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Post by ˏˋ h o s h i e ˎˊ on Jul 29, 2018 20:11:26 GMT -5
- ; sure thing, just give me some minutes to write something out~
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 29, 2018 20:12:14 GMT -5
Sounds good))
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2018 20:34:23 GMT -5
(anyone open)
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Post by ˏˋ h o s h i e ˎˊ on Jul 29, 2018 20:39:19 GMT -5
Bumbleberry ; - A tugging feeling of uneasiness grasped his heart. "Your . . . father?" The tom gaped at the thought, his mind racing slightly to comprehend all his mate had vaguely explained to him. "That's why you look like that. Isn't it?" Eyeing Stormstar's battered pelt, he neared her side to meekly press his nose into her fur, not sure of how to comfort her in this time. How could he, after she claimed that her father visited her and threatened their kit's lives? What a difficult situation. "What should we do? Is there anything we can do?" Bumbleberry spoke softly, cautious as to his mate's agitated state. Seeing that she was rather distracted by her current dilemma, he went ahead to comfort their mewling kittens, cooing gently at them as to soothe their puzzlement. "It's okay, it's alright. We're here, don't worry . . ."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2018 20:42:48 GMT -5
(replying promptly but i just wished to enjoy this for a moment. Dark forest leader, murderer of generations, destroyer of the young and the old and ruined of the clan - “difficult situation.”
And the award for understatement of the year goes too!)
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Post by ˏˋ h o s h i e ˎˊ on Jul 29, 2018 20:47:00 GMT -5
- ; i hope it's okay if i wrote them as still being in the daytime! i'm not sure they could talk if everyone's asleep cx
Willowcreek ; - With a soft sigh the she-cat set down a hefty squirrel onto the top of the fresh-kill pile, arranging it neatly among the other pieces of prey there. After a quick outing of a hunt, Willowcreek seemed more than happy to lie down under a shady spot to groom out her fur, which had become disheveled during her activity. Slowly she began to lap at her paws, picking at the fur that had caught in her claws. Although she appeared rather worn out, the air about her was as calm and peaceable as usual, and she glanced around the camp with curiousity to observe anyone- or anything- that went about the clearing.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2018 20:48:47 GMT -5
Despite her mate’s uncertainty, she found comfort in his gentle touch. Struggling to keep herself upright as she realised slowly the extent of her wounds torn through her small frame. She burrowed her face into his ur, trying to ensure to herself that he was in fact real, as though terrified he too would be torn from her, like everything seemed to slowly be doing. She wrapped her long tail around the five kits, pulling them close to her flank in a protective manner. The fear causing her pelt to bristle on end, she would have given every of her nine lives to ensure the tiny creatures were kept safe, but she doubted even that would stop her father from past experience. “I dont know,” she admitted brokenly, her eyes dead as she watched her kits cry. It seemed she was grieving for a litter who weren’t yet dead, she was all too aware of her father’s capabilities. “He believes the cla is weak, but they are strong and he wants to train them” she struggled to explain. “He promised if I dont give them willingly, he will kill the clan and then take them for himself.”
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Post by ˏˋ h o s h i e ˎˊ on Jul 29, 2018 20:52:01 GMT -5
- ; bumble is ,,,,,, not the brightest lmao?? please help him
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2018 20:55:08 GMT -5
(its early/ mid morning so thats fine, and bless him. He’s very sweet XD)
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 29, 2018 20:59:27 GMT -5
- ; i hope it's okay if i wrote them as still being in the daytime! i'm not sure they could talk if everyone's asleep cx
Willowcreek ; - With a soft sigh the she-cat set down a hefty squirrel onto the top of the fresh-kill pile, arranging it neatly among the other pieces of prey there. After a quick outing of a hunt, Willowcreek seemed more than happy to lie down under a shady spot to groom out her fur, which had become disheveled during her activity. Slowly she began to lap at her paws, picking at the fur that had caught in her claws. Although she appeared rather worn out, the air about her was as calm and peaceable as usual, and she glanced around the camp with curiousity to observe anyone- or anything- that went about the clearing. Tempestbane padded around camp slowly. He was seeing who was around and deciding where to lay so he could relax, though with his thoughts currently he wouldn't be able to relax. His vision then passed over Willowcreek and he decided to push away his hostile facade as he knew the she-cat was good to chat with as she gave good advice. Padding over the tom smiled at her before sitting down, wrapping his tail around his paws. "Hello Willowcreak. How are you today?" He looked a bit nervous currently.
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Post by Marie on Jul 29, 2018 21:22:46 GMT -5
CinderdoveAs the morning broke and voices ended the peaceful silence, a ball of calico fur stirred from deep within the medicine cat's den. Within moments, the she-cat reluctantly lifted her head and blinked blearily. Only the faintest hint of light being able to make its way this deep, Cinderdove could just barely make out the form of her apprentice. Pushing herself up into a sitting position, the calico yawned widely. Her shoulders were stiff from a rather restless sleep and she rolled them uncomfortably with a grimace.
"Emph..." Cinderdove muttered and padded across her den towards the herb store. Gently the medicine cat tapped through her store, smiling softly. Her apprentice had done exactly as she asked the day before. Shuffling across the den's floor, she peered over the young cat's sleeping form and murmured softly, "Bramblepaw? It's morning... Time to wake up."
Once she was sure her apprentice was beginning to stir in her nest, she began to head towards the entrance of her den. Before she slipped away, she called over her shoulder, "Could you grab us a couple mice? We need to collect some herbs and we need our strength for that." She smiled softly as she continued speaking, "I need to go check on Stormstar and the kits. I'll be back shortly."
Unbeknownst to her or the young tom... It would not be a quick trip. The she-cat padded through the camp, heading for her leader's den. As she neared the entrance, the scent of blood and faint sound of voices greeted her. "Oh StarClan," Cinderdove muttered, her heart almost stopping as anxiety pierced her chest. "Stormstar?" The concerned was evident in the calico's mew as she pushed her way into the den, slipping past any cat in her way. "What happened?" She demanded. - - - FadeheartFadeheart padded out of the warrior's den, determined to make the most of a new day. Since he had spent a majority of the previous day asleep, he knew he needed to do something more productive today. The tom's tail twitched lightly and he sat just outside of the warrior's den. Quickly, the fluffy tom began to groom his fur, pulling out burrs and bits of moss. He couldn't spend the day looking unkempt; it would be an embarrassment to go out like that. The tom's pale gaze flicked around the clearing, slowly taking in his waking clanmates. They milled about and chatted idly. His whiskers twitched lightly; Why am I so bad at talking to others?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2018 21:23:43 GMT -5
(MARIE! hugs close, never leave again you are so incredibly helpful right now. Is it possible for cinder to please be in the leader’s den, drama went down and storm is currently bleeding rather badly)
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Post by Marie on Jul 29, 2018 21:32:02 GMT -5
( I edited my post to correspond with that *hugs* ^-^ I'm glad I could help.
Hoshie, you're welcome to have Bramblepaw come to the leader's den as well. I just put it in a position where you won't be forced to roleplay all of your cats at once right now, haha. I didn't realize everyone was using your characters! )
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2018 21:36:30 GMT -5
Matted with blood and carrying a great number of cruel new wounds lacing her pelt, in particular on her neck, throat and underbelly, it couldnt have been said that Stormstar looked especially calm or collected as she usually would have been. Looking to her sister with wide eyes, her knees shaking with the effort of remaining on her paws after having lost so much blood, she remained over her newborns, her stance protective in spite of how badly she was struggling to remain upright. She answered with a fearful voice. “Our father is what happened,” she said through bared fangs. Eyes closed as she tried to think straight in spite of the pain, “He attacked me in my dreams, he’s back and he wants my kits.”
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Post by Marie on Jul 29, 2018 21:49:20 GMT -5
CinderdoveCinderdove's pelt bristled at the mention of Bleakfang, her hackles rising instinctively. There was nothing good about the former warrior; he was what destroyed what HawthornClan once was. Expression darkening, the medicine cat shuddered and padded over to her sibling. "He will never lay a claw on these kits," she vowed, "We can set guards just outside your den. And the cats you trust most can sleep beside you until the threat is gone..." It wasn't until the she-cat remembered that Bleakfang was gone and suddenly she was hit with a wave of confusion. Just how had he managed to harm Stormstar? He was supposed to be gone, he was supposed to have disappeared once his life was stripped from him. How was this not the case?
"H-how did he manage to harm you?" Cinderdove mewed hesitantly. The she-cat gently began to nose at Stormstar's wounds, cleaning a couple of the ones that looked the worst. "I really need you to lie down so I can clean these and patch them up." The she-cat murmured softly, concern lacing her tone once again. "These little kits cannot afford for you to get an infection. They need you healthy so they can eat."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2018 21:56:06 GMT -5
Dirtfur walked outside of the den.He had just woken up and was already tired for some reason.He yawned and walked over to the fresh-kill pile.He either was too drowsy or just not interested because he completely ignored what was happening around him,and frankly,he didn't entirely know if he was awake.Alls he knew was he was sitting down and eating.True he did this everyday but he still didn't know if he was ever awake,and wondered if he was just a kit dreaming of life.It would explain why he slept three fourths of the day.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2018 21:57:38 GMT -5
Flinching at the touch of her sister’s nose against her wounds, tearing her claws into the nest underfoot to stop herself from crying out at the touch. Her eyes narrowed until they were little more than slits of amber against the darkness o her den. “We cant protect them from their own dreams,” she whispered hoarsely. Feeling as though she was failing as her mother in the first day of being one. She did as she was told in spite of the pain as she leant down against her torn up underbelly, she watched the kits squirm towards her warmth, and the queen cuddled the crying kittens close to her flank, trying to sooth them. But all their closeness brought to her was pain as their attempts to nurse only disturbed her wounds further, she burrowed her nose into her paws. “Its my fault, these kits deserve a better mother,” she whimpered, pushing her nose into their furs. Had she not been their mother, none of this would have been happening to the little kittens. The guilt weighed heavily on her shoulders, it felt as though she had dealt their death sentences herself.
“He attacked me in the dream,” she explained hoarsely, forcing herself to concentrate on anything but the pain coming from her stomach. “I refused to relinquish the little ones, so he tried to kill me.”
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Post by ˏˋ h o s h i e ˎˊ on Jul 29, 2018 22:59:56 GMT -5
- ; okie dokes, stormie~ and thanks marie! most of my charries are indeed being used atm, but it's a-okay~
Willowcreek ; - By the time her peer came over to greet her, she had already moved onto her stomach, grooming at the white fur there in a relaxed pace. At his greeting she looked up, eyes closing in a kind manner as she returned his smile, "Why, hello to you too, Tempestbane. I'm doing well, I just got back from a little hunting trip. And how about you, friend?" Getting back onto her paws, she took a moment to stretch, her back making an arching motion for a few seconds until she sighed in satisfaction after hearing her bones crack. During these moments, she had time to observe the tom-cat, taking notice of a slight nervousness to him. Not wanting to come off as pushy, she instead gave him a gentle look to encourage him if he wanted to speak to her about something; even if he didn't, she was still happy to converse with him either way.
Bramblepaw ; - A twitch of his ears was, at first, the only response that he gave to his mentor; it was a couple moments later that the hefty tom let out a soft groan as he lifted himself up from his nest, bones crackling quietly as he stretched, while his sharp blue eyes blinked slowly to adjust to the light that seeped into their den. ". . . Good morning." As per usual, his voice, one that resonated deeply from within his chest, came out sounding surprising small and soft. The young tom, after politely greeting his mentor, took a moment to groom his pelt, smoothing over a couple patches of fur that had tousled during his sleep. Lifting his head at Cinderdove's polite command, Bramblepaw gave her a nod to show his acknowledgement, watching her with sleepy eyes as she padded out of the den and towards the leader's. Finishing his grooming soon after, the young tom lifted himself from his nest, and now made his way out of the medicine den and towards the fresh-kill pile, offering what he thought was a polite glance to his fellow Clanmates who were out and about; however, he simply appeared as stoic as ever as he sifted through the pile, looking for two reasonable sized mice for himself and his mentor.
Two tails of two large mice hung from his mouth as he carried them back to the medicine den, his sleepiness fully replaced by a quiet sort of excitement; he's always loved going to collect herbs and restocking them, and so Cinderdove's plan for them this day was certainly putting him in a good mood. However, as he got to the entrance of the den, his expression furrowed as he noticed that his mentor still hadn't returned from visiting Stormstar. "Hmm . . ." Wanting to conclude that Cinderdove must simply be conversing with her littermate, he decided to wait by the entrance of the medicine den and be on the lookout for her return. However, the longer he waited, the more he itched to go and check on his mentor.
After making a quick trip to set their meals inside the den, Bramblepaw now strided towards the leader's den, trying not to look nervous as he reached the entrance; a bashful feeling now grasped at his chest, though, and his fur began to warm considerably as he conflicted over entering Stormstar's den, or simply calling out for Cinderdove. "U-umm . . . Cinder . . . Cinderdove? Can I help with anything?" He reluctantly chose the latter, and inwardly hoped he wouldn't get scolded for it.
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 29, 2018 23:18:55 GMT -5
Tempestbane looked everywhere but at the she-cat for a good while before letting out a sigh and directing his gaze to her. "Um... I know this is a bit odd but I need some advice. It's about something... personal. See, I like someone in the clan but I have no idea what to do about it." He looked away. He must seem really odd to be asking for advice about crushes of all things. He waited patiently though and by the look in his eyes you could tell he was serious about his request for advice on this subject.
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Post by ~Tigerblaze~ on Jul 30, 2018 9:35:15 GMT -5
(Here! )
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Jul 30, 2018 12:06:26 GMT -5
(Hi everyone, im sorry i haven't been on, ive had an absolutely horrible couple days. Im on now though.)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2018 13:03:47 GMT -5
(sky! Hope your doing ok,, anything we can do?)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Jul 30, 2018 13:09:00 GMT -5
(Hey Storm, thanks, I'm feeling a little better, but I've been feeling awful for a couple days now. I'm slowly getting past it. I'm sorry for leaving so abruptly before, stuff happened.)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2018 13:12:56 GMT -5
(no worries again you leave again and I kill you lots of hugs from my end)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Jul 30, 2018 13:21:41 GMT -5
(Much appreciated. Where did we leave off at?)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2018 13:23:56 GMT -5
(sorry but we did move on a little for the purposes of plot, storm has just woken up and told the den what is happening, so feel free to respond to that)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Jul 30, 2018 13:33:32 GMT -5
(Alright thats fine with me!)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2018 13:34:34 GMT -5
(awesome! Would you like to roleplay?)
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Post by ~Tigerblaze~ on Jul 30, 2018 13:41:10 GMT -5
(I'm trying to catch up, but would love to be included anyway I can! Let me know.)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Jul 30, 2018 13:44:19 GMT -5
(Just thinking who I should use. Anyone in particular?
Also how creepy would it be if as Bleakfang's possession continues, Duskfrost's pelt grows paler and paler? )
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