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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2018 22:55:53 GMT -5
(Thanks for understanding)
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Post by plagυe docтor on Jul 22, 2018 23:01:55 GMT -5
of course My cats are all done now :3
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2018 23:07:33 GMT -5
(damn he’s adorable! DX Would ya like to roleplay?)]
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Post by plagυe docтor on Jul 22, 2018 23:10:53 GMT -5
He's my little cutie, I love him already <3 ^-^ Sure! Do you mind throwing some starters out? I suck at them Dx
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2018 23:18:05 GMT -5
Settled on her outcropping above camp, rested a very pregnant Stormstar. Her dark, tired gaze watching camp intently. The winds coming from the sea whipped around her, causing her tail to rock back and forth where it hung lazily off the edge. This wasnt a new sight for the more observant members of the clan, for resting amidst the wind was favourable in comparison to the nightmares sleep threatened her with. Flinching at the sound of birdsong, she cast her gaze skyward and soon calmed on realising it was nothing of worry. The young, battle worn leader still wasnt used to times of peace, nor were most of the clan. But Stormstar refused help she was offered, maintaining the facade of the cat she once was, even if she felt no where near. (that may have to be it for now as its rather late and I cant be bothered writing more than one, is it ok?)
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Post by plagυe docтor on Jul 22, 2018 23:45:44 GMT -5
That's fine!
Nightshriek - Hawthornclan- @velveteenwolf Nightshriek was out of his den, his belly slightly rumbling. He wasn't starving, but he would definitely want a meal sooner rather than later. But first, he'd needed to be productive. The deputy wasn't anywhere in sight, and with a grip of nervousness weaseling it's way into his belly, he suddenly realized he'd have to approach Stormstar to get a patrol assignment. The leader intimidated him, but so did almost every other cat in the clan so it wasn't too surprising. Taking a big breath of air, he climbed up the camp walls to meet her. "Morning, Stormstar." He meowed quietly, as not to spook her. He hoped she wouldn't order him to lead a patrol, or Starclan forbid organize one himself. "Is there anything you'd like for me to do today?" Hunting was what he was hoping for, but he'd do whatever she'd ask. Fighting and war have become all too common in the past seasons, and since then border patrols where the last thing he wanted to do.
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Post by Marie on Jul 23, 2018 0:14:27 GMT -5
Cinderdove - Hawthorn Meadow Always the early riser, Cinderdove was already out in the forest searching for herbs. Or about to anyway... The scent of a vole wafted through the air and the medicine cat dropped down in a hunter's crouch. Unlike her former mentor, Cinderdove took pride in her ability to hunt for herself and her Clanmates. In the past, with warriors so wounded they couldn't feed themselves, she had readily stepped up to the task. In a few moments, the young she-cat pounced on her prey. She nipped its neck and promptly buried it, turning back to her original reason for venturing out. Looking around the meadow nostalgia gripped her heart; Oh, how easy it once was to fill the herb store... Shaking off the feeling, she scented the air and headed straight for a small patch of marigold. Cinderdove had taken moons of time to try and bring some of the herbs in this area back to life.
"Why can't you grow any faster?" The medicine cat sighed, her orange eyes tinted with worry. If catmint didn't start sprouting up soon... Greencough could spell the end for HawthornClan. I will really need to keep an eye out for coughs. Continuing to fret over the coming seasons, Cinderdove milled about the clearing, taking what meager growth she could find. "StarClan, help us."Fadeheart - Warrior's Den Rolling over in his nest with a big yawn, Fadeheart couldn't quite bring himself to get to his paws. Yesterday, he had spent time out in the territory practicing and training. The muscles in his shoulders were not thanking him for it today. Ugh. He grimaced slightly, rolling his right shoulder back; maybe he had pulled a muscle during that one fall... But it would all have to be worth it in the end, right? If all of this practice paid with knowledge of the territory and enhanced strength... Maybe he wouldn't be found in such deadly battles. At least, that was his goal for all the extra practice he was putting in.
"Why does dawn come so early?" Fadeheart muttered under his breath, letting his stormy blue eyes flutter closed again. A sigh escaped his muzzle and he nestled further down into the comfort of his nest. Warmth washed over his pelt, and the tom felt himself begin to drift off back to sleep again.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2018 5:31:13 GMT -5
(Sorry, had to go to bed. Shall reply when I get back from work)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2018 9:46:06 GMT -5
(Updated, and replying now)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2018 10:11:00 GMT -5
Looking down at the sound of the greeting, this time maintaining her composure enough to not jump at the sudden and unexpected sound. The smoke tortoiseshell lifted herself to slender paws an leapt from her perch to greet the invader of her peace. Dipping her head in a polite greeting as she came to settle beside him, the wind still whipping through her fur but she seemed not to notice it. "Good morning," was her response, no hint of the frustration at having been disturbed in her tone of voice, and she carried herself in a friendly enough manner. Pausing with thought at the question the tom had posed, she looked around camp in a curious manner, contemplating for a moment before deciding. Her ears twitched forward at the signs of movement from the warriors den, but no one came from it for the time being. Looking back to Nightshriek after a moment, she replied with a confident tone of voice. "Potentially take a patrol out to the Shadow Woods, and ensure our border is fine." Her words were casual, but near most cats would understand the serious tone which underlined it. "There shouldn't be any issues, but one can never be too careful."
Greywillow » Whereabouts, @tags
Having slept poorly, Greywillow wasn't dozing as he wished to have been this early in the morning, but instead working to patch a leak found directly above his net. As would be his luck of recent, but the tom worked hard and diligently to ensure that the patch was leaked. Knowing even the smallest of leaks would likely cause greater problems later down the line. He paused as his work seemed finish, settling back down on his haunches to begin grooming his fur of the damp which had accumulated in it during his work. Trying to warm up and dry.
Mothshadow » Camp Clearing, @tags
As had become the normal for Mothshadow in recent moons, the older shecat woke with an ache covering her entire frame. Whilst she had been offered herbs to try and rid her of the pain. The battle worn warrior had politely declined, knowing those herbs would be of better use for younger cats. She could tolerate the ache and pain if she thought others might make better use of it. Lifting herself to her paws, she stretched out her legs one by one with a tired sigh. Taking a moment to pull the moss from her thick, russet red fur, a task which took longer than it should considering the number of scars which laced through her pelt and across her body. Pulling herself from the warriors den with a chuckle, trying to brighten her expression as to not concern any of her clanmates. She cast her gaze around camp, seeing Stormstar and Nightshriek nearby but she only nodded in greeting to them.
Buzzardcall » Whereabouts, @tags
Marked with the usual smile which more often than not could be seen lacing his expression, his long tail flicking from side to side as he moved with a careful and elegant trot. Muscles rippling under his thick fur, as he cast his gaze around camp. In his jaws he carried a pair of pigeon carcasses, the result of a successful hunt and he looked forward to having the opportunity to reap the rewards he'd caught. Licking his lips as he dropped the two pieces onto the pile, before choosing an especially plump sea gull for himself to eat, before finding somewhere to sit.
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Post by monarch on Jul 23, 2018 12:44:19 GMT -5
Thistlefern, Average in size, with a narrow shouldered frame, this tom comes off as bigger than he actually is due to his pelt. No matter how hard he has tried, his fur refuses to lay flat and instead shoots up in random spikes and kinks that make it look as if he is always bristling. The base color of his pelt is a dusty white color with dark gray splotches that splash all across his pelt. His left ear has a deep 'v' shaped tear in it. He has dark, forest green eyes. Despite his spiky appearance, this tom couldn't be the more opposite personality wise. He is a warm and approachable tom who is known to have a good sense of humor. Thistlefern's downfall is that he can become attached to someone very quickly, and thus he sometimes becomes a bit clingy and possessive. However, he is extremely loyal, and makes for a very good clan-mate and friend. monarch Warrior Open to any bloodlines (Greywillow?)
Rainrunner, Rather slight in stature, this she-cat makes up for her lack of size and strength, with speed and agility. Despite her small frame, her legs are surprisingly long and make the she-cat an impressive runner. Rainrunner's pelt is a very dark gray color, with a white muzzle, underbelly, and paws. She has lighter silver dapples that are scattered all over her hind-quarters, that resemble raindrops in a way. Rainrunner's eyes are an icy blue color. Rainrunner is a feisty and scrappy she-cat, who isn't afraid to speak her mind. She is very opinionated and if she doesn't agree with something, she doesn't have a problem letting everyone know her two cents about the matter. She can be very stubborn at time, and despises being wrong, which can make it difficult for others to get through to her. monarch Warrior Other
Brightkit, Brightkit resembles her mother very closely with her dilute tortoiseshell pelt that has hints of smokey gray and pale orange splotches. She also has a dull white underbelly, muzzle, and paws. She has a bright pink nose, and her eyes are a warm golden-amber color. Even in her young age, it is evident that this she-kit will grow up to be a handful. She is very inquisitive and curious, often venturing out of the nursery to explore her surroundings. She is very mischievous and often attempts to recruit her littermates into her rebellious adventures and explorations. Brightkit is also very spirited and gutsy, often play-fighting with her littermates, and has no problem standing up to cats who could very well be 3X her size especially if she is defending someone who she deeply cares about. monarch prophecy kit Stormstar, Coldkit, Hushedkit, and Skykit Other
Read more: wcrpforums.com/thread/60656?page=2#ixzz5M6L4PNI6 A Starless Sky
(Could I also possibly claim the last kit in the prophecy? If not no worries! Just thought I'd ask before doing a form c: )
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2018 12:45:44 GMT -5
(you’d be welcome to it monarch! Shall add later as not currently on laptop)
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Post by monarch on Jul 23, 2018 12:47:15 GMT -5
(Okay thanks! ^^ I'll make the form right now~)
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Post by monarch on Jul 23, 2018 13:18:40 GMT -5
(Ok i added her! Hope she's okay, let me know if I have to change anything~)/sub]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2018 13:18:52 GMT -5
(she’s adorable!)
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Post by monarch on Jul 23, 2018 13:19:45 GMT -5
(Glad you think so! ^^ i'm excited to rp her!)
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Post by ~Tigerblaze~ on Jul 23, 2018 14:20:53 GMT -5
Russetclaw Russetclaw is a very large, muscular tom with green eyes. He is a brownish-red tabby with white paws and tail tip. He has many battle scars and takes pride in each one, knowing their origin, right down to where and when it happened. He is a strong cat, taking his time to train hard. He is a mean and tough cat to know, and he argues with others frequently, and never backs down from a fight. When there is a fight happening, either he started it, or he joins in when he can. He believes Starclan abandoned him after the death of his mate and one kit. ~Tigerblaze~ Warrior Kits are Tigerpatch and Scarletfur Other Tigerpatch Fluffy white tom with patches of orange tabby stripes. Green eyes. Tigerpatch is not the cat that fights often. He is one to talk about things before resorting to violence. But don't let his calm demeanor fool you, he is a strong fighter, and knows how to battle well. Tigerpatch does not like his father (Russetclaw) very much, but still respects him, and fears him at the same time. He does not share the same views as his dad, believing everything has a purpose, and Starclan will light the way when needed. ~Tigerblaze~ Warrior Father is Russetclaw, sister is Scarletfur Other Scarletfur Scarletfur is a dark brownish-red she-cat with green eyes. She has white paws and belly. She is often told she looks just like her mother. Scarletfur is tall and well-built, but lacks the confidence to carry herself. This causes her to hunch low, rather than stand tall. She tends to stalk in the dark than to attack out-right. She is anxious and nervous, causing her to have a low self-esteem, branching from the way that Russetclaw raised her. Although she lacks courage, she can handle herself well in a fight, but prefers not to attack unless provoked. She is conflicted with feelings of love and hate for her father, not knowing if she wants his approval or not. ~Tigerblaze~ Warrior Father is Russetfur, brother is Tigerpatch Other A Starless Sky
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2018 14:22:35 GMT -5
(hi Tiger, you are welcome to join but. Ask that you dont join as your own family, so if its ok for me to disregardd that part of your form you are more than welcome to join and furthermore it is asked that you make your forms a minimum of 6 lines long, so if you could please fix them in order to attain this standard)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2018 14:37:04 GMT -5
(added monarch! I've also decided to add another kit to the prophecy, as I had an idea plus including people is nice XD)
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Post by monarch on Jul 23, 2018 14:43:48 GMT -5
(oooo an idea you say? is this a surprise or do you wanna fill me in xD)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2018 14:44:45 GMT -5
(Surprise for now in case I change my mind XD it would also be helpful for the other roles to be filled in XD)
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Post by monarch on Jul 23, 2018 14:50:39 GMT -5
(Gotcha gotcha! Well in the meantime care to rp?)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2018 14:58:43 GMT -5
(sure! I have starters posted above should you care to roleplay )
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 23, 2018 15:06:16 GMT -5
Hey, I'm going to be joining. Can I claim a prophecy kit, if there are any left, and can I join with more than two. I do lan to keep the genders even))
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2018 15:07:25 GMT -5
(Hi squirrel! you'd be welcome to join as one of the kits, but a - there is only one left, and b - I would prefer people didn't claim more than one of the key roles unless no one else wants it, but you're welcome to have the final kit )[/su]
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 23, 2018 15:16:25 GMT -5
I'm only wanting the key role of the kit so yay!!))
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2018 15:17:30 GMT -5
(Awesome, your welcome to it then )
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Post by monarch on Jul 23, 2018 15:17:32 GMT -5
Thistlefern - Camp Clearing The spiky figure of Thistlefern was sitting comfortably in the middle of the camp. The gray and white warrior had just woken up from a rather peaceful nap, evident from the slightly hazy look in his dark green eyes. The warrior dipped himself into a deep stretch, his claws briefly unsheathing to flex themselves as he did so. He blinked a couple of times before shaking his head and surveying the camp. His eyes narrowed momentarily before focusing onto Mothshadow. The younger warrior tilted his head slightly as he watched her exit the warriors' den. Shrugging to himself, he flicked his tail in a sort of greeting towards the older she-cat.
Rainrunner - Fresh-Kill Pile Rainrunner was standing, or rather looming, over the fresh-kill pile. The gray she-cat's blue eyes were staring frostily at the pile of freshly caught prey, her whiskers twitching in irritation. Earlier in the day she had gone hunting and had caught an especially plump sea gull that she had planned on eating later, but now it was later and she had awoken from a nap only to find that the gull was gone! The she-cat narrowed her eyes and glared at the cats around her. Stormstar is too busy with Nightshriek...Thistlefern and Mothshadow aren't even eating...wait what's Buzzardcall doing?! The she-cat's eyes had found the muscular tom sitting in a corner of the camp...with her sea-gull in between his paws! She let out an indignant huff and started towards him. "Hey!" She called out in annoyance.
(I just lol'd writing Rainrunner's post she's so dramatic xD)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2018 15:30:34 GMT -5
Mothshadow » Camp Clearing, monarch - Thistlefern Noting Thistlefern's presence, she replied to his greeting in a more verbal manner. "Good morning," her words were kind, carrying none of the hints of pain which in fact laced her muscular form. As she cast her gaze to the fresh kill pile momentarily, she might have considered getting something had she not spotted Rainrunner approaching Buzzardcall with the fury of a storm and deciding it was likely not the best idea right now. Hence she returned her gaze to the tom near her, "How are you Thistlefern?" The answer might have been obvious, as with the rest of the clan it would likely be cold. However, there was a sincerity to her tone which made the question seem asked in genuinely.
Buzzardcall » Whereabouts, monarch - Rainrunner Looking up from where he had been enjoying the first bite of his well earned catch, the tom looked especially unamused about having been interrupted. It appeared as though Rainrunner had awoken on the wrong side of her nest, and it seemed like she had a bone to pick with him. Twitching his ears forward, crafting his face into one of boredom as he regarded the other warrior with a look of frustration. Swallowing his prey the handsome tom brought his tail to wrap it around his paws neatly, barely taking the time to look up from his prey to ask her. "How might I help you this lovely morning, Rainrunner?" He asked as though butter wouldn't melt in his maw. From the scent lingering on the fresh kill before him, the tom could guess she was likely the catcher of it. Which lead him to believe, considering her especially frustrated tone of voice and expression, that Rainrunner had been the one to catch the piece. Not that such news put him off his eating, for he had worked hard that day as had all of the clan, and it wasn't as though a cat could reserve prey for themselves. As though with the sheer purpose of peeving off the warrior, he took a further bite. Chewing it slowly, making a point of savouring it. (having read it, that is fantastic I will agree XD)
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Post by Stealthfire on Jul 23, 2018 15:35:37 GMT -5
(Heya! Your plot looks real interesting! Here's a character, is the deputy position open or do you want to determine that through roleplay? And I'm okay with him being related to whomever. I'm also making an elder who can be someone's father too)
Greywater Greywater is a long haired light grey tabby she-cat with a thick coat and blue eyes. She has a deep knick in her left ear, and scars crossing her pelt that are mostly hidden by her dense fur. Greywater is extremely dedicated to whatever she sets her mind to. She sees most problems as being very simple in that there is little room for compromise. A fierce fighter, Greywater's large size helps her to be powerful and threatening to her foes. Her ambition has helped her to work hard as an apprentice and young warrior, but her pride sometimes gets in the way of those she cares about. Greywater's brother, Sootclaw, had a falling out with her many moons ago, although it isn't clear why.
@stealthstar Warrior (Deputy?) Bloodlines/Relationships (Open) Other A Starless Sky - Could Greywater be the Dark Forest leader? I really like your suggestion of it potentially being the deputy
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