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Post by small.hope on Jul 21, 2018 21:50:52 GMT -5
Icestorm's eyes opened and he sat up stiffly. It'd been a chilly night but he'd stayed out and kept vigil for Blossomkit, but a bit away from the rest of the clan, partially guarding the whole camp in general. He didn't feel too bad about falling asleep, Flightwhisker had been supposed to stay up all night after all. Noticing Skystar, he got to his paws stiffly and walked over to the leader. "Good morning Skystar. Are you going to take care of the loner they told us about today? I'll help if you like."
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jul 21, 2018 21:52:08 GMT -5
Duskwhisker flicked his ear, then slowly opened his eyes, blinking away sun. He turned his head to look at her and purred. βGood morning,β he said quietly as to not wake up anyone else. He stretched out his arms, claws out, and licked her cheek.
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Post by small.hope on Jul 21, 2018 21:53:28 GMT -5
Smallpaw was up and at 'em before dawn like usual. She'd kept vigil with Jasminefoot, pretty close to the she-cat and her kit, having felt beyond bad for her. She'd been so excited to meet Jasminefoot's kits but also sad to know she'd never get to know Blossomkit neither. The small scrap of black and white fur walked towards the fresh-kill pile and grabbed a mouse, heading off to eat in the corner. Deerleg had mentioned they had to do some battle training, and she didn't know if they'd do that today or not. He'd seen her mentor return with Robinwhisper after all.
(Sunstep, Thundersnow, and Strawberryleaf are all open for interaction. Doesn't matter if your cat wakes them up or finds them doing something))
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jul 21, 2018 21:56:29 GMT -5
Goldenstrike woke up with a large yawn, and he almost wanted to curl back up and sleep some more. But he had duties to perform for his Clan, of course. He looked over to Bluepoolβs nest, and his heart swelled. She was his mate! He purred, then extend the den to see if he could be needed for anything. Perhaps his apprentice was awake.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jul 21, 2018 22:03:17 GMT -5
Cinderlight sat in the leaderβs den, curled up next to her mate, her head watching the clearing. She had been awake for the burial last night, but didnβt participate outside of the den. She felt for the queen; she had lost a kit of her own before they travelled her. She sighed, then looked down as something poked into her side abruptly. βGood morning, mama!β Palekit said, her front paws pressing into her motherβs belly as she stood. Cinderlight purred; her kits were 2 moons old, but since they were born early they were still rather small. βGood morning, my dear,β she said, licking her kitsβ heads. βI can get you some fresh-kill in a moment.β
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 22:17:01 GMT -5
Frostpaw was still sleeping in the apprentice's den, dreaming a very long, tiresome dream that had a lot of running and jumping in it. He didn't quite get what was going on- there was a talking duck who claimed to rule the forest- but it made no sense. Still he sighed slightly as he found himself gradually waking up. He at least wanted to resolve the dream drama first!
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 22, 2018 0:38:52 GMT -5
Skystar stopped in his tracks as Icestorm addressed him. "Uh, yes, that's my morning plan," he replied. He hesitated further however, searching for more words. "Dreamwave told me it was rather rancid, the smell that surrounded the body. It may be disease eating away at it. Are you sure you'd want to help?" The leader valued the lives of his clanmates far more than his own, so he'd prefer to do this task alone.
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 22, 2018 0:41:08 GMT -5
Bluepool awoke in a rather odd mood. She still retained a lot of her feelings from yesterday, as she recalled how she suggested that she be mates with Goldenstrike. Slowly, embarrassment was flowing in, and she buried her face in her mossy nest as she remembered. It was uncharacteristic for her to feel this way, but she thought that it only proved that he was special to her.
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 22, 2018 0:42:51 GMT -5
Loudstep had been up with the sun that morning, and had honestly been in the clearing the whole night as Jasminefoot mourned her kit. He had stayed a long distance away, but he got to his paws as the sun had risen and approached the body of the tiny kit near her mother. He didn't say anything, just looked at the mother to the kit, letting her know it was time for Blossomkit to be sent to StarClan, with Loudstep's job of burying her.
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Post by π΄πππππ πππππππ΄ on Jul 22, 2018 0:51:32 GMT -5
(( back, I want to do some more streaming. Anyone want me to draw&stream their OCs ? ))
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 22, 2018 0:52:48 GMT -5
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 22, 2018 0:54:30 GMT -5
[Weather has changed from PARTLY CLOUDY and COOL to CLOUDY and COOL.]
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Post by small.hope on Jul 22, 2018 0:54:56 GMT -5
Rosestorm purred and licked Duskwhisker again, shaking the sleep from her pelt. "Good morning." She replied back, getting to her paws. Yawning again, she tiptoed past her mate until she was freed from the den. Sitting in the sun, she started to slowly groom herself tiredly.
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Post by small.hope on Jul 22, 2018 0:57:21 GMT -5
Icestorm nodded. "I'm willing to help. I over heard Strawberryleaf talking with Dreamwave and Nettlefrost about using sticks and leaves to move the loner. The less contact we have with it the better for the clan. Besides, it'd be quicker if we both did it." He replied, shaking out his pelt quickly, the idea of touching the dead cat already making his fur crawl and he hadn't even seen it.
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 22, 2018 1:01:22 GMT -5
Several moments of hesitation before Skystar finally nodded. "Alright then. I know the general location, further down the Slumbering Stream. Though it's extended where it runs off to due to the last rain we had, I suppose we follow the stream until we smell it." The leader made a face, as if he already smelled the rotting cat, but he turned to the camp entrance and made way slowly for Icestorm to catch up.
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Post by small.hope on Jul 22, 2018 1:09:11 GMT -5
Icestorm followed his leader loyally, grey tail swishing nervously. It was better that they buried this cat, or else there was a much bigger possibility of danger. Especially with the cat that close to the stream, what if it grew even more and grabbed the loner's body and the sickness poisoned the water.
(What if Icestorm and Skystar were brothers? They look a lot alike xD Not that it'll matter, Icestorm is dying but ya know)
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 22, 2018 1:12:36 GMT -5
[They can be, if you want? From different litters maybe? Lol RIP bro]
Nodding as he acknowledged the tom following him, the leader led them through the barren forest. Leaves of all colors scattered the ground and crunched underneath Skystar's paws. Most were beginning to brown and be buried as they became one with the forest floor, Leafbare growing ever nearer. Once the stream was in sighed, Skystar paused at the end of the tree line for Icestorm to join him as he looked at the water level. "It is pretty high..." he said.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2018 7:43:48 GMT -5
(lmao,they're twins)
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 22, 2018 11:04:11 GMT -5
[small.hope : When you can, please keep the RP with Skystar and Icestorm going, since today is the gathering, so the leader really needs to be back in camp by midday lmao Happy day of the Gathering to all~ Our first, to be exact]
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 22, 2018 11:06:10 GMT -5
Paintpaw groomed herself outside of the medicine den. She had healed nicely, aside from the several scars that now adorned her pelt. She was thankful for her long fur for this very reason, as it hid several of them except the ones along her muzzle and face. She was excited to see the Gathering tonight, since it felt like forever since there had been a sharing of news, even within her own Clan. She noticed how several cats looked to be mates now, and was glad that the nursery would be serving its purpose with so many kits coming along.
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 22, 2018 11:40:25 GMT -5
Deerleg glanced at Robinwhisper, then to the sky as the light began to fade. "Maybe... dew at the start of a New-leaf morning. Resting along the grass really gives a serene scene... and scent." The tom kept pace with Robinwhisper, feeling at peace in the moment. It was odd to him, as he'd never felt like this before, even with Smallpaw. vocebulery
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Post by small.hope on Jul 22, 2018 12:19:23 GMT -5
Icestorm stopped next to Skystar, his pelt ruffling as they reached the river. Even if he did enjoy swimming, the dirty swift moving water held no interest for him, it simply worried him. "Very... If it freezes like this, the new leaf melt will cause it to really overflow." He replied worriedly.
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jul 22, 2018 12:41:41 GMT -5
Daisypaw padded out of the medicine den, shaking out her fur. She was very excited to notice how the kitten fluff was disappearing and turning into long soft fur, similar to Goldenstrike. She sat outside the entrance and was about to start grooming her pelt when she noticed Paintpaw already up. βGood morning!β she mewed happily. βHow do you feel today?β
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 22, 2018 13:43:38 GMT -5
"No kidding," the silver tom replied. He watched it for another moment before moving down the bank. "Alright, let's keep looking," he meowed, keeping his jaws parted to scent for the dead cat.
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Post by small.hope on Jul 22, 2018 13:50:32 GMT -5
Icestorm nodded and followed his leader patiently, glancing at the swollen river one more time. Taking a deep breath, he glanced around the forest, looking for the loner's body through the thickets.
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Post by xfogpathx on Jul 22, 2018 13:53:49 GMT -5
Crookedpounce limped out of the warriors'den with a wince that was quickly wiped off his face. The weather was making his back leg act up. He couldn't help the snarl of disgust plastered on his face. He was going to be useless for most of the day at this rate. He'd have to spend the day in camp fixing barriers or guarding the entrance unless he was going on patrol moving at a snail's pace. Honestly, he might as well retire now.
Speaking of guarding the entrance, Crookedpounce could see the still form of Flightwhisker standing his warrior's vigil and couldn't help but let a small, approving smile flicker across his mouth oh so briefly. He was glad. The clan needed more warriors for leaf-bare. The older tom decided to forgo his breakfast and relieve the young cat so he could get some rest. "Flightwhisker!" he called out as he approached. He sat opposite of the young tom on the other side of the entrance and nodded back into the camp. "Your vigil is over. You can go rest now if you want. Grab something to eat first." the tom barked.
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Post by xfogpathx on Jul 22, 2018 13:59:29 GMT -5
Pinemouse stumbled sleepily out of her nest and out of the warriors'den with her eyes barely open. The stubby she-cat wandered to the fresh-kill pile and grabbed a small starling from it to chew on. As she slowly and half-heartedly ate her breakfast, she tried to search her bleary brain for what she was supposed to do today. She was up this early for a reason...a patrol maybe? If only she could remember for what or who with...
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Post by xfogpathx on Jul 22, 2018 14:00:03 GMT -5
((I'll leave the apprentices asleep for a little bit longer.))
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Post by vocebulery on Jul 22, 2018 14:14:35 GMT -5
Deerleg glanced at Robinwhisper, then to the sky as the light began to fade. "Maybe... dew at the start of a New-leaf morning. Resting along the grass really gives a serene scene... and scent." The tom kept pace with Robinwhisper, feeling at peace in the moment. It was odd to him, as he'd never felt like this before, even with Smallpaw. vocebuleryRobinwhisper nodded, appreciating the tom's observance at serene moments. It felt natural to talk to him now, unlike before when he seemed nervous and jumbled. The stars began to appear like freckles in the sky and she silently took in the passing moments. She was enjoying getting to know Deerleg, but she wasn't sure of the pace to go from here. As the silent moments passed her thoughts turned dark. She realized she only had a short time before signs indicative to the night she spent with the cream tom began to show. Maybe I should speed it up. she thought regretfully, turning to watch the tom calmly walk beside her. She, a bit unconfidently, touched him affectionately on the spine with her tail.
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Post by Mosshail on Jul 22, 2018 14:42:34 GMT -5
"Im feeling great, thanks!" Paintpaw replied, happy to see Daisypaw up and joining her. She had grown very attached to the medicine cat apprentice, and almost didn't want to return to her training as a warrior.
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