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Post by Fuzzymask on Mar 8, 2018 8:45:55 GMT -5
Just a small rp!
Thin ribbons of light danced upon the sand covered floor, as the sun rose slowly into the light blue sky. Dustface a rather large tom with mostly russet fur and a small streak of light gray streak across his face sat on the very edge of a cliff. The camp just below him. He was on guard for vultures and any other animal that got to close to the camp. He sighed and looked up at the sky. Soon the heat would would drive his clan mates into their shaded dens and he would have to sit there in the heat and hope he would not get sun stroke.
Hookthorn stood as still as she could, her deep amber eyes focused on a furry little mouse nibbling on a old dried nut of some sort. Hookthorn had been hunting for hours and this was all she found in those long hours of stalking around. She took a step forward, her long whiskers twitching. The house suddenly stopped eating on the small nut and looked around. Hookthorn paused in mid step. She was not going to loose this mouse. She leaped forward her claws unsheathed. The small calico she-cat landed on the mouse and quickly broke its neck. "Yes!" she meowed happy.
Sandclan is a small clan that lives in a small sandstone cave. The main camp is in a large open area with a small cliff near the top for guards to sit on. The rest of the camp is in the cave system. A tunnel leads to a different den. Some branch out into unexplored tunnels that are to dangerous to venture in. The entrance of the camp is a large tunnle that leaders out to a sandy beach like area, with high dunes and a ocean far off in the distance. If a warrior heads directly north they will find a thick forest.
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Post by Fuzzymask on Mar 8, 2018 10:46:21 GMT -5
Bump
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Post by Fuzzymask on Mar 8, 2018 16:21:01 GMT -5
Bump
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Post by Stormwing on Mar 8, 2018 20:09:41 GMT -5
Thistlefall picked his way out of the warriors den carefully so as not to wake any of the sleeping cats. He paused as he left the den, his mood lifting as he saw the sun’s rays already filtering into the camp. The long-legged tom began to groom his dark gray and white-splotched pelt in an effort to both look and feel good on the lovely day, however, it proved to be a difficult task and he decided to bask in the warm sunshine instead.
Wrenpaw sat near the edge of the cave, paws tucked neatly under her. The pale brown tabby had woken up earlier than usual, thinking she needed to be on patrol. She sighed. A sickness had claimed her former mentor’s life, and the apprentice wasn’t exactly excited to be assigned to a new one. No cat will ever replace Frozenstem.
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Post by Fuzzymask on Mar 8, 2018 21:24:04 GMT -5
Dustface's eyes scanned the clan down below, cats were just beginning to rise and walk around the sand covered camp. He sighed. He didn't like guard duty very much it was lonely and more than one cat had been carried off by a hawk or a vulture. Dustface glanced up at the sky, nothing yet. He laid down trying to enjoy the sun.
Hookthorn padded into the camp the small mouse dangling from her white muzzle. She dropped the small mouse in the fresh-kill pile. She then noticed Wrenpaw. She paused in mid step unsure if she should bother the young cat. But after a second she trotted over to the young cat. "Good morning Wrenpaw." She purred.
(Hello!)
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Post by 🔻Puppydawg🔻 on Mar 9, 2018 7:19:42 GMT -5
Is their a leader??$
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Post by Fuzzymask on Mar 10, 2018 12:08:16 GMT -5
(Yes! I just didn't see the point in adding her just yet.) (But I will now)
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Post by Fuzzymask on Mar 10, 2018 12:11:50 GMT -5
Russetstar sat just outside her den. Her head held high as she watched her clan.
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Post by Stormwing on Mar 10, 2018 14:12:56 GMT -5
Wrenpaw lifted her head a little tiredly, attempting to blink off the last traces of sleep. “Morning.” She responded, turning towards Hookthorn. The apprentice was still a little lost in her thoughts as she scuffed up the ground below her with her long tail. “Good hunting?” Wrenpaw meowed halfheartedly, lifting her pale green eyes once again.
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Post by Fuzzymask on Mar 11, 2018 12:06:07 GMT -5
Hookthorn sighed and sat down next to the apprentice. "Not really." She purred. "The only thing i caught was a scruffy mouse." the she-cat glanced up at the sky. "Did you sleep well?"
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Post by Stormwing on Mar 11, 2018 13:20:23 GMT -5
Wrenpaw snorted. “Of course not, if you couldn’t tell by my frequent yawning. I kept imagining Frozenstem telling me we were on dawn patrol. Turns out I’m not actually on the dawn patrol.”
((Whatsup?))
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Post by Fuzzymask on Mar 11, 2018 15:00:59 GMT -5
Hookthorn tilted her head slightly. "I think you need to get out of camp." She said softly.
(Nothing muchhh you?)
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Post by Stormwing on Mar 11, 2018 15:09:24 GMT -5
Wrenpaw nodded vigorously. “I’m thinking the ocean,” she purred, “except that I’m an apprentice and I would need a warrior escort...” The tabby looked up at Hookthorn hopefully, a goofy grin on her face. “I can’t wait until I’m a warrior.” She commented. “More freedom to do whatever I want.”
Nothing interesting lol. Avoiding responsibilities.))
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