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Post by Falconwing on Aug 2, 2018 13:39:16 GMT -5
Spidereyes eyes were wide with surprise as his gaze locked with the defeated Hornetstrike. "No!", He voiced aloud stepping forth to interject himself and come to Hornetstrikes aid. Snakefang had won the fight fair and square and there was nothing that he could do about it. His one of a kind yellow eyes glared to the tom, fearful of not himself but for the clan. "You will be the downfall of Creekclan", he growled . Turning away from the silver tom he moved to help Hornetstrike to her paws so that he may take her to his den. What was he going to do? How was he going to help lead the clan with such an agressive tom as leader. The last thing he wanted was for the clan to become something that was dark, and without heart. ((I apologized for my absence my muse had diminished and so had my spare time. But things are slowing down IRL so *poof* here I am trying to find my muse again I'll post for everyone else in bit))
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Post by 👻videocassette👻 on Aug 2, 2018 19:40:31 GMT -5
(No worries! It happens to all of us x) )
Hornetstrike got feebly to her paws, feeling afraid and weak for once - a feeling she was not happy to experience. She turned her gaze back toward Snakefang, her vision blurred against the pain and the sting of her own blood. In her weak and confused state, she thought she had announced it loud and proud, but her meow came in a strangled murmur: "I won't give up." She let Spidereye guide her to the medicine den, adding in another murmur, "It's a shame... I would have... Made him my deputy if he hadn't.."
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Post by houndsteeth on Aug 3, 2018 2:21:39 GMT -5
((Hello! I was just wondering if you guys are accepting new roleplayers? ))
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Post by Falconwing on Aug 3, 2018 8:53:13 GMT -5
((Hello! I was just wondering if you guys are accepting new roleplayers? )) Sure thing! Just post your charries with the form on the front page
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Post by Taiyou on Aug 3, 2018 15:05:54 GMT -5
Snakefang pinned back his ears hissing softly at Spidereye's comment. "We'll see about that." He scoffed turning away from the tom as he went to tend to Hornetstrike before facing his clanmates, standing tall and proud claiming his victory over the fight. "So now that is over, does anyone else wish to speak up?" He meowed scanning the clan for anymore challengers. "If not, I guess the new leader of Creekclan as been decided."
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Post by 👻videocassette👻 on Aug 3, 2018 18:24:13 GMT -5
Bassleap's tail quivered excitedly, happy that the warrior he admired had won the battle and would now serve as the clan leader. Despite his young age and lack of an apprentice, he couldn't help but dream up the possibility that one of the warriors here - particularly him - could be chosen as deputy. He wanted to give Snakefang a cheer of support, but he kept a respectful silence for him.
Archback, not interested in seeing anymore after the frightening battle, and fearing that the turn of events would start more bloodshed, padded toward the Southern warrior's den and slipped inside the space between the large boulders that made up the den. He stubbornly settled down in his old nest, taking in the den he once slept every night in as a younger warrior before he became mates with Owlstar.
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Post by houndsteeth on Aug 7, 2018 21:27:20 GMT -5
Mistfur|| 79 Moons|| Male A long-furred silver/grey tom with darker stripes and tail-tip, and lighter fur around his face, legs and tail-base. Mistfur is social and kind, and possesses a very tender spot for kits. He will gladly make time to play with kits or help out an apprentice, his patient and supportive nature perfect for teaching. Reliable and hard-working Mistfur sometimes takes on too much, not that he would tell anyone. He tends to hide his true feelings, being secretive with his personal thoughts. As a result of his bottled emotions, he occasionally lashes out in frustration. Mistfur suffers from a stiff shoulder that pains him particularly in the colder months, which is the result of taking a tumble while climbing Eagle Ridge, though he tries his best to cover it up. Screenname Volchitsa4 Rank Wanting Senior Warrior Relationships Open to sibling relationships. Other Our Hearts Beat
Badgerstripe|| 20 Moons|| Female Named for the white blaze on her face, Badgerstripe has a solid thick furred black body with the exception white toes, a white ring at the base of her tail and white tail-tip. Soft-spoken and perhaps a little too agreeable, she can also be a bit of a day-dreamer. However, she is a strong-willed and opinionated cat who is willing to fight for her ideals, and pursues her goals with determination and passion. Friendly and approachable, she takes genuine pride in helping others to the best of her ability. Though she does withdraw from time to time to 'recharge' she does enjoy socialising. Badgerstripe is a little bit sensitive, particularly to criticism- being a bit of a perfectionist, she can create unrealistic standards for herself and to her criticism is often taken as a bit of a personal attack. She holds grudges, although the other cat may not know it as she will continue to be polite, if not a little colder. Screenname Volchitsa4 Rank Wanting Warrior Relationships Open to sibling relationships. Other Our Hearts Beat
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Post by houndsteeth on Aug 7, 2018 21:27:56 GMT -5
(( Sorry it took me so long!))
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