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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 21, 2018 22:26:23 GMT -5
{Cyber-Walker, I don't see why not. Just fill out a form. It may be a while until your accepted though as Littleflower is ill.}
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Post by 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗐𝗇 on Feb 21, 2018 22:27:44 GMT -5
Alright then! I'll go ahead and work on my forms now, so I can post them tomorrow. ^^ ))
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 21, 2018 22:28:33 GMT -5
{Sweet.}
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Post by rosesong on Feb 21, 2018 22:58:44 GMT -5
(Forgot they are siblings lol)
Swansong nodded “I know it doesn’t.” She watched him make another catch thinking they probably had enough prey to head back to camp when she heard him talk “what’s odd?” She asked looking around
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 21, 2018 23:26:44 GMT -5
"I could've sworn I just saw..." He meowed, then stopped himself, not wanting to worry her. "Never you mind." He evaded the question. "I think this hunting patrol has been successful." He meowed, echoing her thoughts. "Perhaps we should head back to camp."
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Post by 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗐𝗇 on Feb 22, 2018 20:41:59 GMT -5
Here are my characters! ))
Name: Sandpaw Screenname: cyber-walker Rank: Apprentice Gender: Female Description: Sandpaw is a light-brown she-cat with long fur. Slightly darker stripes rest on her forehead in an "M" shape, and then run along her back to end at the tip of her fluffy tail. The fur around her muzzle is colored white. Her small nose is light pink, and her round eyes are honey yellow. Personality: Sandpaw is patient and quiet. She likes to keep calm and listen to what others have to say, in hopes of learning something important. She tends to watch overs as if she were a mother caring for her kits, making sure that nobody is hurt or bullied. She does not faulter easily from rash words or insults, and will likely fight back in defense. She's constantly looking out for her brother and guiding him. History: She was born into the clan. Family: Her brother is Duskpaw. Other:
Name: Duskpaw Screenname: cyber-walker Rank: Apprentice Gender: Male Description: Duskpaw is a chocolate-brown tom with long fur. His coat is plain, no markings showing anywhere. His nose is dark brown, and his wide eyes are light green. He seems to be smaller than his sister, making him appear the weaker of the two. Personality: Duskpaw is very self-conscious and constantly nervous. He does not like being among large groups, and hates being the center of attention. Due to being emotionally weak, he always seeks for his sister's guidance and protection, and very rarely leaves her side. He can be a very kind friend once you get him to trust you. History: He was born into the clan. Family: His sister is Sandpaw. Other:
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2018 19:26:03 GMT -5
"You'll heal up and be useful again." Owlstrike said. "The medicine cat knows what to do." She took a couple more bites before she stopped and sat up, licking her muzzle.
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 23, 2018 20:17:41 GMT -5
{Hey Plaque, Was Owlstrike with Ravenwing?}
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2018 22:14:58 GMT -5
(Yeah I think so)
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 23, 2018 22:18:01 GMT -5
{Ok, Just wanted to make sure...}
Ravenwing stretched her leg again, finding the splint more of a hindrance then a help now. "Yes, but Mistypaw is always so grumpy these days. I remember her being such a happy kit." She meowed, trying to ignore the splint. "I wonder when that changed..."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2018 22:21:05 GMT -5
"Mistypaw is your apprentice? Maybe in the meantime another mentor can look after her while you get better." Owlstrike said, trying to comfort the she-cat.
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 23, 2018 22:35:28 GMT -5
{Mistypaw is the Med cat apprentice... Ravenwing is a warrior... Awkward.}
Ravenwing looked at her and cocked her head in confusion. "Mistypaw isn't my apprentice." She meowed awkwardly. "Come to think of it, I don't think I have an apprentice to look after."
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 23, 2018 23:04:38 GMT -5
@plaguedoctor
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Post by rosesong on Feb 26, 2018 9:35:22 GMT -5
(Hey I’m here!)
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Post by rosesong on Feb 26, 2018 9:37:32 GMT -5
"I could've sworn I just saw..." He meowed, then stopped himself, not wanting to worry her. "Never you mind." He evaded the question. "I think this hunting patrol has been successful." He meowed, echoing her thoughts. "Perhaps we should head back to camp." Swansong squinted her eyes looking at him but not wanting argue, she said nothing and nodded her head in agreement before digging up the prey. She took half of the pile and started walking back towards camp.
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 26, 2018 11:04:22 GMT -5
{Sorry Rose, Today is a bad day for me, but I will reply as much as I can...}
Stormfeather took the other half of the prey and quickly followed her, not wanting to prove that if he did see something, it wouldn't catch up to them...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2018 15:32:41 GMT -5
"Have you wanted an apprentice?" Owlstrike asked. "Me personally I don't think I could handle an apprentice just yet." She laid down tucking all her paws underneath her and decided to stay talking with Ravenwing until someone needed her somewhere else.
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 26, 2018 15:38:11 GMT -5
"Have you wanted an apprentice?" Owlstrike asked. "Me personally I don't think I could handle an apprentice just yet." She laid down tucking all her paws underneath her and decided to stay talking with Ravenwing until someone needed her somewhere else. Ravenwing cocked her head in thought. "I've never really given it any thought." She meowed after a moment or two of silence. "I mean, it would be wonderful if I had an apprentice, but I'm probably too much of a mouse brain to have one." She joked. "I mean, look at where I landed myself." She gestured with her tail. "I'd be lucky to check the elders for ticks right now."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2018 22:23:06 GMT -5
"It's not your fault it's definitely no one's fault when there's a flood. It's only idiocy if you think you could've beaten the flood and not get injured when you got caught in it." Owlstrike said.
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Post by Squirellfire on Feb 26, 2018 22:26:17 GMT -5
Ravenwing shook her head. "I don't blame any cat for getting caught in the flood." She lied. "I made an ill-advised decision and now I get to sit in the Medicine Cats den for a moon or so." She meowed.
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Post by Squirellfire on Mar 2, 2018 21:21:35 GMT -5
{Bump}
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Post by Squirellfire on Mar 2, 2018 22:55:49 GMT -5
{Howdy Clover. It's been a week. You up for an RP? I think you and Plaque Doctor both have a charrie with Ravenwing.}
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Post by Squirellfire on Mar 2, 2018 23:00:20 GMT -5
{Hey Rose! How goes it? It's been a long little while. }
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Post by Squirellfire on Mar 2, 2018 23:11:34 GMT -5
{Lol. Poor Ravenwing. She has to deal with Maskedpaw and Mistypaw. } Ravenwing thought on this for a moment. "I think the Medicine Cats should at least be aware of this dream...vision, whatever this is." She meowed, having trouble for the first time in her life to find the right words. "I don't know the will of Starclan, but I would hate for you to be brought down with guilt about not telling anyone but silly old me about it." She tried to joke as she considered herself if she would feel guilty knowing about this and doing nothing.
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Post by Squirellfire on Mar 2, 2018 23:34:50 GMT -5
{Lol. That must be really good as 1 of my other charries in another Clan is a trouble maker for Med Cats.}
Ravenwing nodded, his comments pulling her from her thoughts. "There isn't much to be gained from being unkind." She meowed half distracted. She noticed him blush and chose to ignore it, even though she was laughing on the inside. Does he have a crush on me? She thought happily to herself. "Don't worry young one. Stormfeather pranks them all the time. Perhaps that is why Mistypaw is always so grumpy." She joked.
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Post by Squirellfire on Mar 3, 2018 0:17:08 GMT -5
Ravenwing couldn't help but smile at Maskedpaw. He does have a crush on me. She thought as she silently giggled to herself. She helped him up and rested his head on her shoulder. "This should help clear your head she meowed, trying to hide her amusement. "You do know that they prank him back, right?" She asked him. The last prank he pulled on them, they put some herb in his fresh kill while he was 'sick' in their den. The herb made him sick." She meowed, laughing at the memory.
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