyleaf's litters will grow strong.' He mewed,determined.
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Post by Littleflower on Dec 4, 2017 19:08:26 GMT -5
Echoshade watched camp with a wistful look to her expression, entwining her long grey tail with his and pushing close to him. "I hope so," was all she could think to respond with. She feared for the kits who would come to this clan after all that had happened, what world would they be welcomed into. "Have you seen Stormflight's kits?" she asked after a while, wishing to change the subject. "They're awfully sweet."
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Post by rosesong on Dec 4, 2017 19:12:42 GMT -5
Mistyleaf nodded "everyone is fine." She meowed. She hated lying to her son and it filled her whole body with pain even imagining for a second that her mate was still alive but she had to focus on Racconpaw. He would have to forgive her later. She took a few bites of mouse herself feeling her body gain a small amount of strength and hoped that her son was doing the same. "Take another bite." she meowed pushing the mouse at Raccoonpaw before standing up. "Ill be right back. Finish that mouse while i am gone." Mistyleaf padded over to her daughter who was trying to wake Emberpaw who seemed to sad to lift his head. She gave her daughter a knowing look and flicked her tail towards an area without other cats two tail lengths away. "We need to talk." she meowed quietly (Littleflower how long was the timeskip we did. Trying to figure out when we should have Mistyleafs kits. She is having the four named in the prophocy right? Should I PM you to discuss the details?) (for you sky!)
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Dec 4, 2017 19:20:22 GMT -5
Post by Dagegen5 on Dec 4, 2017 19:20:22 GMT -5
((Hey guys, it's almost time I turn in my towel for the week; I've got a lot of studying to do, so I'm gonna put my characters outta commission in about a day or so. You guys are welcome to kind of have them do whatever; I don't mind anyone taking control of Emberpaw and Smokesong to further the plot along, but nothing too major or character breaking, of course. I'll be sure to let you guys know when I fully become inactive, of course. P:))
Emberpaw's body still quivered as he remained next to Raccoonpaw, hardly reacting when the tom moved. He was thrilled, of course, but nothing could remove the gut-wrenching knot that had twisted its way up into his insides. He shoved the food away with his paw, unwilling to eat anything with the way his stomach was feeling. Besides, his throat felt thick and dry from the soot and ash in the air; he thought moderately about getting some water, but his legs refused to move him. The apprentice felt Willowpaw's nudges but elected to ignore them somberly; he shifted next to his brother and coiled up into a tighter ball, tail tip wrapped around him and laying across his nose.
It was not envy that settled in his gut as he thought of the bravery that his siblings had exhibited during the explosion, but more the enveloping sensation of dread. Raccoonpaw saved Dustkit with every fiber of his being, returning the kit back safe and sound at the cost of his own health. Willowpaw looked like a leader in the fray, despite her eyes lighting bright with tension, commanding Emberpaw and other clanmates into safety. Both of them were brave, facing the wretched world with steady paws. Mistyleaf, despite her emotional stupor on the mountain, even managed to take the some of the responsibilities as a leader upon her own shoulders, organizing patrols to help the clan manage to survive the traumatic event.
What had he done in that time?
He wasn't able to manage saving Timbershine, Singedstar or Snowbird, leaving them all to become fodder for the hungry fire. He recalled tugging on his mentor's scruff, doing his best to get her to a safe place before the fire could engulf her body; the wretched scent of burned flesh seemed to waft through the room as he thought of it. Emberpaw had only scorched paws to show for the event, reminders of his weakness in removing the branch that trapped his father to his demise. Countless others had died to the flames and river of fire and the apprentice hadn't even been able to acknowledge the horrid concept; he felt like a catastrophic failure and looked to the sky. The stars were blanketed by the thick smog that still billowed from the mountain in wide, pluming ribbons and Emberpaw knew that there would be no comfort the skies; no ancestors would look down upon the surviving cats tonight.
He wondered if the smoke would ever make way for the stars that were supposed to guide their paws.
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Dec 4, 2017 19:27:04 GMT -5
Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Dec 4, 2017 19:27:04 GMT -5
"They are." Eaglestorm agreed with a purr, just as eager for a lighter topic. "Little Lionkit looks just like his father." He observed, looking over at the kit. The brown tom, practically a miniature copy of their new leader, sat close beside his mother. He looked dazed from the commotion, but unhurt, looking around with still-closed eyes in a comically regal fashion.
Willowpaw nodded and gave up on her mission to make Emberpaw eat. She pushed the mouse towards him in case he changed his mind, and padded over to join her mother.
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Dec 4, 2017 19:27:21 GMT -5
Post by rosesong on Dec 4, 2017 19:27:21 GMT -5
(are you going to be on for a little bit tonight?)
Adderstrike carried his mouse over to Smokesong and placed it at her feet. "You wanted a mouse" he asked in an amused tone referring the comment she had made when he had had to lift her up on the mountain top. "And before you ask I already sent one of of the warriors to give prey to your daughter. " he meowed
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Dec 4, 2017 19:30:56 GMT -5
Post by Littleflower on Dec 4, 2017 19:30:56 GMT -5
Her gaze flickered over to the little litter of kits, a smile brimming on her expression as she watched them squirm close to their mother's belly. A little chuckle drawing from her throat, tail flicking from side to side as though melancholy. She'd always wanted kits of her own, but now was hardly the time to bring yet more lives into the clan. MountainClan needed her as a warrior, not a mother. Returning her gaze to her mate, she flinched at the last part of the sentence. "From what I've heard, that may not be considered a good thing," he said firmly.
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Dec 4, 2017 19:33:43 GMT -5
Post by rosesong on Dec 4, 2017 19:33:43 GMT -5
(oh that reminds me, Littleflower did you see my post of Mothkits info?)
Mistyleaf sat down next her daughter and flicked her ears "Both your brothers are not doing well. Emberpaw emotionally and Racconpaw physically. I think Emberpaw needs some time to heal and comes to gripe with losing his father and mentor. Racconpaw on the other hand is who I am more worried about. He is in a very delicate physical state and anything slightly upsetting could hurt him. So..." she took a deep breath before looking her daughter in her eyes and continuing "When he asked about his father I told him that he is alive." Mistyleaf held back tears at that last word and looked down at her paws waiting for her daughters reaction
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Dec 4, 2017 19:36:59 GMT -5
Post by Littleflower on Dec 4, 2017 19:36:59 GMT -5
(Yep I saw it)
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Dec 4, 2017 19:41:08 GMT -5
Post by rosesong on Dec 4, 2017 19:41:08 GMT -5
(okay cool just checking )
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Dec 4, 2017 19:44:29 GMT -5
Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Dec 4, 2017 19:44:29 GMT -5
Eaglestorm's eyebrows raised at this. "Why so?" He asked curiously, still unaware of the split between Stormflight and Raggedclaw.
Willowpaw felt emotion rise in her chest at the thought of her father. That wound was still raw and painful. She blinked in alarm at her mother's last sentence. "He's going to find out eventually." She mewed. "Won't he be more hurt then?"
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Dec 4, 2017 19:45:56 GMT -5
Post by Dagegen5 on Dec 4, 2017 19:45:56 GMT -5
((I'll be spotty tonight, for sure; I have, two lab notebooks to finish up and turn in tomorrow xD But I did want to throw out a couple responses to keep up. ))
Smokesong had settled down near her daughter and her kits, along with the other warriors that grouped together around the kits after she had spoken to Raggedclaw. She found it funny, almost, that the small mewling bundles of thin fur could manage to captivate and distract a group of adult cats about the gravity of their situation. It wasn't a bad thing, she knew, as the elder did much the same as the rest of them, desperate to pull her mind away from the family and friends she had surely lost in the disaster. At the approach of Adderstrike, she tilted her head towards him and purred lightly when he spoke. The elder was about to manage words to tell him that others needed to eat first, especially Stormflight, but the warrior seemed to be able to read minds. She blinked her blurred eyes gratefully, responding with a soft, yet sarcastic mew, "Well, since you carried out your part of the deal, I guess you get to carry me the rest of the way too." Smokesong stood to her shaky paws, and gingerly grabbed the mouse from his jaws.
"Now, Adderstrike, have you eaten yet?" she chided firmly, her words a little muffled by the prey in her mouth.
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Dec 4, 2017 19:50:14 GMT -5
Post by nightrain44 on Dec 4, 2017 19:50:14 GMT -5
(Ok, I have Amberheart and Badgermoon open. Can you start us off?)
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Post by Littleflower on Dec 4, 2017 20:00:20 GMT -5
Frowning the shecat shook her head with a sigh, her eyes dancing across to the form of their soon to be new leader and she hesitated for a moment. She explained the situation to her mate with a hushed tone, the pity for the kits was apparent in her tone, but she didn't want to upset the new mother by being loud enough to be overheard, or anger Raggedclaw. When she was finished she looked to her mate expectantly, wondering what his response would be.
Stormflight watched her mother eat the prey in silence, her long tail twitching from side to side as she shifted. Struggling to get comfortable with no bedding beneath her but the cold hard twoleg floor, the little kits cuddled close to her warmth.
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Post by rosesong on Dec 4, 2017 20:12:48 GMT -5
Adderstrike let out a laugh at the elderly she-cats words "its a deal Smokesong." he purred in amusement before shaking his head in answer to her last question. "I was just about to see if any cats wanted to gather bedding. This floor is cold and cats need to stay warm this time of year. I will eat after." He meowed looking at the elder fondly. "They had developed an unlikely sort of friendship because of the tramatic event and he was grateful for it.
Mistyleaf nodded "its a possibility." she admitted looking off at her two sons "But think of how Emberpaw is acting now. He blames himself because he couldnt save them all. He isnt sleeping or eating. Imagine if he was hurt. He feels hopeless and when a cat feels hopeless they feel there is nothing to live for and when they feel there is nothing to live for..." her voice trailed off and she let a tear trickle down her cheek. She took a deep breath and turned back to her daughter "I cannot lose your brothers." she meowed "But if you really dont think you can participate in this and dont think its the right thing to do, i need you to tell me."
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Dec 4, 2017 20:19:53 GMT -5
Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Dec 4, 2017 20:19:53 GMT -5
Riverheart padded over to Stormflight, dropping a large bundle of moss at the queen's feet. "I brought some bedding." She meowed in a friendly manner. "I'm sure this must be very uncomfortable. The fire didn't get to the water, so there was still a lot of moss."
Eaglestorm nodded slowly as he learned of the situation. "That's a bit worrisome." He admitted. "A leader that doesn't want to look after his kits, but is expected to look after the clan?" He mewed in a low voice. "Especially in a time like this...For the time being, we just have to trust that Raggedclaw knows what to do, I guess." He reasoned. "He was chosen as deputy for a reason."
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Dec 4, 2017 20:22:34 GMT -5
Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Dec 4, 2017 20:22:34 GMT -5
Willowpaw touched her tail tip reassuringly to her mother's shoulder. "It's your decision." The young she-cat mewed, "But I think Raccoonpaw is strong enough to know the truth. He survived the mountainside all on his own and brought Dustkit back. He may be a prankster, but I know my brother." She mewed firmly. She had always been level-headed, but the eruption seemed to have brought a new level of maturity to Willowpaw. She was thinking more like a warrior, like a leader even, of how different cats would react to different situations.
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Post by Littleflower on Dec 4, 2017 20:32:33 GMT -5
Looking up at the sound of approaching pawsteps, the tired queen made her best attempt at a friendly smile but how tired she felt did little to help her tries. When she saw her offer, the small shecat shook her head firmly. "Please no, give it to the elders, it will be much more helpful for their old bones," she said with a yawn, looking over to her mother.
Shaking her head with a certain level of uncertainty, "I don't know, how can we trust someone willing to abandon his kits?"
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Dec 4, 2017 20:40:15 GMT -5
Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Dec 4, 2017 20:40:15 GMT -5
Riverheart smiled and nodded. She knew the queen was tired, but admired her selflessness. "For the kits, then." She replied, sliding some moss over. "There's more than enough." She added, brushing her tail reassuringly against the queen's flank as she padded past to deliver some moss to Smokesong.
Eaglestorm smiled and curled his tail around her. "We don't have a deputy." He pointed out. "Now isn't the time to turn on our leader. Without leadership, we'll be thrown into chaos. I feel badly for the kits, I really do, but with everything that just happened, the clan needs to be held together somehow." He purred and licked her cheek. "Once we find safety, then we can think about all that." He mewed.
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Dec 4, 2017 20:40:40 GMT -5
Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Dec 4, 2017 20:40:40 GMT -5
(Sorry for the poof xc I’m back though! And I believe all my cats are open c: ) (No worries! Wanna RP?)
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