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Post by small.hope on Jul 11, 2018 12:16:36 GMT -5
Just realized I have Icestorm and Rosestorm, my bad xD Icestorm's name was randomized when I made him. WHOOPS. I'll leave it for now though))
Rosestorm slid from her nest in the warriors den and found a quiet sunny spot a bit away from the others to clean off. She'd been pretty cold all night, having taken one of the nests along the edge of the den where it was colder so some of the younger warriors could have warmer spots for the night to keep their energy up. The she-cat yawned, shaking out her short pelt before laying down in the sun, closing her eyes.
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Post by π΄πππππ πππππππ΄ on Jul 11, 2018 12:18:07 GMT -5
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 11, 2018 12:19:13 GMT -5
Deerleg, having been out of the den while Robinwhisper had appeared back into camp, got nervous and worried. He wondered why she hadn't come back right as it had stopped raining, and his heart ached. We're not mates... or anything... he thought. She can do what she likes...
Still anxious, the brown tom got to his paws and padded over to the apprentice's den. "Smallpaw?" he called. "Are you... awake?"
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Post by small.hope on Jul 11, 2018 12:20:39 GMT -5
Smallpaw was up and at 'em the second the sun was up, her tiny black and white frame bounding over to the nursery. She hadn't gotten to meet Jasminefoot's kits yet, and even if it was early, she kinda wanted to peek in on them. The apprentice knew about Jasminefoot's lost last night, one of her kits, Blossomkit, had been stillborn after all. Poking her head in, she looked at the queen and her kits, eyes glittering in the dark excitedly. New kits had to be a good sign, even if there had been some heartbreak. Hearing Deerleg, the apprentice yanked her head out of the nursery and joined her mentor, nodding. "I am. I wanted to see Jasminefoot's kits while I could. They're so tiny!"
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 11, 2018 12:31:33 GMT -5
Deerleg couldn't help but grin ever so slightly at Smallpaw's enthusiasm. It took his mind off of Robinwhisper for that brief moment. "I bet they are... I haven't seen them yet... How many are there?" he asked, his tone not as shaky and nervous as usual. He felt a little bit less anxious around his apprentice, and he silently thanked Skystar for their pairing.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jul 11, 2018 12:31:58 GMT -5
Goldenstrike stretched out of his den and looked outside. The weather was much better now, with some leftover clouds in the sky. He padded outside and glanced at Skystarβs den uneasily. Were the strange cats still in there? Were they okay? He shrugged and sat in the clearing, grooming his neck fur.
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Post by vocebulery on Jul 11, 2018 12:34:10 GMT -5
Robinwhisper sat beside the fresh-kill pile with her ears pinned to her head, an untouched sparrow lay between her paws. Guilt stuck in her throat like an i chewed piece of prey. Her search for Bluepool the night before had proved unfruitful; she had found her sister fast asleep and didn't have the heart to wake her up and bother her with her own indiscretions. She saw Bluepool walk out of the warriors' den, and stared up at her, hoping she would look her way and approach Robinwhisper on her own.
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 11, 2018 12:34:45 GMT -5
Flightpaw was sore when he woke up, and he figured that he must be aging quicker than he thought if bad weather made his joints ache. He decided against going to the medicine den, figuring that if he was up and moving around it would better him. He briefly caught a glimpse of Robinwhisper, but he figured that if his mentor wanted to train or hunt with him, she'd come and search for him on her own.
With that, the tom padded over to the fresh kill pile and grabbed a vole. He carried over towards the entrance of the elder's den, where he could see Badgerpelt and Loudstep still sleeping. He quietly left the vole and padded back over towards the fresh kill pile for his own breakfast.
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Post by small.hope on Jul 11, 2018 12:34:51 GMT -5
Smallpaw's eyes glittered happily, glancing over her shoulder at the nursery. "Three. I think she had four, but lost one. I didn't want to wake her and ask, she needs the sleep." Her voice dropped a bit as she looked at Deerleg again. "They're tiny and cute. I think they'll be great members of the clan in the future! Maybe one will even be my apprentice one day." She purred, claws digging into the soft wet dirt under her paws excitedly.
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 11, 2018 12:35:57 GMT -5
Bluepool awoke to the slight sounds of birds chirping. She bolted awake, furious at herself for letting herself fall asleep at her guard post. She looked around, and other cats were already awake. The camp looked damp, but otherwise in good shape. Once she shook off her pelt, she noticed that Robinwhisper had returned, and she sighed a big sigh of relief.
[Good mornin everyoneee]
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 11, 2018 12:37:25 GMT -5
Bluepool noticed her sister grabbing some prey to eat, and she padded over. "Were you stuck out in the storm all night?" she asked. Her blue eyes were filled with worry and concern, and she looked her sister over several times, looking for some kind of injury. Once satisfied that she was unharmed, she settled down beside her. "You really had me worried all night, you know," she meowed. "I stayed awake for you and you were no where to be found!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2018 12:37:41 GMT -5
Brokennose woke up and climbed down his tree and walked to camp.He had found a hole to sleep in the tree last night so he wasn't wet.He got into camp to find the other cats awake.
Waterfur walked out of her nest and to the fresh-kill pile.She nodded to her brother and took a squirrel to him to share.
"Ok,the rain's stopped so we can carry on."Squirrel said to Chipmunk as she walked out from under the pipe they spent the night in.
(could maybe a patrol find them lol)
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 11, 2018 12:38:55 GMT -5
"Maybe..." Deerleg replied, not having the heart to say that Smallpaw would still be too young to be a mentor by the time the kits were apprenticed. To change the subject, the brown tom looked back at Smallpaw and asked, "Why don't we go do some... training this morning?"
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 11, 2018 12:40:02 GMT -5
[@brokennose : Yeah sure but, we'd need a patrol lol. Its harder than you think to get enough cats for that LOL Skystar was waiting for like 3 days lmaooo I can have Softlight go]
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Post by π΄πππππ πππππππ΄ on Jul 11, 2018 12:41:46 GMT -5
Jasminefoot slept beside her dozing kittens, physically and emotionally exhausted from last night. She was finally able to fall asleep after she'd given a name to her departed child--Blossom, for the small kit that was never able to bloom--and let Whisperwing prepare a proper burial.
Petalpaw padded out of the elders den with a wad of old moss in her jaws. She crinkled her nose in disgust, spitting it out into the dirtplace. Starclan, why did the warriors make the apprentices do such gross work?! Wasn't the whole point of apprenticeship to learn to be a warrior, not to do lowly chores? Snorting, the dilute calico sulked away to the medicine cat den to fetch more moss when she bumped into Daisypaw. "Ah! Oh, jeez, careful!" she barked, obviously having awoken on the wrong side of the nest.
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Post by small.hope on Jul 11, 2018 12:44:59 GMT -5
Smallpaw purred, looking at Deerleg mischievously. "Dont you want to say good morning to Robinwhisker first?" She asked, her voice a gentle tease. Even so, she nodded. "Yeah, I'd love to do some training." Bouncing on her paws a bit, the fresh morning air had her energized and ready to do things for the day.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2018 12:51:39 GMT -5
(ight that'll work.I got confused while writing that and I'm too lazy to change it lmao)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2018 12:52:54 GMT -5
(and now I gtg lmao)
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Post by vocebulery on Jul 11, 2018 13:02:16 GMT -5
Meeting her sister's eyes, she could feel herself looking pitiful. Her eyes pleaded for some kind of help that she didn't know to ask for. "Uh..." she had decided the night before she needed to tell her sister about what had conspired, but she couldn't find the words to say it. Her sister's worry over her saddened her. "I, uh, need to tell you something. About last night." She looked over her shoulder to make sure no cat was too near to them, she had seen flightpaw come by the fresh-kill pile and knew he couldn't hear what she was about to say. Returning her gaze to her sister, she started her speech which was sure to change her life forever. "I spent the night with a loner tom last night." she whispered, embarrassed to speak it aloud.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jul 11, 2018 13:07:38 GMT -5
Daisypaw felt the bump, then heard the hiss, as she was laying out herbs to dry. She whipped around to look at Petalpaw, who was bigger and older than her, but she didnβt care. βYouβre the one coming in here!β she argued, eyes narrowed. βYou be careful!β
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Post by small.hope on Jul 11, 2018 13:25:56 GMT -5
Just realized I have Icestorm and Rosestorm, my bad xD Icestorm's name was randomized when I made him. WHOOPS. I'll leave it for now though)) Rosestorm slid from her nest in the warriors den and found a quiet sunny spot a bit away from the others to clean off. She'd been pretty cold all night, having taken one of the nests along the edge of the den where it was colder so some of the younger warriors could have warmer spots for the night to keep their energy up. The she-cat yawned, shaking out her short pelt before laying down in the sun, closing her eyes. β¨ nissabug β¨, since it's a little quiet atm :'> I have work soon though bleh)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2018 13:40:51 GMT -5
(I is back)
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Post by vocebulery on Jul 11, 2018 13:47:55 GMT -5
guys guess who started a vlog today (:< )))
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2018 13:51:39 GMT -5
(Donald Trump)
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Post by vocebulery on Jul 11, 2018 13:55:25 GMT -5
i honestly wouldn't put it past him)
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Post by small.hope on Jul 11, 2018 13:58:48 GMT -5
Firestar. "Whats up everybody, it's ya boy Firestar here today with another video. Today we're going to see what Riverclan is up to and see if we can convince them to get into a turf war with us over some rocks. The question for the day is, who does Sunningrocks belong to? Comment below your opinion. If you say Riverclan, you're wrong!" )))
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2018 13:59:47 GMT -5
(lmao)
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Post by vocebulery on Jul 11, 2018 14:03:11 GMT -5
omg why did that just kill me))
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jul 11, 2018 14:04:40 GMT -5
Duskwhisker padded outside from the back of the den, and arched his back in a long stretch. He saw Rosestorm laying in the sun and walked over to her. He cleared his throat awkwardly before continuing, βGood morning, Rosestorm. Would you like to come hunting with me?β He suddenly felt very stupid for asking, but it was too late now.
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