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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2018 19:07:50 GMT -5
it's okay ^^ if you wanna interact w/ softfeather, go nuts - i don't mind
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Post by 𝖘𝖆𝖚𝖈𝖎 𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖌𝖍𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎 on Feb 15, 2018 19:12:40 GMT -5
As Ghostpaw's scent wafted into her nostrils, she looked abruptly, "Hey Ghostpaw!" She called over. She licked her paw and trailed it over her ear, smoothing her fur and at the same time washing her ears. She padded over to him, grinning. { Omg, sorry for small response, I don't feel like adding anything more }
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Post by dawn on Feb 15, 2018 19:15:01 GMT -5
(You can RP with Softfeather or Vixenpaw, either is fine. I'm gonna post a starter for Dogpaw and Scarletnight, so whoever wants to reply to them can!)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2018 19:19:50 GMT -5
Ghostpaw replying to dewfrost
The nervous tom was one who did not often speak; it was just his thing. With a voice rarely heard, it was natural that he often utilised body language to convey what he meant. When he was approached, he glanced up from his grooming and sat up quickly, whiskers twitching as he studied the other apprentice in front of him. Right, Emberpaw.
Ghostpaw dipped his head in greeting, tail slowly curling over his paws. One ear twitched as a bird flew above the camp, chirping rather aggressively. He could only think that there was danger in the direction it had come from, but that was not a surprise, nowadays. Everything seemed to be dangerous - it often made him wonder if MoltenClan's camp was safe, or if they risked an attack. If they were attacked, would the warriors be quick enough to defend it? He wasn't sure.
Sometimes, it was a pain - being too anxious to speak. Nonetheless, he tried his best to appear like he was listening; ears perking forward once again to focus on Emberpaw, for now.
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Post by 𝖘𝖆𝖚𝖈𝖎 𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖌𝖍𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎 on Feb 15, 2018 19:25:55 GMT -5
Remembering he didn't often talk, she cleared her throat, "Er... sorry..." She paused, too awkward to correct herself for apologizing for nothing, "I was wondering... if you wanted to go hunting with me?" She hadn't really planned their conversation out and hated herself for it. At least, for the moment.
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Post by 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖐 on Feb 15, 2018 19:28:31 GMT -5
Steampaw wondered how Vixenpaw would take the news of the strange scent. What if it truly was a threat, and a rogue was out there. Did rogues travel in groups? All he knew was they could be dangerous. Not as dangerous as a fox. He shivered at the thought of a fox, and he scanned the camp. "Softfeather!" he called. The gray tom knew he had to tell someone.
(I'm so bad at long responses sorry -~-)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2018 19:32:24 GMT -5
Vixenpaw replying to Silksong
Surprised at the sudden movement from Steampaw but enchanted by the idea of knowing a secret, Vixenpaw trotted after the larger cat cheerfully, tail waving in the air. She crouched when they got to the solitary section of camp, ears perked forward as she listened. A small ooh escaped her and she considered it for a few moments, glancing to the cats scattered around the camp before she looked back to Steampaw, whiskers twitching in a rather excited manner.
"We should hunt the scent," she whispered, paws kneading the ground. "It can be a secret mission, and we can bring the cat back to camp and show it to Ashstar, and then we can do our trial early."
She didn't know if that was a thing, but damn if she wanted to try it out and see.
Ghostpaw replying to dewfrost
The elegant tom's head tilted to the side in an amused fashion, whiskers twitching. He considered it for a few moments before he stood up, arching his back in a stretch. Yeah, Ashstar had sent him back because it was dangerous - but he wanted to hunt and to stretch his limbs and to be free. He turned his head to look at the camp entrance, tail swishing back and forth.
"Close to camp," he murmured.
[ i gotta gooo ]
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Post by dawn on Feb 15, 2018 19:35:11 GMT -5
Dogpaw To: anyone
Dogpaw sat with his back to the camp, gazing out at the long grasses that surrounded the camp. He could see the volcano way in the distance, and he wished he could have his trial already. He longed to be a warrior, just to prove that he truly belonged in the clan. Truthfully, nobody really treated him different despite the fact that he was born as a rogue, but to him, he felt like he needed to prove himself loyal to Moltenclan. He spotted Emberpaw mooning over Ghostpaw a little ways away, and he sighed deeply, turning his attention back to the volcano. How he wished he could talk to Ghostpaw, but he knew he needed to distance himself from the tom in order to keep his crush a secret. He closed his eyes, letting the heat of the day seep into his pelt. He wished his mentor was around, so he could go out and train. All he wanted was to learn everything he could about the clan. He turned his head around, scoping out the camp. It was definitely possible for him to sneak out. He considered the risk of getting in trouble versus the fierce boredom he was dealing with. He wraped his tail around his legs, deciding against sneaking out and shut his eyes again, trying to relax.
Scarletnight To: @borderline
The dark red she-cat slinked through the forest, keeping her eyes out for any prey. She spotted a vole amongst the brush, and she dropped into her best hunter's crouch. Slowly, she slid toward her prey, making sure to keep her tail from rustling the grass around her. When she was finally near enough to the vole to catch it, she leapt for it and snapped its neck with her fierce jaws. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at the vole, noticing how scrawny it was. Strange, she thought, normally prey is very well-fed this time of year. She shrugged her shoulders, picking up the vole and sprinting back to camp. She absolutely loved race through the tall grass, and her body always felt better after stretching her legs with a good run. When she made it back to camp, she dropped her catch in the fresh-kill pile and spotted her friend, Maplesnow, sitting a little ways off. She had trained with Maplesnow, and although she'd been made a warrior before Scarletnight, the two still remained fairly close. She was one of the only cats Scarletnight was friendly with. She padded over to her, carrying a mouse with her. "Hey, Maplesnow. Would you like to share?"
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Post by 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖐 on Feb 15, 2018 19:36:52 GMT -5
Steampaw's eyes widened at this marvelous idea. "Vixenpaw, you genius!" he meowed in a hushed tone. "When shall we?" He made sure Softfeather didn't hear him, and his ears flicked. He wondered what it would be like to go on a secret mission...it was going to be so fun! Maybe Ashstar would let them take the trial early, they would be the youngest warriors ever. Vixenpaw could even become deputy! [should the rogue be Mercury or Whistle? bye zilong!]
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Post by 𝖘𝖆𝖚𝖈𝖎 𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖌𝖍𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎 on Feb 15, 2018 19:42:27 GMT -5
{ Okay, bye, I got to go too }
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Post by 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖐 on Feb 15, 2018 19:45:47 GMT -5
Bye dewfrost!))
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2018 20:52:40 GMT -5
Maplesnow replying to dawncatcher
So far, Maplesnow's day had been an uneventful one; she had not been asked to go anywhere, and so she was quite content to remain half-dozing, legs tucked underneath her body. Her nose twitched and her ears were laid back against her head, aware of the world around her and yet choosing not to pay any attention to it. It wasn't until another cat approached her that she opened her eyes, taking a moment to adjust to the sudden light before she realised who it was - Scarletnight, it seemed.
"Share..." she repeated, taking a moment to process before she glanced down. Oh, the mouse. Her whiskers twitched as she pushed herself up to sit up straight. Something in her cracked - her back, maybe. She groaned and tilted her head back, before shaking her fur out and curling her fluffy tail over her paws. "Sure, why not?"
It was nice, she supposed, to have someone around her age who she was familiar with. Maplesnow had graduated a little later; she'd only been a warrior for a couple of moons, which had made her older than average for the trial. It hadn't been the trial she'd had a problem with, but an injury she'd gained as an apprentice that had stopped her from participating. Now, at least, she was in her new warrior role and in the next few moons, she'd be able to progress into the status of a normal warrior, and she'd be able to have an apprentice. It was an exciting thought. "How are you?" she asked, to be polite.
Vixenpaw replying to Silksong
The slender she-cat stood up straight and felt her fur warm with pride at being a genius. Vixenpaw did have quite good ideas, and she was rather aware of it. Sure, they were considered stupid-slash-foolish by the warriors, but maybe they just didn't see the amazingness of it all. She waved her tail cheerfully and looked away, eyes wide as she surveyed the warriors.
"Soon," she said quietly, "we'll have to sneak out at some point. When do you think we can?"
She flicked her gaze to Ghostpaw and Emberpaw, before glancing around again. Would anyone notice if they left? She really wasn't sure; it was entirely possible that someone was watching them right now.
[ i don't mind d: either's fine ]
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Post by dawn on Feb 15, 2018 21:06:50 GMT -5
Scarletnight To: @borderline Scarletnight was aware that Maplesnow wasn't the most friendly cat, and honestly neither was Scarletnight. She was also aware that Maplesnow probably didn't wish to talk to her, but she had no interacted with another cat for quite awhile, and she wanted to at least have a conversation with someone, and she'd rather that someone be a cat she actually didn't hate. Her eyes observed Maplesnow. The she-cat was incredibly pretty, and she looked very similar to her mother, Sagestar. Scarletnight briefly wondered how the tortoiseshell and white she-cat was handling her mother's death, but she decided not to pry. Instead, she took a bite of the mouse and considered Maplesnow's question. Truthfully, Scarletnight wasn't sure how she was. It felt like there was a heavy rock on top of her at all times, and she couldn't get it off no matter how hard she tried. Ever since her father's death, her relationship with Burntpetal, her mother, was incredibly strained. Burntpetal was constantly trying to reach out to her daughter, but Scarletnight couldn't help but feel her mother was somewhat responsible for her father's death. How? He'd protected her when that flea-ridden fox had attacked her, and he ended up paying with his life. Burntpetal didn't even seem grateful! Scarletnight had been close with her father, and she couldn't bring herself to forgive her mother for her lack of grief. Of course, she wasn't about to tell Maplesnow this. She just shrugged and looked at the other she-cat, "I'm fine. How are you?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2018 21:36:11 GMT -5
Maplesnow replying to dawncatcher
Sagestar's passing was supposed to upset her but - well. Maplesnow and her mother had not been on close terms, especially after the passing of both her father and her littermates - Oakpaw and Pinepaw. Her family had been a shattered one, and now she was the sole survivor...but she didn't mind that, really. Being alone was like a fresh start, even if she still remained in MoltenClan. She'd grieved already for her mother, and she would move on. It was a shame that they could never rekindle the closeness they had had when she was a kit but, but...
There were always 'what ifs' and 'buts'. She couldn't linger on them for too long.
"I'm pretty good," her tail waved back and forth, "concerned about the fox. I think I saw Ashstar and...Flamepelt go out on a patrol with Ghostpaw, but the -paw came back." she narrowed her eyes and twitched her whiskers, paws absently kneading the ground as she glanced to the mouse. She was a little hungrier than she'd thought. "Been doing anything interesting?"
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Post by dawn on Feb 15, 2018 21:46:00 GMT -5
Scarletnight To: @borderline Scarletnight took a bite of the mouse and swallowed it, having a bit of trouble eating it as she had never been a big fan of mouse to begin with. She'd only picked it from the pile because she didn't see any birds in it. Birds were her favorite prey. She also was a huge fan of deer, but she'd only had it once as an apprentice. They were incredibly common in their territory, but at the same time, they were incredibly difficult to catch. Oh well, a full belly is better than an empty belly, even if she didn't love the taste. She looked over at Maplesnow and thought back to the scrawny vole she had caught. "I was out hunting today, and I caught a vole, and it was really scrawny. Almost no meat on it at all." She was aware that this didn't sound that interesting, but she couldn't help feel bothered by it. "I don't know why it bothers me so much, but prey during New Leaf is supposed to be pretty plump and well-fed. I don't understand why this vole was not." She shook her head, feeling stupid for being worried about something as small as that. But she couldn't shake the feeling that the scrawny vole meant something bad.
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Post by ᵏᵉˢᵗʳᵉˡ on Feb 15, 2018 22:22:06 GMT -5
mallowpaw. response for... @anyone
The day started off like any other day: with tranquility. A breeze lackadaisically caressed his cheek as he raised his head to survey the boundless blue sky. Somewhat motivated, he soon found himself slinking through the warm grass of the camp and disclosing an opening that he liked to refer as his little hideout.
It wasn’t much of a ‘hideout,’ really, and it still remained inside of the clan’s perimeter, but it avoided the center of all fervent activity, albeit narrowly. He was aware of his own personality and the fact that his shy attribute was hindrance when it came to interacting with others. It made him elusive, like a trail of thought that could not be re-evoked, and it made him content with remaining by the sidelines where the notion of remaining hidden suppressed his bundled nerves and was replaced with calm.
For him, solitary silence was an escapist’s paradise. And, of course, for the reason that reality tended to be cruel to an idealist and his wishes of remaining secluded, all faultless serenity was soon shattered by the mere presence of a cacophonous package.
They were quiet for now, but he was certain that their rambunctious rapport would present itself in a matter of seconds, because Quailfeather was up to his sprightly antics yet again. Perhaps, to some extent, it was - though he would never admit it out loud - amusing. Or, he sympathized, in the case of the soon-to-be-woken Ebonybird, exasperating.
He watched, motionlessly, as the magnificent, young gray tom prowled forward, with that perpetually dynamic atmosphere of his encircling him so naturally. His strong muscles rippled beneath his sleek fur, and his plumy tail, a direct honor to his name, slowly swished back and forth like several smooth waves rolling against sand. His vibrant green eyes twinkled with genuine determination and affection (as usual), and his current expression paralleled that of an excited kit's.
From what he'd accumulated, Quailfeather had always been the peppy sort, with an aura to him that made him easily approachable and surprisingly amicable. The gray tom was, in a way, an effective powerhouse regarding both the personal characteristics and strengths he exhibited. His resilient mentality rivaled that of Amberstone's, and he offered robust company to those who were gallant enough to withstand his adventurous tendencies. It was a wonder how they shared a mutual understanding of one another when their temperaments distinctively contrasted each other. Supposedly, it originated from the more quiet, supportive, and charitable attitude he illustrated, which tended to be overshadowed by his winsomely boisterous personality and manner of speech most of the time.
A little ahead of him was Ebonybird, soundlessly resting on his side and fully indulging the warmth of the sunlight. His body was so wiry and long that had Mallowpaw been a stranger to the tom, he would’ve mistaken him as a fallen branch of sorts. Behind him, his tail was curled, taking the silhouette of a watchful viper. As the opposite of Quailfeather, he was one mysterious addition to the clan. He was steadfast and loyal, yes, but mystifying and idiosyncratic in a myriad of ways, too.
It was then his brief observation of Ebonybird was hastily interrupted by a blur of gray. His eyes could barely keep up with the fleeting yet deft movement of the magnanimous tom, who remained, even as he utilized all of his muscles to pounce, utterly silent. In a matter of seconds Quailfeather stood triumphantly over Ebonybird’s form with a gray paw pinning him down (although he'd already been lying on his side in the first place).
“My win and your loss again, Ebonybird,” he heard from the animated warrior, though he noticed that Ebonybird was wholly static, unmoving. Quailfeather seemed to take notice of this, too, and he proceeded to shake the black tom by his shoulder. At first, his movements indicated mild curiosity, which then gradually morphed into alarm. Still, there was no response from the crafty warrior underneath his gray paws. “Great Star Clan, I think I've killed him! Ebonybird!”
He continued to watch impassively as Ebonybird raised his head to face the distracted Quailfeather, then heard him state a simple, fatal: “Boo.”
Now that he sat, eyeing the camp's activity while recollecting vague portions of his memories, Mallowpaw remembered this particular event and the dialogue that had been shared afterwards. He remembered how Ebonybird had teased Quailfeather and responded to his muttered complaints by saying: "You have only yourself to blame for ambushing me yet again, dear Quailfeather. Right, Mallowpaw?" He remembered how Quailfeather had plopped his chin against his own paws with an indignant look settling over his features, even as his green eyes had still retained imperishable amicability.
In truth, Mallowpaw wasn't sure why this was the memory that'd emerged before him amongst the millions of events that he'd faced during his life. Was it because he was watching the two toms share a few words together now, though he could not hear what they were saying? Was his memory overlapping with the present? Or was it because it'd been the most subconsciously distinctive yet tranquil clip of his past?
Tranquil, huh, he idly thought. With the unnerving knowledge of a stray predator meandering across their territory and the violent loss of their leader, the air now was anything but placid.
amberstone. response for... dawn
Perhaps one of the greatest assets Amberstone could offer to the clan came from his personality, which readily equipped him when it came to fulfilling the clan’s needs. He was an all-rounder regarding his duties, and it reflected in his stoic personality a great deal. A defender. A supporter. In a myriad of different aspects, he was a defensive specialist, steadily standing behind others and unwaveringly aiding those he could to the best of his capability. It applied even during his fights.
If he was needed at any point in time, he wanted to do the best he could for his clanmates. He would never say it aloud, of course, as his reticent nature prevented him from doing so, but his affection and devotion went far. And, although his affection wasn’t as ardently displayed as, say, Quailfeather, it surely came in subtler forms.
“Why the long sigh, Dogpaw?” Sitting next to his apprentice with a flick of his ear, Amberstone followed the direction of the younger individual’s gaze so that he, too, briefly spotted both Ghostpaw and Emberpaw. It was true that he’d spotted Dogpaw stealing glimpses of a particular someone quite often, and, well, apprentices didn’t do that for absolutely no reason now, did they?
Masking the twinge of amusement he felt and the purr that rose in his throat, he allowed his gaze to rest on the massive form of the volcano. No doubt that had Ebonybird spotted the earlier scenery, he would’ve stated a small remark along the lines of: ah, youth. An elder in a warrior’s body, that one.
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Post by ᵏᵉˢᵗʳᵉˡ on Feb 15, 2018 22:27:19 GMT -5
( sorry for posting these starters so late! " )
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Post by 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖐 on Feb 15, 2018 22:30:07 GMT -5
Steampaw to zilong "We could go late at night, when it's dark and quiet. Or we could leave during sunhigh, so it would be less noticeable!" he purred. It was so exhilarating planning all of these..well, plans! Steampaw's tail lashed with excitement, barely being able to contain it. He shifted from paw to paw, scanning the camp.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2018 22:44:33 GMT -5
[ it's okay, canis ^^ would you like me to use anyone to reply to mallow? ]
Maplesnow replying to dawncatcher
After a moment's hesitation, the large she-cat took a small bite and chewed thoughtfully. She considered Scarletnight's words carefully, her eyes narrowing. A skinny vole? She supposed it was possible that they were spooked by the fox and thus were put off eating, or perhaps it was a runt that had not been supposed to live.
"There are many reasons why a piece of prey would be skinny," she stated idly, settling down with her paws tucked underneath her body. Her tail stopped moving, remained motionless against the soft earth beneath it. "Was this the first skinny vole you've seen?" she supposed it was a valid question; if there were many, then maybe they had an issue.
But she'd seen a rabbit that Ghostpaw had brought back, and that had seemed fat. Then again - rabbits always seemed to manage to remain fat. Golden eyes flicked to the trees that partially covered the sky, dappled light shining through. They narrowed thoughtfully, and she dipped her head down to take another bite of the mouse. She didn't care for mice; her large paws and sharp claws were good for catching fish, and she could spend all day there. Fish, however, seemed more likely to become buzzardfood, and so she often waited until she knew they would be eaten. Yes, she could eat many fish on her own; but that was not in Clan spirit.
"The grass is growing well, perhaps they are stressed," she suggested, deciding to voice her thoughts rather than keep them to herself.
Vixenpaw replying to Silksong
She considered these options before she rolled her shoulders in a shrug and pounced forward, trotting towards the warrior's den and using her tail to gesture for Steampaw to follow. She crouched for a moment before she pounced on top of it, shaking her fur out once she was on top. The bushes that surrounded the camp weren't high, and that meant that it was easy enough to jump over them. Worming through them meant the risk of thorns. She'd learned that the hard way.
"Or," she began, whiskers twitching. "We could just not go out the front."
Honestly, Vixenpaw didn't care if any others saw them. If she was caught, then she was unapologetic; what were they gonna do, stop her from being a warrior? Fat chance.
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Post by dawn on Feb 15, 2018 22:49:18 GMT -5
Dogpaw To: ᵏᵉˢᵗʳᵉˡ
Dogpaw whipped his head around to see Amberstone sitting beside him. He felt his fur grow hot, hoping his mentor hadn't noticed his attention to Ghostpaw. He shuffled his paws, trying to think up a reason for his sigh. "Erm...just bored, Amberstone." He hoped he believed his excuse, but Dogpaw had never been great at lying. Every time he made something up, his fur stood on end, and it was fairly noticeable. He coughed, wondering what he could say to change the subject. He spotted the fresh-kill pile in the middle of camp, and he flicked his tail toward it. "Can we go, um, hunting...maybe?" Ugh why can't I compose myself? He thought. Just thinking about Ghostpaw made him nervous, and now someone had finally noticed.
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Post by 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖐 on Feb 15, 2018 22:50:32 GMT -5
Steampaw to zilong Steampaw eagerly followed the sleek she-cat, and hopped onto the warriors den. "I understand I've said this before, but Vixenpaw, you truly are[i/] a genius!" he told her, his ears perked. The gray tom was ready to follow her lead. He thought of her as the brains, and himself as the brawn.
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Post by 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖐 on Feb 15, 2018 22:50:55 GMT -5
Steampaw to zilong Steampaw eagerly followed the sleek she-cat, and hopped onto the warriors den. "I understand I've said this before, but Vixenpaw, you truly are[i/] a genius!" he told her, his ears perked. The gray tom was ready to follow her lead. He thought of her as the brains, and himself as the brawn.
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Post by ᵏᵉˢᵗʳᵉˡ on Feb 15, 2018 23:02:59 GMT -5
[ it's okay, canis ^^ would you like me to use anyone to reply to mallow? ]
( thank you ^^ anyone would be great c: i'll get a starter up for quail and ebony hopefully soon haha )
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2018 23:05:47 GMT -5
i'm actually gonna sleep now bc its 4am and im a heathen but like, if you still need someone to reply (to anyone) when im awake, i'll do that d:
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Post by 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖐 on Feb 15, 2018 23:06:33 GMT -5
Me too, amazing timing. Night!
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Post by ᵏᵉˢᵗʳᵉˡ on Feb 15, 2018 23:11:57 GMT -5
oh dear that's really late please go and rest. and thank you, zilong, that sounds wonderful ^^ see y'all later!
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Post by ᵏᵉˢᵗʳᵉˡ on Feb 16, 2018 0:08:09 GMT -5
ebonybird. response for... @borderline && 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖐
As the camp slowly churned with activity and the wilderness around them awoke to the sun’s warm rays, Ebonybird found himself stretching his stiff arms and legs. The air that brushed past his sleek, black pelt felt pleasant, and he idly twitched his ear.
New leaf was far more kinder than Leaf-bare, though he was aware that it was still far more warmer here than it was in, perhaps, other territories. He vaguely remembered hearing stories of lands that were utterly blanketed by pristine white, silencing life with its merciless cold and instilling serene desolation. It was arduous to conjure thoroughly, given how things had always worked for their clan, though it was an intriguing illustration for the mind to piece together.
He blinked his keen, green orbs and drew a paw over his ear, content with slowly indulging the life that enveloped him. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to rest with all the consecutive catastrophes their clan had encountered and the lives that had been lost by the claws of the vile predator. As a result, he was still somewhat weary underneath his usual expression, and a jaded point lingered within his gaze. Before his thoughts could dwell on the subject any longer, however, he was hauled out of his reverie by two familiar voices.
“We could go late at night, when it’s dark and quiet. Or we could leave during sun high, so it would be less noticeable!” “Or, we could just not go out the front.”
"I understand I've said this before, but Vixenpaw, you truly are a genius!"
Oh, no. It didn’t take him long to realize that he’d stumbled across two scheming apprentices planning mischief first thing in the morning. First thing in the morning. And, he noted, to make things simply even more enthralling, he mentored one of them. It never, never, meant a good thing when a young individual such as Streampaw spoke the words: or we could leave during sun high, so it would be less noticeable. It was a taboo by this point. (He would be lying if he said that he’d never said these exact words in a similar situation when he’d been younger.)
Quietly, stealthily, he maneuvered himself to the side of the den, where he could evidently see the luminous delight in his apprentice’s amber eyes. The sight of Streampaw’s elation almost diminished his resolve to put a stop to whatever mischief they were arranging; the two reminded him of himself and his own companions when they’d been much younger. Even so, as appealing as the idea could be, this wasn’t the time for executing misconducts.
Not when the fox was most likely nearby, waiting for another unfortunate blunder. And two apprentices doing something reckless now was, undoubtedly, a very, very, stupid blunder. He wasn’t certain what he’d do if either one of them left enthusiastically and never returned. The very thought snapped his weariness into two, leaving him wholly awake.
“I hate to interrupt you,” he meowed, with a small, crooked smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, “but it seems that you're having a rather interesting conversation together. Mind if I join?” It wasn't a question, really, and the tall, wiry warrior wasn't concerned with an answer. The subtext underneath his words was indisputably self-explanatory.
( i found myself typing this out to throw ebony somewhere but if there's a problem w it please lemme know and i'll delete it! )
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2018 2:52:32 GMT -5
OOC: Here is a little starter !)
Mossthorn and Curlpelt to anyone.
A bundle of tall grass stalks quivered as Mossthorn slipped in between them to lay down, blowing one away from his face and setting his chin on his paws. The small tom's feathery tail bobbed behind him, sticking out of the grass noticeably. He was on the outskirts of camp, watching the peaceful day start going as cats quietly buzzed around each other and formed patrols, a few loners like him sitting at the sides in shade. He was aware as Curlpelt, without asking, trotted over to settle on her haunches a few steps from him, and opened her pink mouth to say something insignificant. Luckily Mossthorn saw and stood up, without even looking at the she-cat and walked to another part of camp looking for something to do, glaring down everyone like the grump he is even on a quiet day, daring them to approach him. Unsolicited small-talk would not best him..
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2018 9:17:03 GMT -5
Vixenpaw replying to 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖐 & ᵏᵉˢᵗʳᵉˡ
"It's true," she tilted her head to the side, claws digging into the soft moss atop the fallen log, "I am a genius."
Vixenpaw liked having her ego fed; it was a good feeling, especially when it looked like she had a follower. She wiggled her hindquarters, ready to jump over the bushes - but a voice caused her to freeze in her movements. The ginger she-cat stayed entirely still for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she considered her options. Ditching Steampaw? A good option, but it seemed that the tom's mentor was already here. A low sigh escaped her and she jumped down from where she'd been to stand in front of the warrior, keeping herself tall and proud. That was how previous leaders did it, right? Tall, strong, noble. She hoped she could learn to give off that same air.
"Hello, Ebonybird," her voice was all silk and smoothness, a young she-cat used to being able to use words to get what she wanted. There was no doubt that when she was older she would be a powerful force; even if she didn't reach higher ranks, she would certainly make an impact. That, she was sure of.
For now, though, it was a matter of debating on what to tell the warrior. Her gaze flicked, only momentarily, to Steampaw. Get him in trouble and get out of it herself? Tempting, but she didn't like to back out of a challenge. After a long moment of considering it, she laughed and sat down, leaning to the side as her hind leg scratched at her flank.
"You can join if you promise to take us out of camp," it was obvious she hadn't missed the subtext; she was choosing to ignore it, to remedy the situation in her own little way. "We'll even tell you the reason why if you agree."
But, of course, that meant a deal had to be struck; there was a high probability, in her mind, that Ebonybird would disagree - but it was worth a try. The slender apprentice stood up again and her tail waved in the air without a care in the world. It seemed that the fox was something not entirely on her mind; but then again, there were the rumours surrounding her - tales of intrigue and mystery about her and her ability to speak the vulpes tongue. In her mind, it was no different than another animal speaking felis, or a cat speaking aves. It just took effort.
Her name was fitting, though, and so she managed to care very little about the danger in the territory. While the foxes were unruly and bloodthirsty, she found that it was easy to climb trees to escape them, if need be.
Hollystrike replying to @forgotmenot
Two fish, still barely alive, were settled in the large tom's jaws as he entered the camp, having made a quick trip nearby to the river. He twitched his ears and considered the fresh-kill pile; remembered the scent of the hunting patrol, and decided to drop the smaller fish on the pile while keeping the larger in his mouth. Then, Hollystrike let himself glance around camp, picking out cats who were alone and then those who were not. He saw two apprentices being talked to by Ebonybird, he saw Ghostpaw speaking (or not; it didn't look like he was speaking) to Emberpaw, he saw Dogpaw and Quailfeather. Life seemed to be normal, the patrols were out, and he wanted to share his fish with someone.
After a few more moments, his gaze caught sight of Mossthorn. He watched the warrior move away from another, found his whiskers twitching in amusement. There was his target.
As calm as one could be, the foxlike cat padded over to the other and set the fish down, before settling himself down, too. His tail swayed back and forth, and he mustered up an expression that could be seen as innocent, but promised that he knew exactly what he was doing. It seemed that he could not help but choose those who were grouchy to talk to, as he'd spent many a day in the elder's den as an apprentice, always pestering them to the best of his ability.
"Hello, Mossthorn," he greeted, "would you like to share this fish with me?"
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Post by ♥𝒵𝒪𝑀𝐵𝐼𝐸𝒢𝑅𝑅𝐿♥ on Feb 16, 2018 11:38:54 GMT -5
Briarsong smiled slightly, the Tom had completely avoided her question, which she found almost amusing. She watched him go for a moment and then sniffed the air, remembering his scent. She looked around the base of the volcano for a bit before deciding she should get back to camp.
((I will be more active later today, but I have work this morning!))
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