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Post by rosesong on Jan 22, 2018 18:10:25 GMT -5
Sootstep nodded to the queen. "Thank you." he meowed to her before turning back to his kit. He nudged her gently closer to himself wrapping his tail around his tiny daughter. He nuzzled her back onto her stomach and began to clean her slowly trying not to cry at how much the tiny she kit still smelled like her mother.
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 22, 2018 18:14:51 GMT -5
(You are what we in the industry call evil Clo XD)
Abysskit continued to mewl in protest at the feeling of a coarse tongue across her tiny back, she could sense the distress coming from the source of the strange sensation, and it made the little kit nervous.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Jan 22, 2018 18:16:28 GMT -5
"Shut up, you mousebrain!" Robinsong purred back affectionately, flicking him with his tail lightly before she made her way to the fresh-kill pile, before tripping a bit, her belly getting in the way of her paws. "Mousedung!" She cursed under her breath.
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 22, 2018 18:17:45 GMT -5
Grinning playfully he nosed her shoulder and followed her attentively, moving to rebalance her when she stumbled eyes rolling with amusement. "Four paws, my dear, feel free to use all of them when walking. You have a precious load with you," he teased.
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Post by rosesong on Jan 22, 2018 18:19:55 GMT -5
Sootstep could tell he was upseting his daughter. He took a deep breath to steady himself and pushed his sorrow for his dead mate and two kits to the back of his mind. Poppyshade would want Abysskit to be his priority. "Shhh. Its okay." He whispered "Its just you and me now. But we are gonna be okay. I promise."
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Jan 22, 2018 18:20:38 GMT -5
"Four paws aren't enough.." Robinsong mewed sorely, "I can't even run anymore!" Her paws itched to bound through the forest at full speed, to feel the wind on her fur. She winced as she settled beside the fresh-kill pile, eventually settling on her side - the only way she could even lie down with her massive belly in the way.
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 22, 2018 18:21:05 GMT -5
Settling a little when the strange sensation ceased, the tiny shekit squirmed closer to the warmth of the strange toms paws, and curled up at them with a content little sigh. Enjoying the warmth of the larger tom, and now he was calmer happy to sit beside him without protest.
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Bisexual
Pebble
Pebble ~ Jessi
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Post by Pebble on Jan 22, 2018 18:22:26 GMT -5
(Hello! I am hoping to join If there are any other cats that wanted to be related to these cats I wouldn't be opposed. And if there's anything I should change/add/delete please let me know too.) Name: Pebblepaw Rank: Apprentice Gender: She-cat Description: This calico she-cat is lean, with a relatively average size. Her body seems to be built for jumping and climbing. She is relatively light in color with white paws, underbelly, throat, nose, and chin. Her face is checkerboard-esque with her top right and bottom left a light brown shade, and the top left and bottom right black. Her right ear is black and her left is that same light brown shade. Her fur is relatively short, but soft and fluffy. Her eyes are bright amber, and almost always calculating, focused, and determined. She isn't the most stunningly beautiful she-cat, but still pretty. Personality: She is a very intelligent, hard-working, and stubborn cat. She has a drive that pushes her to pursue being the best possible warrior she can be. She constantly wants to be learning, whether it be hunting/fighting techniques from her mentor or old stories from elders. She is a very trustworthy individual. She is reliable and and never wants to let anyone down. This leads to the fact that she puts a lot of pressure on herself to be the best she can. She tends to go without food, stay up late, and wake up early if she feels dissatisfied with her work. Her stubbornness could is also a flaw, because when she thinks she's right, she will defend it to no end. There is a slight mystery to her, since she never, ever gets too personal. She is a natural leader, by both leading by example and doing what ever she can to help others. Family: Littermate is Boulderpaw History: Screenname: Pebble Other: Name: Boulderpaw Rank: Apprentice Gender: Tom Description: A only ever so slightly larger than average bicolor gray tuxedo tom. He has white paws, underbelly, chest, nose, and chin. He is lean and muscular under his short, smooth fur. He has large paws with rather long claws. His eyes are a shade of bright amber. Personality: This tom is very social and goofy. He is fairly popular due to his genuinely kind and loyal personality. He would do nearly anything for a friend, and only wants the best for his clan-mates. He loves being around other cats and making new friends. However, if and when necessary, he will fight to the death to protect his clan. It takes a lot to make him angry, but when he gets to that point, it is ferocious. He is a naturally gifted fighter, and only getting better with experience. He is not necessarily arrogant, just proud of what he can do. Family: Littermate is Pebblepaw History: Screenname: Pebble Other:
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 22, 2018 18:22:44 GMT -5
Lowering himself to the ground beside his mate, the slender tom curled around her slightly, draping his tail across himself and the queen's stomach. Happy to rest beside her for a while before he returned to his duties in hunting for the clan. "If you're careful, you'd be welcome to come on a hunt with me for a while, obviously you couldn't do too much, but it might be nice to get out of the camp for a while."
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 22, 2018 18:23:37 GMT -5
(Welcome pebble! I'll add later)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Jan 22, 2018 18:26:42 GMT -5
"I'd love that." Robinsong mewe, her eyes lighting up "Being cooped up in camp all day is the worst." She nosed through the fresh-kill pile, searching for a mouse. (....I should totally have her begin kitting while they're out in the forest She'd be fine, but Lightningfang would freak out soooo bad XD)
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Sandstorm
Firepaw, Fernpaw and Beachpaw {note to myself}
Pronouns: she/her/them/they/it
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Post by Sandstorm on Jan 22, 2018 18:26:48 GMT -5
(anyone want to be Firepaw, and Stormpaw's mentor?
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 22, 2018 18:30:00 GMT -5
(Oops I forgot to add your mentors with the rest of them, sorry Sand. They can be Comfreytail and Vineflower)
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 22, 2018 18:31:07 GMT -5
Purring happy to know he'd cheered up his mate a little, he dipped his head. "Stuff your face and we'll get going then."
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Bisexual
Pebble
Pebble ~ Jessi
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Post by Pebble on Jan 22, 2018 18:33:29 GMT -5
(Haha thank you for the welcome!
And tbh I find that screenshot incredible way to go you, Clover haha)
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Post by rosesong on Jan 22, 2018 18:36:33 GMT -5
Sootstep watched his little daughter settle down on his paws and sighed. He was happy to at least have a piece of Poppyshade and that one of his kits had survived but he had no idea what he was going to do without her. He watched out the nursery enterence as various cats of the clan said goodbye to his mate and their two sons and then looked back to his little daughter. He knew one thing, He was going to do anything to keep her safe from harm.
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Bisexual
Pebble
Pebble ~ Jessi
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Post by Pebble on Jan 22, 2018 18:49:39 GMT -5
(I'm just gonna lurk because I feel like theres no natural way to enter this dramatic scenario haha)
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Post by rosesong on Jan 22, 2018 18:53:11 GMT -5
I have cats open including an elder if your apprentices want clean out his den? lol)
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 22, 2018 19:04:14 GMT -5
(ahh my heart, what would you guys like to do now?)
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Bisexual
Pebble
Pebble ~ Jessi
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Post by Pebble on Jan 22, 2018 19:04:17 GMT -5
(Okay! I'll have just Pebblepaw do so because I feel like she likes to hang out in there and learn from the elders.)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Jan 22, 2018 19:10:53 GMT -5
(Imma probably make an elder XD A lovable grumpy old cat who's fond of apprentices)
(Little what do you think of my idea? XD)
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 22, 2018 19:12:18 GMT -5
(completely missed that XD sure)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Jan 22, 2018 19:18:23 GMT -5
(Cool XD)
Robinsong purred and swiped a sheathed paw playfully against his muzzle before she dug into the mouse, enjoying the feeling of her body and the small bodies inside her being nourished. She glanced over at the nursery, acutely aware that Silverflight would be leaving the nursery before Abysskit would be 6 moons old, and that when she did, she would be nursing the small cat. The weight of the responsibility was apparent.
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Bisexual
Pebble
Pebble ~ Jessi
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Post by Pebble on Jan 22, 2018 19:42:04 GMT -5
(I'm just gonna post a starter for those two, in case anyone is interested.)
Pebblepaw entered the Elder's den. Her jaws were full of moss to change the bedding. It was easily noticed that the young she-cat was troubled. Her usually bright and inquisitive amber eyes were full of sadness and confusion. Just like much of the rest of camp, she had heard of the passing of one of the queens and two out of three of her kits. Pebblepaw didn't know the queen very well, but it was still a tragedy. The calico dropped the moss to her paws, beginning to separate it out into nests. She kept her eyes down, and was so deep in thought that she had forgotten to greet the elder's, which is very unlike her. It is more typical of Pebblepaw to request a story or be bestowed knowledge the moment she entered the den. But today was obviously not a typical day.
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Boulderpaw was was sitting just outside the Apprentice's Den. His amber eyes were full of concern as he watched the commotion. The muscular tom's chest ached with sympathy for his clanmates, especially for Sootstep and the only surviving she-kit. He had made the decision to not hover, but still maintain a reasonable distance where he could be called to help at any given moment. The young apprentice knew he couldn't make the situation better, and all he could do was help when necessary. He flicked his ear attempting to not eavesdrop and respect everyone's privacy. He turned his body slightly to block the sound, masking it by stretching out his front paws and extending his long claws.
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