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Post by Jekyll on Jul 31, 2018 1:39:42 GMT -5
They finally reached the camp, the group stumbling inside looking half dead, the kits mewling as they swayed in their jaws and the odd newcomer trailing in behind them. He definitely didn't trust the tom and he set down his herbs and the tom kit before turning to the stranger. "I'm Hornetfalls, the medicine cat of this clan. You hurt one person here and I will end your life." He growled, his claws coming out slightly before he flicked his muzzle toward a nearby bush. "You can rest under there. If you wanna eat then feel free to go hunt, we need what we have so don't touch the fresh-kill pile." He glared at him before picking the herbs and kit back up and padding toward Cygnetstar's den, his fur stuck to his slender frame.
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ghost.
haha edgy characters go brrrr
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Post by ghost. on Jul 31, 2018 1:44:56 GMT -5
Erminepaw had withdrawn even more when the newcomer arrived, spluttering and saying some tale about...being part of the clan? He'd heard about the myth of ValeClan splitting in half before, obviously, but that's all it was to him- a myth. He looked a little like a clan cat, in markings and color, but that could have just been chance. Normally he would have considered striking up a conversation- the apprentice's curiosity was peaked- but between Cygnetstar drilling holes in the back of his head with her glare and the constant worry about the other apprentices, it was hard for him to do anything but give the tom a few measuring glances. Even then, the fact that he was holding a kit limited ability to turn his head.
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Post by plagυe docтor on Jul 31, 2018 1:47:23 GMT -5
Raggedhiss - Loner - @velveteenwolf Jekyll Raggedhiss would have answered her questions, however it seemed the trek to camp was more important. He staggered on, pretending to struggle though the territory as though he'd never even seen it before. On the way there, he went through the millions of questions the leader could possibly ask him, and what his response would be. He had to remain calm and calculated, and have an answer for everything. There wasn't any other option. But he wasn't nervous; He didn't think they were the type to kill, they would be more likely to drive him out of the territory. That's what their warrior code told them to do, right? When they arrived, he was spoken to by the Medicine Cat, the one 'Cygnetstar' looked to for assurance. He assumed what they called the 'Deputy' hadn't been with them. He gave a nod, and uttered a soft "Thank you," to the tom. He was starving, and it was obvious with his belly growling. But he knew attempting to hunt would just be a waste of the last bit of energy he had left to keep him standing. There was no way he'd catch anything in his condition; It would have to wait until sun up. But he didn't mind at this point; All he wanted was rest. He turned and headed to the bush 'Hornetfall' directed him to. He curled up tightly, his fur still drenched, and almost immediately fell into a deep slumber.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2018 1:50:05 GMT -5
Relaxing somewhat as her paws met with the familiar surroundings of her camp, here she knew her kits would be far safer than anywhere else in the territory, and all she wanted to do was find somewhere to curl up and simply sleep for the rest of next two moons. Nodding approvingly of her medicine cat’s threat, her dark gaze turned to stare tiny the tom cat, her long tail flicking from side to side she warned firmly. ‘Don’t think you’ve gotten away with anything, as soon as my kits are settled you and I will be having words,” she warned lowly. Before gesturing with a twitch of her silver grey tail for the apprentice and warrior to follow her into the leader’s den, bringing her tiny kits with them. Slipping into the darkness of her den, now in the privacy of her den she half collapsed from exhaustion. Unable to remain on her paws any longer, she kept her eyes open long enough to ensure her kits were brought safely to her.[/sub
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 31, 2018 1:53:44 GMT -5
Hornetfalls made sure that all three of the kits were safely by their mother's side and he smiled softly at the queen before pushing the borage Erminepaw had found toward her. "Eat this, it'll help you produce more milk for them. If you start to get a stomach ache at any time just eat a few of these juniper berries." He put the juniper berries by her nest. He then hecked over her and the kits before nodding. "You all seem to be fine. I'm going to go see if everyone else was as lucky." He nodded respectfully and left the den, padding around and asking everyone if they were ok.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2018 2:03:30 GMT -5
Lowering her nose shakily to the ground to sniff at the little ones, helping them find their way to her flank to nurse at her sides. A soft but content purr slipped from her lips as she curled around them, but she had a thousand and ten things on her mind making her think about anything but looking after the kits. Burrowing her nose into their fur with a weak, rumbling purr. She forced herself to try to push the negative thoughts from her head and concentrate on giving her kits the care they ended right now. Cuddling the tiny tom close, he might have been larger but she knew he might have difficulties. She lifted her son b the scruff of his neck and nestled him close to the curve of her stomach and doing the same to his sisters. “You three need names,” she thought mostly to herself.
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 31, 2018 2:12:32 GMT -5
Hornetfalls left the den to go check on others))
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 31, 2018 2:36:58 GMT -5
The tom mewled out and snuggled close to his mother. His deformed leg all to visible to his mother no. He purred slightly as he mewled more and reached out with his paws. He got his mother's muzzle but he acted as if he still had yet to touch anything, squirming around and trying to feel around. He mewled more before the left side of his face rubbed across his mother's fur and he began to calm down, curling close once more and falling sleep after a bit more mewling and cuddling closer.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2018 2:43:22 GMT -5
(I might be in love with Floodkit)
Smiling as the tom kit cuddled close to her face, the smile brightening her expression for in her eyes her son was entirely perfect in spite of his strange deformation. Toying with his tiny ears in an affectionate manner, she wound her tail around his slender form. “You will be a mighty little thing,” she knew all too well that she was talking to herself but she didn’t mind, she was enjoying the moment of peace with her ewborns. All too aware it wouldn’t last for too much longer, Cygnetstar rested her nose against his back, accustoming herself with the little tom’s scent. Memorising it as she began to think about what she was going to name her trio of troublemakers, she shivered a little. Fur still drenched from their journey back from camp, and she smiled. “Floodkit,” she purred decisively.
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 31, 2018 2:52:10 GMT -5
The tom kit mewled as he heard the name, as if agreeing to it. Floodkit shifted a bit and began mewling again as he felt something prick at his side. It hurt and so he kept mewling, raising his head and just continuously crying out for help. That was all he knew to do currently after all, just call for his mom until she found the problem and helped him. His mewling got a bit louder as he tried to snuggle down by her again but was met by the object once more and so squirmed a bit.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2018 2:57:28 GMT -5
Concern lit her expression at his crying, her heart all but stopping in his chest with fear that something might have been wrong. She nosed at the tom kit, her inexperience showing as she tried to find out what was wrong. Brushing her nose through his fur carefully, ears perked forward with confusion when she was unable to find the culprit causing her son pain. It was then she noticed the thorn which had been mislaid in the nest, likely something which had been caught in her own fur from the ventures back to camp. Carefully throwing the thorn out of the nest, she nuzzled the newly named Floodkit soothingly. “All fixed,” she promised though the tone of concern failed to leave. “Nothings going to hurt you again,” she vowed to her odd little son.
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 31, 2018 3:03:35 GMT -5
Floodkit shifted some more until he found his comfy spot again. The tom snuggled back into it and purred lightly when he found there was no more pain in his side. The kit mewled slightly before opening his small pink jaws in a silent yawn. He smacked his jaws just a bit afterwards before curling back into his mother's soft fur and snuggling as close as he could manage to get. After a bit he went and quiet and still, his body rising and falling slowly as he slept in peace, warm by his mother.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2018 3:05:09 GMT -5
(this kit is going to melt my heart. Have to go for a while ill see you later)
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Post by Jekyll on Jul 31, 2018 3:06:32 GMT -5
Bye!))
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2018 8:08:57 GMT -5
Palefoot got into camp and looked around.The camp seemed a little frazzled,to him anyway.Maybe it was due to the storm,or maybe it was from other reason he had no knowledge of.Gazing around he noticed that Blackleopard seemed to be looking for someone to help.Although he didn't like to draw attention to himself,he thought he'd help,thinking that whatever he wanted help with wasn't going to cause too much attention to them.He padded up to him and asked him,"Do you need help with anything?"He knew he did but he didn't know as to what it was. (sorry, missed it XD)
Looking up when he heard the approach of pawsteps and the sound of a question, he looked back to see the familiar tom and nodded his head. Stretching out his legs, he tilted his head in the direction of the nursery. “It would appear as though its leaking, I thought it might be best if we actually do something productive as it rains and try and patch it up a little. Soon enough we’ll have little paws in there, and we don’t want them inadvertently drenched in the middle of the night,” Blackleopard explained his reasoning, before leading the way towards the nursery entrance. “Shall we see if we can find some spare moss and ivy nearby to patch it up with?” He asked.( no worries) Palefoot nodded in agreement."Yeah,that seems like it could work.I mean,the most won't be near as dry to sleep on and who's going to jump up and rub against ivy?"He asked retorically.He looked at the nursery and sure enough,there appeared to be a leak.He started thinking and wondering about the nursery flooding one moon."You know,now that I think about it,the camp seems quiet.And not the"it's raining"quiet either."Looking around there were usually a few warriors here and there and a couple apprentices that had to help the elders and queens.But it was silent.
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Post by barberz on Jul 31, 2018 10:12:54 GMT -5
I wasn't 100% sure if you wanted him to claim he was from Valeclan just yet, but it seemed fitting xD if not though I'll edit ~ Raggedhiss - Loner - @velveteenwolf Jekyll Wow, these cats were just as unfriendly as the tom was hoping they wouldn't be. Anger bubbled in his stomach. If they were this unwelcoming, how would his plan ever come to fruition? If every cat in their clan was like this, maybe he had no hope. Maybe he should move on. But he wasn't one to give up. He was determined, and he'd do whatever it took to get exactly what he wanted; The she-cat he assumed was the leader's position within the large group of cats. He wanted power and control; And he'd stop at nothing to get it. Even if it meant pushing his anger back and acting as a powerless, weak cat for the time being. "I won't make it to Mainland." He meowed pitifully. As if luck was on his side, he couldn't stop a mouthful of water from coming up his throat and coughing it out. "I'll drown." He shivered violently, the wind mixed with his wet pelt was doing nothing for him. "I'm not just a random cat." He meowed, digging his claws into the earth to keep himself from toppling over in exhaustion. "I'm part of Valeclan!" This was it; The beginning of a plan he had thought over since he'd first seen the clan. He'd stalked them, learned as much as he possibly could, eavesdropped on private conversations and stories of their history. "I'm from the part of the clan that separated from you!" He exclaimed, heaving up another bit of water, although this was noticeably smaller than before. Ok So I read this and imma read the rest of the posts but I know Frigidwind would let the newcomer in. She's too nice)
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ghost.
haha edgy characters go brrrr
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Post by ghost. on Jul 31, 2018 10:46:00 GMT -5
It was cold. With her eyes and ears still sealed shut, touch was the only concrete sense she had, and the little kit moved weakly in the older cat's grasp, pawing at the air in a search for the warmth and scent of milk that had disappeared. Without the pressure of her siblings pressed against her flank, she was helplessly exposed, and she'd nearly managed to squirm away from Hornetfalls before she was placed with Cygnetstar. Immediately, she managed to wedge herself between the other molly and the newly-named Floodkit, suddenly seeming much smaller with her fur pressed to her sides. With a contented little yawn that exposed a bright pink tongue, she fell asleep in a matter of minutes.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2018 10:54:04 GMT -5
Cautiously the new mother tucked pieces of moss and feathers around the tiny litter of kits, cuddling them close to her side with her legs. She encircled them with her body, until they were nearly engulfed in her soft fur. Toying with her daughter’s ears with the tip of her nose, gently breathing hot air onto them to aid the shivering kits in warming up a little.”You are a sweet little thing, she purred to the molly at the centre of the three kits,watching as she yawned, a heart meltingly sweet thing to watch as she remained in awe of her newborns. “And you may need to grow into that big pelt of yours,” she added, grinning mostly to herself as she fought to keep her eyes open. Nuzzling the tom kit, she decided with a tired smile. “Plumekit.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2018 13:26:31 GMT -5
(all added!)]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2018 14:26:26 GMT -5
(i replied up there)
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Post by Chocolate-Fawn on Jul 31, 2018 17:47:17 GMT -5
Rowanstrike, Rowanstrike is a small, lithe she-cat with a huge scar over one of her eyes which made it blind. Rowanstrike had long, snow white fur which is missing a tuft of it and creepy reddish-pink eyes. Rowanstrike is missing part of her ear and has a bob tail. She is very cold to other cats and can be very rude and sassy. Rowanstrike is very ambitious and vengeful. She is also very grumpy. Rowanstrike was born an albino (if that's okay with you) and the other kits made fun of her for that. She decided to be a medicine cat apprentice since she knew the great value of them and that the other cats would give her respect. She soon started making fake prophecies and omens to get revenge on the cats who made fun of her. Soon her mentor found out and Rowanstrike killed her so she wouldn't tell the leader. Rowanstrike was soon killed by a badger. Chocolate-Fawn Dark Forest warrior younger siblings-open Rowanstrike thought StarClan made her be born as an albino to torment her. Mouseheart, Mouseheart is a big, muscular dark gray tabby tom with a whitish-silver underbelly, paws, and muzzle. Mouseheart is missing part of his tail and has a scar on his neck from when a fox attacked him. Mouseheart has big, light blue eyes. Mouseheart is very gentle on everyone and is very sweet. But if you catch him in a bad mood you better run. And when Mouseheart's in a bad mood he's very grumpy and sharp tongued. He can also be very stubborn considering which situation it is. Mouseheart first wanted to be a warrior but a shortly after his apprenticeship he had a nasty run in with a fox. After watching Hornetfalls tending to him and other patients he decided to be a medicine cat apprentice. Chocolate-Fawn Medicine cat apprentice Bloodlines-open Mouseheart has terrible balance thanks to his injury.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2018 17:51:15 GMT -5
(Welcome, shall add later )
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2018 17:59:23 GMT -5
(don't worry, I've seen and am working on a reply. sorry for poofiness!)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2018 18:01:47 GMT -5
(ight,sori)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2018 18:02:56 GMT -5
( no worries) Palefoot nodded in agreement."Yeah,that seems like it could work.I mean,the most won't be near as dry to sleep on and who's going to jump up and rub against ivy?"He asked retorically.He looked at the nursery and sure enough,there appeared to be a leak.He started thinking and wondering about the nursery flooding one moon."You know,now that I think about it,the camp seems quiet.And not the"it's raining"quiet either."Looking around there were usually a few warriors here and there and a couple apprentices that had to help the elders and queens.But it was silent. Senses frustratingly dulled by the recent rainfall, though it had now begun to calm down many of the familiar scents had begun to fade thanks to the dampness. That didn't mean they got out of their work, however, as he was all too aware that rain was a common feature of their lives, and the holes would still have to be blocked up. Contemplating the den for a moment, thinkin to himself and his soaked tail flicking from side to side as he thought. Blackleopard looked to his companion with a chuckle, "We don't need it to be dry, just enough of it that we can block the holes well enough until the territory dries a little and we can find small boulders or something that will do the job." He reasoned.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2018 18:09:08 GMT -5
"Well still."Palefoot replied emptily.He didn't exactly like the idea of blocking the holes if it was still wet,it kinda defeated the idea of blocking the holes so it doesn't get wet.If you wanted to keep something dry that already had water in,what was the point if it was already wet.You should've said that before it started to pour.He though to himself.It wasn't usually like him to think bitterly like this but when he felt he had to be,so be it.
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ghost.
haha edgy characters go brrrr
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Post by ghost. on Jul 31, 2018 18:17:17 GMT -5
((Mouseheart's age superiority/ general nice behavior will make it hard for Erminepaw to be outright spiteful to him...prepare for passive- aggressive behavior from this salty dude haha.)) ((If anyone has a character they want to rp, I have Daydust open, and Erminepaw's trying to go out of camp and find Patchedpaw.))
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2018 18:20:25 GMT -5
(I have Whitetail,I think it's this one.The evil one that's going to go to cat hell before she dies so they can find out if she belongs there lmao)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2018 18:22:13 GMT -5
(daydust is welcome to join in with pale and black if you'd like )
"Its better than soaked kits," was Blackleopard's growingly frustrated reply, his patience wearing rather thin with the tom constantly adding more and more excuses as to why they shouldn't attempt to patch it up. The tom paused, before lunging upwards and landing on the nursery stump, it was an ancient tree and most of the time there wasn't too much trouble. But it seemed as though today was the exception, and he didn't want sick kits in camp, especially if they were newly born. Returning his gaze to the tom cat who was supposed to being helpful not frustrating and twitched his ears forward, "Now if you're not going to help, I can find someone else."
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Post by Chocolate-Fawn on Jul 31, 2018 18:27:09 GMT -5
(I'm open to RP with Mouseheart or Rowanstrike)
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