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Post by Morticat on Jan 20, 2018 18:13:05 GMT -5
» B u z z a r d w i n g • C a m p F i n c h s t a r / B r a m b l e p a w
"Ah, I knew we were forgetting a cat," the deputy greeted Bramblepaw warmly, touching his tail to her shoulder to be friendly, "As a matter of fact Finchstar just recruited me from my sleep to go on a hunting patrol," he explained, looking over his shoulder at the leader Finchstar. His apprentice had only just been given to him two moons ago, a gentle and more sweet-like she-cat than most cats he knew and he had been elated to train her - when he was feeling inspired and not like a lump of fur. Buzzardwing knew that to make her into a great warrior for the clan he would have to change some of his unsavory habits, but some he just couldn't let go. "Let's go now so we can get back sooner," he explained, the statement making much more sense in his head than when he said it aloud.
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 20, 2018 18:14:12 GMT -5
(I feel a bit sorry for bird, Stone just sort of came in and started being adorable in front of her XD)
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jan 20, 2018 19:37:57 GMT -5
[ stone just doesn't care about anyone around him other than spider. it's kind of his personality. ]
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 20, 2018 19:38:52 GMT -5
(I don't know about you but I really like their dynamic, I think they're really cute together and hope you agree!)
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Post by monarch on Jan 20, 2018 19:43:43 GMT -5
Bramblepaw purred in amusement at her mentor's comment about returning to camp early. "I actually just woke up from a nap myself, so I haven't been out of the camp all day! The she-cats tail flicked behind her in anticipation. "I want to catch the biggest squirrel out there today." She added her green eyes twinkling.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jan 20, 2018 20:07:53 GMT -5
[ sorry for the short response, busy atm ]
Finchstar let out a soft purr as she watched mentor and apprentice interact. One of her prides as a leader was being able to pair the youth of her clan with one who would not only grow them, but who would in turn learn more about themselves and how each warrior provides for their clan. A bond with such strength and warmth such as the one between Buzzardwing (a loyal, if somewhat selectively participatory warrior) and Bramblepaw (one of the most spirited cats of her age). "If you guys are ready, we'll head out now. A small patrol should do well." She hoped taking Bramblepaw out with just her mentor and the leader wouldn't be too intimidating - but knowing the small she-cat, she would do just well. Finchstar had great hope for her.
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Post by 𝚌𝚊𝚛'𝚊'𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗 on Jan 20, 2018 20:29:22 GMT -5
slides right in !! Morticat i agree... meddo cat salt buddies are always the best im in the middle of a league game, but asap ill read some pages and write something up for hollow unless someone wants to give me a quick update of whats going on in camp rn @@ |
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Jan 20, 2018 20:42:33 GMT -5
☪ Ooc >> Would it be okay if i could claim one of the starchosen? If not then that's perfectly okay!
☪ RP >>
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jan 20, 2018 21:17:05 GMT -5
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smacks my head in
Hey hey! I might join later if I have the tine. If I dont- adorable roleplay c:
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Post by 𝚌𝚊𝚛'𝚊'𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗 on Jan 20, 2018 22:38:29 GMT -5
[ Foxfire | 16 moons ] - a graceful, russet-colored tom with sharp yellow eyes and black markings.
// Description: Honey-voiced and notorious for his flirtatious ways, Foxfire lives life carefree and jubilant. He has a tendency to flirt with anyone, regardless of gender, charming and charismatic in the way he speaks and how he holds himself. Though flirty and young, Foxfire is large of heart. He's empathetic and cares greatly for others, and if made known that his flirting is making one uncomfortable, he's quick to pull back and apologize. Foxfire holds a love for all things, effective at keeping his clan-mate's spirits high in hard times. However, even with his amiable attitude towards others, his youth and relative inexperience lends him a hot temper when he feels the things he believes in or the cats he love are under threat.
//Kin: If you cat has relatives in the clan, please list them
// Other: He never learned how to swim and has an intense phobia of water stemming from an incident of almost drowning as an apprentice, though is skilled at hunting. |
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jan 21, 2018 0:02:07 GMT -5
[ ♡ Bun ♡ - of course! go right ahead! ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » - thank you! while I would love for you to join us, I understand if you don't have time atm :) consider this an open invitation to join whenever you wish 𝚌𝚊𝚛'𝚊'𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗 - adding Foxfire now! ] |
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Post by 𝚌𝚊𝚛'𝚊'𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗 on Jan 21, 2018 0:28:10 GMT -5
would i also reserve the other starchosen spot for fox after he gets a little older? if not since i already have a meddo cat, i understand ! : 0
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Post by Morticat on Jan 21, 2018 0:37:18 GMT -5
» B u z z a r d w i n g • O u t O f C a m p F i n c h s t a r / B r a m b l e p a w
The tom-cat nodded, looking over at Bramblepaw to assure she was ready to get out there too. With that, Buzzardwing followed along behind Finchstar. He hoped that this patrol with his apprentice would go smoothly and he would be able to help Bramblepaw be the best she could to her abilities while not necessarily impressing Finchstar, but to have her see how well she was getting along and learning, so she would see the promise in his apprentice that he saw on a daily basis. |
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jan 21, 2018 0:38:09 GMT -5
[ you don't have to reserve it! cats can earn it through the rp once things develop, I'm just having two spots open for current Starchosen warriors. So not everyone joins with one already ^^" ]
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Post by 𝚌𝚊𝚛'𝚊'𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗 on Jan 21, 2018 0:40:15 GMT -5
that makes sense! a good thing to note then !
also i will... most definitely make a rp post. Eventually. soon,
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Post by Morticat on Jan 21, 2018 1:00:14 GMT -5
{ Can we just have a big Elders plot lmao am I the only one who thinks about this all the time? }
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Post by 𝚌𝚊𝚛'𝚊'𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗 on Jan 21, 2018 2:14:14 GMT -5
Foxfire sat in the camp languidly, licking his fur slowly and steadily as he watched his fellow clan-mates go about their daily business. He had the faint desire to catch prey, though was unsure of who was free for hunting and who was busy at the moment. Yes, he could just go alone, but he would feel a tad silly hunting alone; hunting, in his opinion, was a social event. Sure, hunting was usually a silent activity, but the unmistakable feeling of bonding was ever-present when one was hunting with another. And so he continued to wash himself with his tongue in lavish licks, content to watch the others.
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Hollowpaw was silently sorting through herbs in the medicine cat's den, busying himself with whatever little work the cat could find. Focusing on the task at paw was grueling; he was bored out of his wits, but it was better then leaving the den. He hoped that the other clan members knew better then to attempt to socialize with him, but Hollowpaw wasn't about to take the risk.
Instead, he continued to tidy up the herb storage with careful, but deft paws. He was sure to be extra careful with the fragilest herbs as he worked, dreading the thought of ruining important herbs after just restocking them. And with the thought of herbs and storage, he made a quick check of the amount of borage leaves. Hollowpaw wasn't looking forward to Spiderblossom's kitting, the idea of more work on his load already causing him to let out a preemptive sigh. He never looked forward to increased work, even though such things was the way of the medicine cat.
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 21, 2018 8:17:22 GMT -5
When Spiderblossom awoke again, discomfort struck her intensely. Something she was not unused to after her difficult pregnancy, the slender queen lifted herself to her paws and stretched, only to find even this brought her more pain. Whimpering in confusion, she lowered her head to run her tongue across the swell of her distended stomach, attempting to calm the frantic movements of the kicks inside. Kneading her paws deep into the moss of her nest, trying to take her pain out on something to keep her mind off it until it subsided, but the longer she waited the worse it seemed to get until it was all but crippling. Panic began to wrack her brain, the inexperienced mother had no idea what was going on, but she knew she was in an incredible amount of pain.
Circling in her nest, restless and frustrated by the pain. She continued to try and work away the pain, not realising the truth in what was happening and simply trying to find herself a comfortable place to settle and attempt to go back to sleep. But when she did, the pain only continued to wrack her body, until an inadvertent wail ripped from her throat. Echoing into the camp above her.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jan 21, 2018 11:17:10 GMT -5
{ Can we just have a big Elders plot lmao am I the only one who thinks about this all the time? } [ bruh, we should totally make an elders plot ] [ and Littleflower, ik you're excited to have the kitting but I want to keep timing consistent. we can say that she goes into labor during Finchstar's patrol but I'm not ready for a time skip yet ] |
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 21, 2018 11:19:10 GMT -5
(It wasn't a time skip, I just meant she'd dozed off XD)
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jan 21, 2018 12:01:46 GMT -5
[ ok! that works then! c: If anyone wants to make siblings for Ebonyfeather or have another cat related to Fernstar/Finchstar just lmk]
Ebonyfeather --
Ebonyfeather emerged from the warriors den just in time to see her grand-mothers vibrantly colored tail disappear up the ledge on the side of camp and out into the forest. The she-cat let out a huff of breath. Patrol, probably. She would have enjoyed going with them, if Finchstar had just waited for her to wake up. It was ok, she supposed, even though she would be bored for the next hour or so until another patrol went out. She could maybe find a couple of the apprentices and take them out to train while their mentors were busy, she supposed. Ebonyfeather was never one to shy away from practically anything. She was the type of girl who, when she said she was "down for anything" meant it. Exploring a badgers den, climbing the Moon Tree, or just splashing around in the Night Lake. Whatever it was, Ebonyfeather would do it. She's the type of later to take a dare and run with it, if it meant she would impress some tom-cat or another.
She was still a good warrior though, nonetheless. Being the daughter of a leader, grand-daughter of another (her father was Finchstar's son) she had a legacy to live up to. In this way. Ebonyfeather was nearly clan royalty.
Now that she had nothing to do, she peered around camp for anyone who might join her on a little adventure. In a moment her gaze settled on Foxfire, looking a bit forlorn as he watched the hunting patrol leave without him too. Ebonyfeather let out a soft smile when looking at the tom; they were near in the same age, had been apprentices together, so presumably they were at least friendly with each other considering the two's dispositions. The black she-cat trotted over to him, long legs letting her cover ground quicker than the average cat. (Ebonyfeather had an oriental look, it was from her mothers lineage: slender face, large ears, long legs, and a tad bit of a green cross-eye). "Whatcha up to Foxfire", she greeted the tom, whiskers twitching in an equivalent of a smile.
Stonepelt ---
Shortly after their conversation Stonepelt had walked over to the fresh-kill pile to deposit the sparrow (Spiderblossom adamantly refused it, which was usual for her - she was kind of finicky - but unusual for a pregnant queen. There was a knot in his stomach because of this; he worried about her health, if she was going to be ok, if the kits were ok). Just as he was placing the bird down, the skies errupted with one of the most horrifying noises Stonepelt could ever imagine. He knew it though. That sound.
"Spiderblossom!" His cry was instinctual. He dropped the sparrow where he stood, which was several tail-lengths away from the fresh-kill pile, and darted back to the nursery. Paws skidding over rock, claws out-stretched in anxiety scraping against the hard surface. He nearly fell into the gully, still moving too fast to even process it. "Birdsong!" he cried, as if the she-cat would have not already heard his mates scream of pain. Stonepelt had heard screeches like this before; knew that his mate as entering labor. Was it too early? She was fine earlier? Would the kits be ok? All thoughts that swam through Stonepelt's mind like hungry fishes, nibbling against the walls of his stomach until he was nauseous.
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 21, 2018 12:07:47 GMT -5
(I'm really sorry XD I hadn't meant to confuse/annoy you)
Spiderblossom's breaths were coming in short and harsh pants, shaking as her legs at last gave in and she fell to the ground with a thud, luckily landing in the warmth of her cushioned nest. She clawed at the nest, the pain excruciating even for a kitting. She let out a whimper, pressing her face into the moss of her nest as she strained. "Stonepelt," she begged. Alone and terrified, she could barely process much thought without agony again ripping through her slender frame. She needed her mate, the idea of doing this alone scared her to the very core. Her sides shivered with something a lot stronger then the kicks of her kits this time, and she knew there was little else it could have been.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jan 21, 2018 12:09:37 GMT -5
[ I made an elder for Lionthroat to complain with! So, what I want to happen is on Finchstar's patrol the cats stumble across a sickly rouge. Finchstar is going to open her heart and take them in. I was going to have the rouge, but since I have a lot of cats already I wanted to open up the spot to you guys, if anyone wants it :) ]
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jan 21, 2018 12:10:08 GMT -5
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Alright, you've got me- I've always enjoyed roleplaying with you. I'll get some forms up soon as i can today! Since Im going out.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jan 21, 2018 12:12:34 GMT -5
[ Happy to hear that, Phoenix! When you get your forms up I'll catch you up on what's happened. (Granted, since the rp just started it's not too much ^u^) ]
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jan 21, 2018 12:19:17 GMT -5
[ since Morti isn't on atm, we're just gonna pretend that Birdsong is there doing her thing ]
Stonepelt ---
The silver tabby tom hurried into the nursery, arriving before Birdsong even had. He crouched next to Spiderblossom, rubbing his head against hers frantically. "I'm right here, darling. Right here", he hummed, still on his toes unless he had to jump away from the tortoiseshell as she spasmed. He was sure the pain was tremendous, but Birdsong knew what she was doing. Stonepelt had to trust that. Had to. If he had no trust in his clan-mates was he more than simply a rouge who had stumbled into their camp? No. Birdsong would not fail them. Just as he would not fail his beloved once the kits were born. He would be there for her through the entire process.
(He would be there through her even if the clan fell, he thought, quiet even for a thought. She was above the clan, more to him than the rest would ever be.)
"We have you, Spider", he purred, as if his purrs could help relax her. "You're gonna be fine, ok? Our kits are gonna be fine. I promise."
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jan 21, 2018 12:26:07 GMT -5
[ Frogfoot | 49 moons ] - A long-limbed, lanky, lean, pale yellow-eyed male with short-length ruddy russet fur overlaid by a grey-blue ticked blanket across the top half of his figure.
// Description: Superstitious and eccentric, he can be found muttering to himself or endlessly entertaining the confusion of the cats around him as to what exactly he's even talking about. While kind and smart as a whip, it is difficult to befriend him for nature of his oddities and strangeness that can often irritate others who don't understand him. Amongst that, he has no concept of social boundaries. He loves frogs and small animals and often captures them to study instead of eating.
//Kin: open
// Other: n/a
[ Coppersky | 38 moons ] - Elegant, lean, and muscled is this blue-green eyed feline with short, velvet fur of a deep red-brown shade with darker accents and a pale chin.
// Description: There is little than can get by this clear-headed and observant individual. With his natural insight, he can retain quite an amount of information, and can be a fountain of facts. More often than not he channels it into being an artistic sort, weaving poetry out of his words and actions. However, he can be often sarcastic with it and cynical, as his logic prevents him from ever truly relaxing or seeing anything other than the realistic way they're supposed to be.
//Kin: open
// Other: n/a
[ Daywatcher | 33 moons ] - Tall, long-limbed and quite the athlete is this green-eyed beauty coated in short white fur made dull by the natural dirt of the environment, but still accented by dark ginger-red splotched decorated by darker tabby.
// Description: It isn't difficult to befriend this creature, for she has quite the charismatic tongue and an ease of personality that attracts others to her general warm-natured self. While confident and astute, she is also the humble sort, and lacks much ambition or need to challenge others, and has little interest in badges. However, she can be a tad condescending to others, and relatively faithless in the abilities of others. She can be individualistic to a fault in that she feels the need to protect and care for others at their expense, seeing others as incapable, and that she should use her natural talents for their good.
//Kin: open
// Other: n/a
[ Cloudytempest | 27 moons ] - Rather short but quite muscled, this medium-length furred feline is coated in unbroken white color and paired with dark orange eyes.
// Description: Well, one truly can't call her friendly, but she is incredibly intelligent and astute, enterprising and industrious with a natural resourcefulness that makes her input incredibly valuable. She just rarely gives it with niceness. Materialistic and stubborn, she is vain and bossy with quite the tongue on her that drives most cats away with her relative prickliness. Ironically, she is hypocritical and dislikes those who treat others condescendingly- probably because her view is "only I can beat up my clanmates, not you".
//Kin: open
// Other: n/a
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 21, 2018 12:27:51 GMT -5
(should we skip or just wait?)
The look in Spiderblossom's dark eyes could only be described as absolute terror, the pain was more then anything she could have ever even begun to describe, her entire body shook with every contraction which struck her slender frame. It was agony.
When her mate at last returned to her, the little queen pressed close to him, trying to take strength and comfort from his warmth. It seemed to be an eternity before the first contraction passed, and she was able to breathe again even if it was just for a short time. She tried to sit up, whimpering quietly as they pain began to intensify once again.
She gasped, tensing against the pain, a wail releasing from her battered throat and she lowered herself back to the nest.
By her leg lay a freshly delivered newborn kit, soaked in blood and still inside its sac. Unable to breathe until he was released into the world.
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Jan 21, 2018 12:37:31 GMT -5
[ if she has a healthy litter and no complications we can just skip ]
Stonepelt ---
Watching your children being born creates a feeling that Stonepelt wasn't sure how to describe. Awe. Pride. Love. All things that swirled together in his viscera as if a flower bud had just begun to bloom. "They're beautiful", he whispered as he watched the medicine cat, presumably, pop the kits embryonic sack. Their first born was a male. Stonepelt felt a rush of warmth spread throughout his body. He looked so healthy too. A small purr escaped from the tom-cat. "You're doing amazing, my love," he reached down to lick between her ears. "Just a little bit longer. Look how beautiful our babies are."
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Post by monarch on Jan 21, 2018 12:40:33 GMT -5
» B u z z a r d w i n g • O u t O f C a m p F i n c h s t a r / B r a m b l e p a w
The tom-cat nodded, looking over at Bramblepaw to assure she was ready to get out there too. With that, Buzzardwing followed along behind Finchstar. He hoped that this patrol with his apprentice would go smoothly and he would be able to help Bramblepaw be the best she could to her abilities while not necessarily impressing Finchstar, but to have her see how well she was getting along and learning, so she would see the promise in his apprentice that he saw on a daily basis. |
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