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Post by xfogpathx on Jul 19, 2018 22:22:59 GMT -5
((So idk what i should be doing anymore. I missed important clan stuff and all my posts are lost in the wind and im so tired because I was supposed to be home six hours ago. Should i be acknowledging the ceremony/meeting or doing what I was doing or what? Someone please tell me what I have to do.))
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Post by small.hope on Jul 19, 2018 22:28:10 GMT -5
Rosestorm nuzzled Duskwhisker's shoulder, rubbing against his side as she left the warrior's den now that it was all patched up. She'd heard the entire ceremony, having watched it for a second before returning to focusing on Duskwhisker. Purring at her new mate, her heart jumped happily at the idea, she walked over to Flightwhisker and pressed her nose against his shoulder. "Congrats." She whispered, not wanting to interrupt Skystar's more serious words, moving away to sit down at the edge of the clan, glancing at Duskwhisker sadly as Blossomkit was brought up. One day she'd be in the she-cats place, she knew that for a fact, it was a matter of life, and her heart ached at the idea and for Jasminefoot.
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Post by small.hope on Jul 19, 2018 22:30:12 GMT -5
((So idk what i should be doing anymore. I missed important clan stuff and all my posts are lost in the wind and im so tired because I was supposed to be home six hours ago. Should i be acknowledging the ceremony/meeting or doing what I was doing or what? Someone please tell me what I have to do.)) Where were your cats last? Go from there. If they were in the camp, assume they're listening to the meeting. Etc etc. I know Icestorm was talking to Pinemouse, I can quote that post for you. Cobwebpaw was rounding up apprentices, I think Smallpaw was going to join them and a couple others too. I dont remember what tricklepaw was doing other than fixing his paws.))
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Post by small.hope on Jul 19, 2018 22:32:46 GMT -5
Tricklepaw, having cleaned and healed his own paws as best he could from Daisypaw's instructions, slipped out of the medicine cats' den without much of a fuss. There were much more injured cats that needed the space. Still, his paws stung and he didn't want to have his sister bossing him around. He stealthed around the camp to avoid the white-furred she-cat and made his way into the apprentices' den to take a quick nap before he had to get back to work.
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"That was kind of you. I've kind of learned to tune her out at this point." Pinemouse admitted with a laugh. "She's nice enough, just very loud." She took another bite of her mouse and swiped her tongue over her muzzle. "I sleep next to Crookedpounce and he snores." Her nose scrunched in half-hearted annoyance. "And sometimes his broken foot twitches and kicks me in his sleep. Feels like being kicked by a rabbit!" She had been woken up many times by a swift kick to her haunches that left her feeling sore all morning. Still, he didn't have many friends that slept near him and she felt bad leaving him on his own. ((Is Smallpaw still open? Also, any other apprentices want to join the apprentice clean-up crew lol?)) Smallpaw is open!)) Icestorm purred, eating his mouse happily, tail curled over his paws as he licked around his mouth. "I bet, I used to be bad about that when I was an apprentice but after plenty of cats scratched me back in the middle of the night I've learned to sleep normally." He shook his head and lifted a paw, licking and using it to fix his fur until with was smooth.
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Post by small.hope on Jul 19, 2018 22:37:07 GMT -5
Strawberryleaf walked with the other she-cats, just as spooked at them. It was odd that this was why they'd stopped bickering, but it also made sense. "Someone will have to bury them. If we don't, prey and the surrounding area could get sick. We don't know just how contagious this sickness could be. It's better to bury them than let them rot after all. We'll see what Skystar says." She replied gently, to Autumnpaw, agreeing with the other she-cats too. "We can suggest Skystar uses sticks and leaves to push them into a hole or something."
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jul 19, 2018 22:42:41 GMT -5
Rosestorm nuzzled Duskwhisker's shoulder, rubbing against his side as she left the warrior's den now that it was all patched up. She'd heard the entire ceremony, having watched it for a second before returning to focusing on Duskwhisker. Purring at her new mate, her heart jumped happily at the idea, she walked over to Flightwhisker and pressed her nose against his shoulder. "Congrats." She whispered, not wanting to interrupt Skystar's more serious words, moving away to sit down at the edge of the clan, glancing at Duskwhisker sadly as Blossomkit was brought up. One day she'd be in the she-cats place, she knew that for a fact, it was a matter of life, and her heart ached at the idea and for Jasminefoot. Duskwhisker met her glance with his own, and his heart lurched. If they were to have kits, theyβd have to accept the risk of death that comes with life. He licked his mateβs shoulder comfortingly, then watched as the Clan silently mourned over the young kit. She hadnβt lived at all. At least she would be happy with the other lost kits and apprentices in StarClan. (( :c ))
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Post by small.hope on Jul 19, 2018 22:52:00 GMT -5
Rosestorm leaned on her mate, mint green eyes closed as she let the clan's grief and mourning melt over her. She joined them in their sadness and relied on her mate's warmth to keep her thoughts grounded. Even if they lost kits, lost each other, they'd always have good memories. Even in the good memories were mending den walls and confessing their love in a totally unromantic situation.
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Post by vocebulery on Jul 19, 2018 23:26:30 GMT -5
(hey guys i'm sorry i'm being inactive i'm at freshman orientation for college))
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Post by xfogpathx on Jul 19, 2018 23:26:41 GMT -5
((Thank you. :___: I had an unexpectedly rough day.))
((Also, omg I have an apprentice!))
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Post by small.hope on Jul 19, 2018 23:31:59 GMT -5
Seems like we're all having busy weeks/days. At least you're all alive, thats all that matters)
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Post by xfogpathx on Jul 19, 2018 23:40:47 GMT -5
((Very very true.))
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jul 19, 2018 23:42:40 GMT -5
((oh shoot I forgot to mention!! next Monday thru Friday Iβll be visiting my papaw and while he does have wifi, my mother may not like me being on my phone often while Iβm there lol so it would be mostly in the evenings))
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 20, 2018 1:54:33 GMT -5
A few long, silent moments passed. Bluepool slowly looked to Goldenstrike, a long defeated sigh escaping her mouth. Uncharacteristically, she gave a bit of hesitation. "Well... I don't know, but... I guess we can give this whole mate thing a try...?" she suggested meekly. For the first time in her life she felt fear about what a cat thought of her, and if he'd accept her truly for his mate.
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 20, 2018 1:56:23 GMT -5
Skystar very gently touched Jasminefoot's pelt with his tail in condolences, and the gesture was over in an instant. He, too, looked around for Whisperwing, wondering if she had prepared the tiny kit for her vigil so they could send her off properly as a kit born of GroveClan. [πΈπππππππππππΆπππ sorry if you've been busy idk]
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 20, 2018 1:58:45 GMT -5
Nodding hastily, Dreamwave mulled over the suggestion that Strawberryleaf gave. It would provide less danger to the cats who decided to bury the dead loner, if they were to not touch it indirectly. Not very considerate, but at the same time, they did not know this cat and they were taking actions that were more cautious.
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Post by πΈπππππππππππΆπππ on Jul 20, 2018 2:15:56 GMT -5
(Hi, sorry! Sometimes this RP moves so fast I honestly can't keep up sometimes...Replying now)
Whisperwing had been in her den preparing Blossomkit's body for burial. She had placed tiny sprigs of rosemary along the kit's pelt to cover up the scent of death, and had groomed her pelt so it was neat and clean, ready to be seen as the clan mourned the death of Jasminfoot's smallest kit. Her heart wrenched as she worked, and she became terrified for her own kits, imagining her pain if she ever had to bury one of her own children. Looking up, she saw Skystar padding towards her. She quickly moved to the front of her den to greet him with a solemn nod. "She's ready."
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 20, 2018 2:19:43 GMT -5
[No worries, understandable. We've been pretty slow recently though.. rip qq]
Skystar returned the gesture to his medicine cat, as he assisted in moving the tiny kit, placing her gently into the center of camp. He quietly dipped his head as he slowly moved backwards, wanting to give her mother the space and air she needed. He sent a prayer as he backed away, moving towards Flightwhisker and giving the tom a nod. It basically read, 'be sure to watch over them during your vigil' as the leader left to sit beside some cats on the edge of the circle.
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Post by πΈπππππππππππΆπππ on Jul 20, 2018 2:24:49 GMT -5
Whisperwing helped move Blossomkit to the center of camp, surrounded by mourning cats giving her the vigil she deserved. Her eyes filled with dispair as she saw the little she-cat curled up all alone. It wasn't right. How could StarClan allow such an innocent kit to die? She wondered, before immediately feeling shameful. Who was she to question StarClan?
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jul 20, 2018 2:26:55 GMT -5
Daisypaw watched from the medicine den next to Whisperwing, her eyes wide as she watched the ceremony. She had never helped bury someone before, much less a kit. Her eyes followed Whisperwing as she moved Blossomkit to the clearing. She was too nervous and scared to go into the clearing; it felt weird.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jul 20, 2018 2:35:13 GMT -5
Goldenstrike smiled. βIβd like that,β he said simply. He turned his head to look at the sky as it slowly changed colors, from orange to purple. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking in the fact that heβs now mates with Bluepool and letting the quiet wash over them, then looked over at Bluepool. βShould we head back now?β he asked, not wanting to sound like he wanted to leave.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2018 7:49:32 GMT -5
(Anyone open?I have Brokennose,Squirrel,and Chipmunk.I have no clue about Waterfur tho.Moss,I think I'll keep Brokennose well.I have an idea and it involves him sneaking out to Squirrel and Chipmunk lmao.)
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Post by xfogpathx on Jul 20, 2018 10:05:59 GMT -5
((I'm on! I'll rp in a sec.))
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Post by xfogpathx on Jul 20, 2018 10:48:34 GMT -5
"Oh I could never do that to Crookedpounce though," Pinemouse said with a small, nervous frown. Crookedpounce may be grumpy at times and interrupt her sleep but she wouldn't hurt him. She couldn't hurt any of her clan mates. At best, Pinemouse was a pushover. She was happy to do whatever people asked of her, even if its unpleasant, as long as she's being helpful. And if that means she doesn't get a good night's sleep, so be it. "Maybe I can just move my nest over a little bit so he doesn't notice. I don't want to make him feel bad."
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((I have Crookedpounce and Tricklepaw open.)) ((Also, where is Smallpaw at so I can send Cobwebpaw to her?))
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 20, 2018 12:08:01 GMT -5
Flightwhisker took a few steps back as he watched them place Blossomkit in the center of camp, the light dying from the sky as the sun began to rest below the tops of the peaks in the distance. He offered a silent prayer for the kit who was being sent to StarClan, and slowly got to his paws and headed towards the guard post where he'd finish the remainder of his own vigil.
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 20, 2018 12:11:10 GMT -5
[@brokennose : okiee]
Once the patrol finally arrived back at camp, they noticed the large group of mourners around the tiny kit that lay in the center of camp. Dreamwave didn't want to be disrespectful, but she knew she had to alert Skystar right away. She skirted around the group of cats slowly and quietly, sitting herself next to Skystar. She spoke to him without facing him, as she faced towards the center of camp. "There's a strange, dead cat towards the end of the Slumbering Stream... which isn't exactly slumbering after the previous rain we had," she started. "We wanted to let you know. There's no obvious cause of death, but the thing reeks like nothing I've ever smelled before."
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 20, 2018 12:13:09 GMT -5
Bluepool let the moment sink in one more time, staring at the sky before she got to her paws. "Yeah, okay." Honestly the she-cat didn't want to return at all, but she would with Goldenstrike. Her sister had been her only true reason to want to ever go back to camp, but it felt like Goldenstrike would add a bit more purpose to her life.
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 20, 2018 12:14:07 GMT -5
I have Paintpaw and Loudstep open]
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jul 20, 2018 12:52:18 GMT -5
Goldenstrike rose to his paws and arched his back in a stretch, then looked to Bluepool as she got up. They started back toward camp, which thankfully wasnβt a long walk. He walked close enough for fur to brush hers, but far enough if she needed some space. This must have been a little strange for her, and honestly it was for him, too.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2018 13:23:39 GMT -5
When Waterfur saw what was in camp he mouth dropped."First at the stream and now he,what're the of?"She said quietly to herself.She never really knew how it felt to have your son or daughter die and probably never would.But she still mourned like the rest of the clan.She found her brother and he had just a few words for her."Squirrel and Chipmunk were at camp today."The blue gray she-cat's mouth dropped again.
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