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Post by Littleflower on Jan 29, 2018 20:46:12 GMT -5
(I'm waiting for Morti XD)
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Post by Squirellfire on Jan 29, 2018 20:48:19 GMT -5
(Squirrelheart is kinda just there. ![:(](//storage.proboards.com/6575102/images/RCFqazfvhbMAeE5hIhD3.gif) )
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Post by Morticat on Jan 29, 2018 21:05:11 GMT -5
{ Squirellfire - You could make some more characters so you can get more involved? }
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Post by Squirellfire on Jan 29, 2018 21:06:35 GMT -5
{True. I'm literally about to leave for a roomate thing though... I'll create them later. ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/6575102/images/lNtnPuxeCzkaKMNYVXVv.gif)
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Post by Morticat on Jan 29, 2018 21:13:18 GMT -5
» M i l k s t a r • C a m p S q u i r r e l h e a r t / D a p p l e d b l o s s o m
Milkstar purred and dipped his head to the medicine cat, "Thank you Squirrelheart. Are they healthy? Does Dappledblossom need anything?" He asked her, looking very adamant on helping. Though he had missed their kitting, he felt it was probably for the best that he hadn't been in the way of the medicine cats and breathing down her neck with worry. "What strong, beautiful little ones we have welcomed into the clan," he murmured in a low voice directed to his mate. One of these kits would one day be his trusted adviser and lead WillowClan once he could no longer. They would be tending to the patrols, report back to him on border patrols, and gain the respect of their clan-mates. Milkstar gently nosed each kit on their flank, feeling an instant connection to each one. "WillowClan will be stronger than ever," he thought.
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 29, 2018 21:17:39 GMT -5
A tiny mewl slipped from Splashkit's lips, unable to make much other noise yet until she grew and her lungs developed more. Soon she would be talking, purring and meowing like any other cat. But for now she was entirely vulnerable to the world around her, depending only on her mother to provide safety and warmth to the tiny newborn. Smaller than her brothers and sisters, the little kit squirmed under her father's touch. Pressing her tiny nose into his face when he touched her, burrowing her little paws into the warmth of his fur and squeaking when she found it wasn't the familiar smell of her mother.
"We?" she purred with a laugh, "It felt very much like I was doing most of the work," she teased with a loving grin lacing her expression. Dappledblossom lifted her head to nuzzle her mate's cheek when he approached her, a purr rumbling from her throat as she watched the antics of their tiniest daughter. "They're perfect," she whispered tiredly. Resting her head against his shoulder, enjoying the closeness of her mate and family. "And they need names," she added with a smile.
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Post by aether on Jan 29, 2018 22:07:42 GMT -5
[ hey, i posted a joining form. so far it's just one cat, but i do want to make another soon. let me know if everything is okay ]
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Post by Squirellfire on Jan 29, 2018 22:33:08 GMT -5
(Back. Sorry for the ghost. Had a meeting. ;P)
Squirrelheart smiled at Milkstar. "Just rest." She laughed. "The hard part is over for now." She stepped away as Milkstar stepped forward to meet his new kits. She turned to Twistedfoot and asked "Would you mind if I went and looked for some water mint? We're running low, and we never know when we might need it"
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Jan 29, 2018 23:33:27 GMT -5
☪ Ooc >>
☪ RP >> Once the tiny she kit had finished eating her belly was now plump and she felt stuffed, she decided to crawl and explore the soft and squishy materiel she was on. Every once in a while her paw would touch something soft, rolling into a patch of sunlight, the golden ginger patches lit up like embers.
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Post by Squirellfire on Jan 29, 2018 23:41:01 GMT -5
Squirrelheart noticed one of the kits plying in the nest and giggled at how it was exploring the world around it. "Cute." She mewed. She placed her paw in front of it and made a little indent in the moss for it to explore. "Moss is fun to play in, isn't it little one?"
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 29, 2018 23:45:13 GMT -5
Watching her newborn daughter, already adventurous and curious of the world around her, in spite p the fact that she could not yet see or hear any of it, directed only by scent. Dappledblossom lowered her nose to touch it to her daughters ear with a gentle purr, carefully guiding her so she wouldn’t hurt herself, as unlikely as it was in the safety of the nursery the new mother was clearly nervous. Looking to her mate with a small smile, “Emberkit,” she decided as she watched the flame like patterns dance on her back.
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Jan 30, 2018 0:00:17 GMT -5
» OOC || . ||
» LARCHSHADE | LAKE | TAWNYMASK, THUNDERSTONE, APPLEPAW ˜*•. ˜”*°•.˜”*°••°*”˜.•°*”˜ ˜”*°•.˜”*°••°*”˜.•°*”˜ .•*˜˜*•. ˜”*°•.˜”*°••°*”˜.•°*”˜ The dark furred warrior dipped her head, trying to conceal a mrrrow of amusement. She momentarily clutched her belly, as if all the laughing matters would make her last meal appear before her eyes. "Darkshadow could get along with anybody," Larchshade replied with a twinge of friendly sarcasm. "I could nearly see him and Rabbitfur hunting with us. StarClan knows that would go great." She looked around, her gaze scouring the surrounding landscapes. Her eyes lingered on the declining lake once more, but she shrugged it off. "Suppose we try to catch some fish?" She proposed, using her paws to gesture to the moderately wide expanse of water.
» GALEKIT | CAMP | DAPPLEBLOSSOM ˜*•. ˜”*°•.˜”*°••°*”˜.•°*”˜ ˜”*°•.˜”*°••°*”˜.•°*”˜ .•*˜˜*•. ˜”*°•.˜”*°••°*”˜.•°*”˜ Galekit felt Milkstar prod his side, and he breathed in his scent. Who's this? Probably our father, he concluded in his mind as he flipped over and rolled on his side. The white kit was somewhat large for a newborn kit, and he pressed against Dappleblossom and his littermates as he tried to crawl with his unsteady legs. He felt nervous, being out in the world for the first time.
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 30, 2018 0:04:23 GMT -5
Offering her nose as a manner of support at the little kit took his first tottering steps in the moss,a purr of pride rumbled from the new mother as she helped him as best as she could. Moving to steady him when he stumbled, laughter lighting her tone of voice as she guided the kit carefully back to the curve of her belly. The toms fur was as white as snow like his father, she purred gently as she pressed her nose into his fur and said quietly. “Galekit.”
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Post by aether on Jan 30, 2018 1:09:39 GMT -5
[ 'ello everyone! I'm new here, got my floof ball Blizzardfang who is ready to rp. anyone got a spare character? ]
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Jan 30, 2018 12:34:05 GMT -5
|| I've got Brightfall open||
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Post by Squirellfire on Jan 30, 2018 12:57:52 GMT -5
{Squirrelheart is open.}
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Post by Sierra on Jan 30, 2018 17:40:13 GMT -5
{ Here's a starter I posted earlier! }
• Silversong • Warrior • Edge of clearing • Open // Open
Silversong sat at the edge of the clearing in a cool, shady spot, from where she surveyed the commotion around the nursery. Dappleblossom must have had her kits, and although Silversong yearned to go see them - she was always quite curious about these types of events, she restrained herself to a nervous twitch of the tail. For a moment she looked around for Birdpaw, but deemed it useless, and returned to her quiet observing of the camp. She suddenly yawned and was reminded of her duties as a warrior, to which her head snapped to Milkstar's sleek form by the elder's den.
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 30, 2018 20:03:52 GMT -5
(If you're wanting to rp Sierra it'd be cute for the elder to come meet the clan's newest members?)
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Jan 30, 2018 21:46:31 GMT -5
☪ Ooc >> Sierra I can post a starter! ☪ RP >>
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 30, 2018 21:55:43 GMT -5
(would you like to rp cute ember and dappled again?)
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Jan 30, 2018 21:56:54 GMT -5
☪ Ooc >> Sure, Dappled could start to give her a bath!
☪ RP >>
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 30, 2018 21:59:08 GMT -5
Watching her newborn daughter, already adventurous and curious of the world around her, in spite p the fact that she could not yet see or hear any of it, directed only by scent. Dappledblossom lowered her nose to touch it to her daughters ear with a gentle purr, carefully guiding her so she wouldn’t hurt herself, as unlikely as it was in the safety of the nursery the new mother was clearly nervous. Looking to her mate with a small smile, “Emberkit,” she decided as she watched the flame like patterns dance on her back.
Carefully, the queen lifted her daughter up with a gentle movement, and rested the fluffy newborn between her front paws. Cuddling the shecat to her chest, she slowly began to give the newborn kitten her first bath. Working the blood and dirt from birth out of the kits fur, and trying to clean the little kit.
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Post by aether on Jan 30, 2018 22:54:04 GMT -5
Blizzardfang returned to camp, a plump water rat between his jaws. He was returning after having spent some time sun bathing, and found a piece of prey along the way. He couldn't stop the itch in his paws to catch it - but there was no reason to refrain, seeing that prey was always welcome. He'd also come back to camp with various leaves tangled into the strands of his fur - as if his fur was velcro. After dropping off his water rat at the designated pile, he scanned the camp. There was quite a bit of commotion surrounding the nursery. Before leaving to lay in the sun, Blizzardfang heard murmurings that Dappledblossom was going to have her kits. He wondered curiously how that had gone, but didn't want to overstep his boundaries. He didn't think his big, goofy paws should go anywhere near a newborn kit. Instead, he huffed and went to work on grooming himself.
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Jan 30, 2018 23:13:41 GMT -5
» OOC || . ||
» GALEKIT | CAMP, NURSERY | DAPPLEBLOSSOM ˜*•. ˜”*°•.˜”*°••°*”˜.•°*”˜ ˜”*°•.˜”*°••°*”˜.•°*”˜ .•*˜˜*•. ˜”*°•.˜”*°••°*”˜.•°*”˜ Galekit accepted Dappleblossom's help, striding forward with the help of her nose. He felt loved, a warm fluttering feeling in his soul. He snuggled against his mother's fur, breathing in her familiar scent once more. He felt proud that he'd learned to walk more or less, but strangely vulnerable. The strange new world both excited and terrified him. Soon he would be out there with the rest of the warriors. I'm going to be a warrior! He purred quietly, before he went back to drinking milk.
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 30, 2018 23:19:03 GMT -5
(so cute, might explode)
Watching her son, her little warrior, tired already from even the smallest of ventures brought a warmth to the new mother’s heart as she nuzzled at his tiny frame. Tucking him as close to her as she could without moulding into the newborn kitten, I would lay down my life for you four, she vowed with a smile. Whilst she might never have the same relationship with the chosen kit as it would with their father, she would love them all regardless of any choice they made. She would always be a shoulder to cry on, a source of comfort and love that they could always depend on. In that moment, this was what she vowed.
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Post by ♡ Bun ♡ on Jan 30, 2018 23:22:02 GMT -5
☪ Ooc >>
☪ RP >> Emberkit as her name was now official, although as she was about to wiggle forward she felt herself being lifted from the ground. Cold air hit her belly and she wailed, but she was soon engulfed in warm soft fur, that smelled heavily of her mother. She nuzzled her chest, and began to purr although it was quite broken as she could not hear herself but could feel the vibrations. She quickly stopped once she realized her body was being lapped with a rouge thing, she wailed Trying to escape her mother's grasp as if she was saying, no not bath time!
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 30, 2018 23:25:48 GMT -5
A short mreow of laughter left the queens lips at her daughter’s obvious disapproval of her grooming attempts, making gentle hushing sounds the queen pressed her nose deep into the little kits black and golden dappled pelt, nuzzling her all over with little ticklish movements. The smile on her face almost immovable as she played with her little daughter. “Vocal, aren’t we little one?” She spoke, mostly to herself but she hardly cared. For these were the days that meant the most to any mother, building that bond with the new litter of kits which would connect them for the rest of their lives. “Perhaps Loudkit would have been more fitting.”
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Post by Morticat on Jan 30, 2018 23:35:09 GMT -5
{ Good evening! Sorry I've been busy. }
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Post by Littleflower on Jan 30, 2018 23:36:36 GMT -5
(good morning! Hope you’re doing well!)
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Post by Morticat on Jan 30, 2018 23:37:59 GMT -5
{ Littleflower - I keep forgetting you're a whole day ahead of me in timezones lol. }
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