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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 8:15:54 GMT -5
thank you to those who joined, but this clan is officially an abandoned project. this is partially due to lack of interest & activity between members, and a lack of wanting to roleplay cats on my behalf. to prevent plagiarism of any kind, the front page has been deleted.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 14:36:00 GMT -5
this clan is now open.
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Post by -` gumi Β΄- .β« πΎ on Mar 20, 2018 16:15:32 GMT -5
Rolls in
sorry i was making rp layouts for my babes c':
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 16:21:51 GMT -5
gently stops from rolling
man i wish that were me but i suck at layouts so i just do basic stuff cuz that's the sort of person i am (':
would you like to roleplay?~ jsyk, i assigned tundrastorm as cinderpaw's mentor but if you don't want her to mentor him, i could put him under sweetberry instead ^^ i might wait for potential joiners before assigning firepaw's, unless you want him to have a mentor straight away? 0: if so, i'll switch so one of mine mentors him + i can wait for new joiners instead~
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Post by -` gumi Β΄- .β« πΎ on Mar 20, 2018 16:27:42 GMT -5
i like doing rp layouts- i feel like they keep me organized in a way c':
But yes, I would! And no- it's okay! Maybe we could make it seem like Firepaw had to wait for a mentor until his ear healed, so his official apprenticeship started late?
Did you wanna rp Cinderpaw and Tundrastorm, then? Or any other pairing? c':
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 16:29:34 GMT -5
oh man, i'm like...the least organised person on the planet (":
niceee omg okay!! that sounds like a good plan ^^
i'm fine with that, unless you'd like to roleplay someone else? 0: i'm pretty hype to roleplay all of my kids (even pinestar, as old and smelly as he is)
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Post by -` gumi Β΄- .β« πΎ on Mar 20, 2018 16:36:19 GMT -5
I'm quite alright doing a little mentor apprentice thing at first c': I'd like to see if this pair can function well together!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 16:37:51 GMT -5
sounds good to me! i'll get up a starter for you once i grab some food~ ^^
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Post by -` gumi Β΄- .β« πΎ on Mar 20, 2018 16:41:22 GMT -5
Sounds good! I'll reply when i can c:
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 17:01:01 GMT -5
Cinderpaw starter for Tundrastorm
As pale sunlight trickled through the bare branches of the trees, the quiet camp of DuskClan began to stir. Despite the newleaf air, it was bitterly cold - what would have been dewdrops had become ice, and frost lay thick on the ground as if it could protect already-dead grass. But none of this was of concern of the slender tom who lay curled up in his nest, tail-tip to nose and thick moss surrounding his body. Even as he dozed, his breath came out in little puffs of white; and yet it was not this that woke him up. From time to time, his body would tense or his paws would flex, and his jaws would part in a soundless motion.
Nightmares were not a new thing to Cinderpaw, nor would he ever be free of them. He did not know why he got them, and he didn't know how to get rid of them - but they were something private and kept to himself, something he didn't dare breathe a word of. After all, he had once thought, a few moons ago, if they think you get scared by a dream, they will surely force you to leave.
If he were being perfectly honest, he did not like the idea of having to fend for himself. There was something oddly comforting about living in a Clan - there was a sense of belonging that he didn't think he'd get elsewhere. All he wanted to do was be useful.
One leg stretched out as the apprentice awoke, jaws parting in a wide yawn that ended in a small squeak. Then, all four of his legs stretched out; for all the elegance he could put on display, he found that mornings made him as gangly and awkward as he had been as a newborn kit, not yet used to how long his body was. Sharp eyes blinked once, then twice - and he rolled onto his belly and pushed himself up, shaking himself free of moss. I'm not getting back to sleep, he thought glumly, turning his head in the direction of the den's entrance and squinting. The weak sun tried so desperately to enter - but still, the den remained dark, and surprisingly snug despite the low temperatures. Even so...he had to admit, he was not particularly fond of the cold, as his short fur made it hard to warm up. He didn't really want to move from his nest, and yet move he needed to. A soft hup escaped him as he forced himself onto his paws, stumbling only briefly before his tail lashed out and helped him find his balance.
Cinderpaw finally pushed himself out of the apprentice's den and into the wide space that was DuskClan's camp, a sharp shiver running down his spine as he realised the extent of the cold. Dug into the earth, the dens were rather warm even when it was cold; they were insulated, he supposed, and they had the added cover of moss. Speaking of...he turned his head to survey his pelt - a little out of place, but he didn't have any moss stuck to him...aside from in his hind claws. He groaned quietly and set his haunches on the solid earth, reaching down to give himself a quick groom to free the moss from his claws and to try to settle his short fur a little, to make himself look more warrior-like, or something.
Did warriors ever look out of place? He didn't think so, but he supposed that idolising them did not particularly help. Sure, their leader was a bit of a greasy tom - but he'd heard stories of him being a regal cat, so he suspected it was age. Nope. He didn't think he'd seen warriors truly disheveled before - and if he had, then it was for good reason! Not for sleeping!
His gaze flicked up to the pale sky and he squinted. Light snow was falling, the flakes settling into his fur but melting just as fast. It didn't seem to be sticking to the ground despite the frost, so he doubted that it would stay around for long.
The prey on the fresh-kill pile seemed to be stiff and frozen, but that didn't particularly bother him. After all; he wasn't allowed to eat until he was given permission, and that meant he couldn't really take anything. Cinderpaw shook his head and began to pad towards the warrior's den, before slowing until he came to a stop, hovering a few fox-lengths in front of the den. I can't just go in and ask her to come out, he thought, ears half-flattened.
So, he sat. He sat and waited patiently. A few times, he shifted his position to look more regal, until his ears were pointed and his back was straight. He'd seen warriors sitting vigils before! He just...needed to be as good as everyone else, that was all. He waited patiently for his mentor in this position, despite the snow settling against his fur in a rather snug fashion.
It's cold, he thought miserably, but did not move.
( hmu if you want/need more to work with c: i just thought i'd lay out a setting since i, like a fool, did not manage to put up any information about season/weather so here we are, suffering. i'll probably add that to the front page now, though ~ )
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Post by -` gumi Β΄- .β« πΎ on Mar 20, 2018 17:14:35 GMT -5
not at all! That was perfect c: I might give a shorter response, but hopefully not too short! I try to match what Iβm given! But itβll be a few before I can reply, since I just left my house to pick up my sister. I wonβt be long though, maybe until the half hour mark hits c:
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 17:19:46 GMT -5
ahh thank you ~ omg it's okay! i don't mind if you give something shorter, i just get excited that's fine! take all the time you need c:
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Post by -` gumi Β΄- .β« πΎ on Mar 20, 2018 17:36:28 GMT -5
I'm home now! I just had to put my marching band uniform in the washer. I'm gonna work on a reply now! I'm so excited c:
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 17:38:24 GMT -5
welcome home <: you're in marching band? that's super cool .o. we don't really have that over here ahh im super excited too uvu i had a lot of fun working on this clan so im super hyped to rp in it ngl~
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Post by -` gumi Β΄- .β« πΎ on Mar 20, 2018 18:01:58 GMT -5
Tundrastorm to Cinderpaw { @borderline } Tundrastorm Warrior of Duskclan // 42 Moons
Drip, drip, drip. The sounds of the water hitting the floor of the warriors den was no surprise, since this was the last den to be renewed for the coming of leaf-bare season. The cold didn't shift through that much, but the warrior could still feel it, making a note to herself the night prior that she'd ask Pinestar if they could start repairing the dens for the cold weather, but in the end, the body heat of the others was warmth enough. It was just the water from the ice and frost that dripped in that needed to be kept out.
Drip, drip. Two droplets of water landed carelessly on the white and gray mollies head and nose, causing a grunt of irritation to be released from her throat. Of all things capable of waking her up, it was dripping ice water. What a lovely wake up call.
Figuring it was almost sunrise, Tundrastorm carefully climbed out of her warm nest -- not that she wanted to, but because she had to. Her fur, surprisingly after her nightly grooming, was still neat and well groomed. But that didn't prevent the she-cat from gazing over herself. It was a small duty, and expectation of all warriors, to stay clean and presentable. Because, let's be real, if they looked like kits and apprentices, no cat would really take them seriously, would they? Not at all. Tundrastorm just like to keep herself looking like a noble Duskclan warrior- especially after the war, and with the way their territory looked.
Once she deemed herself clean, and well kept, she picked her way out of the den and peered up at the sky. A light snow was falling, causing a snort of disapproval to leave her. Snow? So soon? It was a downer that should couldn't make it sunny for the rest of the clans life. She'd have to stick with what she could.
When she was out of the den completely, the wind blew over her spine, causing the fur to bristle along in and fluff up to keep her warm. How pathetic. My leaf-bare coat still hasn't grown in. I'll be freezing for moons. Tundrastorm growled in annoyance and narrowed her eyes before letting her gaze shift to the fresh-kill pile. Another welt of disappointment welled up in her stomach and mind. The prey she could see- wait, could you even call it prey? It was so... frozen, and no where near fresh.
It wasn't until Tundrastorm stopped complaining silently that she noticed her apprentice. It seemed to surprise her, not exactly expecting one of the younger cats to be up early, probably earlier than herself. She twitched her whiskers and flicked her tail in a good morning type fashion.
"Morning, Cinderpaw. Did the cold wake you too?" She asked after a moment before digging her claws into the ground, her jaws opening to taste the air. It was rather stale, filled with the clan scent, but was stale with the taste of new-leaf. "I have a few options on what we'll do first. Either way, we are doing both. We can either hunt, and get enough warm food for everyone, including ourselves. We could look for fronds to patch up the dens from the ice water, or we could practice and try and get your power under control." The she-cat offered, her green-yellow gaze boring down at the gray apprentice tom, letting him choose what they did.
It was basically her asking if he wanted to do training for himself, or help out the clan. Possibly a small test, but Tundrastorm wasn't going to judge him either way. Especially when every cat would learn the clan comes first, even if it was learned the hard way. She, of course, was going to offer breakfast before they took off, though. She knew training on an empty stomach wasn't fun.
[ Ahh, sorry it took so long! ]
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Post by -` gumi Β΄- .β« πΎ on Mar 20, 2018 18:05:23 GMT -5
Yes i am c': Sadly, it's my last year, though, since i'm a senior and graduating in May. It was fun, and if you ever get the chance, I suggest doing it! Band in general is fun (':
I love it already- Tundrastorm kinda shocked me bc she just wrote herself. She's a grumpy bug already xD I love her
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 18:17:15 GMT -5
i'll respond shortly ~ that's a very nice post o: ooh i see! i doubt i'll get a chance since i've gotta do job things (tm) & be responsible, but if i ever see anything like it~ i used to be in orchestra back in high school (kind of?) but...dropped it pretty quickly d:
she seems super interesting <: i like her!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 18:30:33 GMT -5
Cinderpaw replying to Tundrastorm
Hasn't the ice already been broken once before? The thought came to Cinderpaw as he waited patiently, shifting his weight to look a little neater. He squinted thoughtfully as he considered it. Well, it is new-leaf. It must've been.
Which meant that the snow had to be a bad omen, right? Although - it could just be unlucky, which wasn't a surprise. Considering DuskClan's past...he didn't really want to think too much about it. Pinestar was part of it, but he never speaks of it, that fact alone, he supposed, spoke of the tom's age. A cat who had seen their old bordering Clan; any who had would've had to be close to Pinestar's age, he supposed. Ah, well. He liked hearing the stories of OakClan, told down through generations and a failing memory, though he wondered if it was all true.
Winners stated the history. That meant that it would be biased - and yet, somehow, the stories seemed so...self-degrading.
Cinderpaw sat a little straighter and to attention as he spotted his mentor, bright gaze trailing her with the focus of a kit to its mother. He liked her, he thought. Rough around the edges but...she had to have been a good mentor so far, right? He felt like he was learning as quickly as he could, and with only a few more moons until it was likely for him to get his warrior name, he wondered if he did her proud. I'd have to actually ask that, he thought, almost bitterly. It surprised even him to the point that he physically shook his head and stood up so that he was a little less frozen. The ground felt even colder beneath his pawpads as he moved, and he hissed a little in frustration - though it quickly passed as he focused his gaze on Tundrastorm, who, he noticed, had certainly noticed him.
"Good morning, Tundrastorm," he mewed politely, in his usual soft tone. Higher-pitched than he would've liked, but it wasn't a huge bother, really. Sometimes he thought too much about certain aspects of himself, and he knew that a little too well. If there was a flaw or a mistake in something he was doing, he had likely already noticed. "No, the apprentice's den is warmer than I would've expected," his head tilted to the side, "I woke up of my own accord."
Was that a good thing? A bad thing? He didn't know, but it felt like a good idea to tell the truth. His focus shifted the question he'd been asked following that, and he squinted. As much as he wanted to get his power - could he even call it that? - under control, he...wondered if it would be better to fix the dens first, and then hunt. Did he have to explain his train of thought? Oh StarClan.
"I think looking for fronds would be the best course of action," he said slowly - almost cautiously. "And then hunting? And then...I'd really like to try to get better at my power."
Or get a better power. He didn't voice that part, though.
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Post by -` gumi Β΄- .β« πΎ on Mar 20, 2018 18:58:17 GMT -5
i'll reply soon- I'm kinda tired and my mom might be home soon. I think we're visiting a family member in the hospital.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 19:05:34 GMT -5
it's alright! take all the time you need - i hope your family member is okay!
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Post by -` gumi Β΄- .β« πΎ on Mar 20, 2018 20:18:10 GMT -5
Tundrastorm to Cinderpaw { @borderline } [ finally, a reply. But It might end up being my last for the night. Unless I decide to get in more, but idk. we'll see. ] Tundrastorm Warrior of Duskclan // 42 Moons
Tundrastorm waited patiently for Cinderpaw to answer, flicking her tail when the tom stated that the apprentice den was much warmer than the warriors den probably was. Lucky kit. She snorted. "Seems nice to have that warmth, then." She mumbled before twitching her whiskers and nodding to his answer. "That's a good choice, if I do say so myself. Thinking of your clan mates over yourself is something a warrior always must do. I'm proud." The white and gray she-cat mewed before flicking her tail towards the prey pile that seemed to get colder as the time passed on. She shuddered. She didn't want to eat anything cold or possibly rotting from being drenched from any snow that might've fallen.
"Why don't you eat first, then. I will too. And then we'll head into the forest and see if we can find anything." Tundrastorm decided before leading him towards the freshkill. Nosing out the freshest piece she could find, a grunt left her once more. Should she eat this? Give it to her apprentice? Or maybe leave it for the kits? (assuming that the kits are accepted). She nudged it to the side, figuring a weaker cat could make use of it more than she would. She wasn't weak, strong enough, actually. So, she left it for another, hoping she was doing good.
Her maw eventually grasped around a cold and slightly damp morsel of a plump mouse. Her nose scrunched up, believing the darn thing was probably stringy as all hell. But what could she do? Not much. After all, she controlled/manipulated weather, not food. That was something beyond any cats ability that she knew.
Stepping back and sitting beside the pile, Tundrastorm dropped the prey on the floor and glanced at Cinderpaw, waiting patiently for him to grab something to eat as well before she began biting and tearing into the tough meat that had seemed to grow stringy with every bite she took. It was almost unappetizing to the point where the molly didn't even want to finish her food. But, she couldn't let it go to waste- that'd be rather dumb. Swallowing the last mouthful, a shudder was suppressed down her spine, and a soft hiss on unpleasantness left her maw. I hope we find food more appealing than what we have now. I'm sure Pinestar and the other cats would appreciate it greatly. She thought before getting up once more.
Padding her way to the camp entrance, she turned and waited patiently for Cinderpaw, hoping she wasn't rushing him, but also wanting to get moving to warm up her aching muscles. Cold always brought joint pains, and with new-leaf seeming to arrive late, the aching proceeded. She dealt with it.
She was a warrior, not a wimp. And whining about it would get her no where.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 20:23:34 GMT -5
it's okay~ don't stress yourself out uvu real life comes first i'll reply soon-ish cuz im great at procrastinating and im currently watching a video that i'm semi-invested in & my brain is The Worst at writing + watching vids at the same time orz
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Post by -` gumi Β΄- .β« πΎ on Mar 20, 2018 20:25:51 GMT -5
lol me as heck- but take your time as well c':
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 20:27:23 GMT -5
i don't even have excuses since it's the middle of the night im just spacey (': i hope everything's okay on your end though ^^
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Post by -` gumi Β΄- .β« πΎ on Mar 20, 2018 20:28:28 GMT -5
ofc c': I'm just tired from school, but luckily i get out all day tomorrow for a band thing. c':
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 20:33:34 GMT -5
that's good~ i hope you have fun tomorrow ^^ i plan on (trying) to sleep in tomorrow for once d: then i gotta fill out abt six thousand forms so here i am, suffering instead of preparing myself mentally l o l
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Post by *α΄Ώα΅αΆ€αΆ°αΆα΅Λ‘Λ‘α΅Κ³* on Mar 20, 2018 20:55:44 GMT -5
(I'm just posting here right now so that it's in my participated.)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 21:31:38 GMT -5
i think? im done adding? ive never felt more responsible in my life. my plan rn is to reply to another clan im in, then respond to ross & if you (rain) or you (dawn) want, i can roleplay with one (or both) of you? i have vixensong and pinestar open!
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Post by dawn on Mar 20, 2018 21:41:37 GMT -5
(Hello everyone! Gonna post a couple starters but I'm pretty tired since I worked most of the day so they might not be super long)
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Post by -` gumi Β΄- .β« πΎ on Mar 20, 2018 21:55:28 GMT -5
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